IX.
They had finished packing and Riddick had already carried everything to the Defiant. Now he was on his way to get Hope because he just had to keep her from packing a whole shitload of books … he knew her well enough to be certain she'd already smuggled lots of them in the pack with their clothes. If she'd have some spare time on their way she'd spend it with him. On her back. Or her knees. Or in whichever way she wanted. With those pleasurable thoughts he entered their house.
To his surprise he didn't find any overweight luggage and for a moment he wondered, how many clothes and how many books they really had with them, but then she beamed at him and he didn't mind anymore; who needed spare clothes anyway?
"Hope, you ready?"
"I'll have a quick shower and then I'm good to go." She needed that a last time … there was still no water to waste on the Defiant.
Riddick watched her vanishing in the bathroom. His thoughts were drawn back to that last shower she took on Sinus before they left her apartment; he had thought about joining her then but hadn't … it would have been way too early … but sure as hell he would join her this time.
The sight in front of him as he silently opened the door made his head swim and his blood race through his body … Hope's face was raised up to the gentle spray of the shower, her eyes were closed and she was definitely enjoying the feeling of the water on her … and not only the water.
His eyes followed the tiny drops that ran down her neck, graced her breasts and continued their path down to her center and for a second he envied those drops of water for their intimacy with her.
The look of her hands gliding down her body, spreading the soap on her wet skin made his cock twitch. He watched her fingers caressing her breasts, the hard peaks of her nipples, her flat stomach, her waist, her hips ... despite all their workout and the muscles she had built up she had kept her almost fragile looking form. When she came to her center it was almost too much to bear … watching her like that in the shower was a fantasy he had cherished for a long time. He didn't care that he ripped his shirt in his hastiness to get it off him, he didn't look where the ripped off buttons of his trousers went, it didn't matter … he had to get to her, had to replace her hands with his.
She didn't bother turning around or stopping what she was doing when she felt him behind her. On the contrary, she leaned back and rubbed herself against him. His cock pressed hard against her back and she shimmied up and down his body, the soap taking away all the friction and making that movement unbelievingly erotic.
"Need some help in here, babe?" His hand covered hers, moved it deep between her legs and pushed one of her fingers inside her along with one of his. Her surprised yelp let him grin. "Babe, you know how much it turns me on when I get to watch you touching yourself. Now tell me what had put that naughty smile on your face."
"Riddick!" Not in a hundred years would she be able to talk about her fantasies as frankly as Riddick did and that bastard always forced her to play them out!
Smirking at her with a playful grin a brow made its way up and he stopped the movement of his hand as well as hers.
"You have to tell me if you want it to continue." Riddick's whisper was followed by a silent laugh when he felt her wriggle her butt against his engorged cock.
"As much as I enjoy this it won't get you out of it."
Hope drew in a deep breath, she knew it only too well … she had refused to tell him only once and he had kept her on arm's length for two whole days. She had really tried to hold her ground but after two days of being teased by seeing his naked body and the show he had made of touching himself while she was denied close contact, she had finally begged him to fuck her. She still wanted to scream in exasperation only thinking of the smug and triumphant smile that had appeared on his face when she had caved in at last and so she started talking.
"I thought about you touching me, about your hand between my legs."
"Good girl." he crooned in her ear. A soon as the words left her mouth he resumed his movements, thrust their fingers deep inside her while his thumb teased her clit. His other hand pressed her against him, against his large member, let her feel what was waiting for her.
"And …" he encouraged her to continue. "What else?"
"I envisioned your other hand on my breasts, playing with them until my nipples got hard as rocks." she moaned. Who needed dignity anyways? Definitely not her, and definitely not with Riddick.
His hand immediately wandered up to her breasts to let her fantasy become reality, while her head was thrown back, her breathing was ragged and she had difficulties getting enough air into her lungs. But heck, she was getting into the 'tell me and I'll make it happen' game.
"And ..."
"You kissed my neck, I imagined your teeth on my skin, marking me …"
He bit down on her earlobe. "Soon … continue!"
"And then you shoved me against the wall, you buried yourself to the hilt in me, you fucked me hard and fast and …" she wasn't able to continue … the second he heard the words his cock already filled her, stretched her and she could have sworn he was even bigger than usual. Her hands were pressed against the wall of the shower as he rode her and there was no coherent thought left in her, all she managed to stammer was something like "Yes … please … harder … faster!"
And he obeyed. It didn't take long until he felt his balls tighten. He pushed her over the edge when his left hand pinched one of her nipples while his right hand rubbed roughly over her clit; she cried out his name when his teeth graced her neck while spilling himself in her.
Riddick smiled smugly when he eventually laced his boots; now that had been satisfying! What a woman! She had already fulfilled so many of his wishes, his dreams and fantasies … there were days when he thought he'd wake up and find himself in a shithole of a slam and everything had been nothing more than a wet dream, the kind he rarely ever got. But then that Draugar problem made everything real again … no happily ever after for him! Maybe he wouldn't die of old age after all. But did he want an HEA? Nah, he wasn't the white picket fence type, he'd go insane without the occasional fight, the adrenaline, the thrill. Yes, Hope was able to satisfy most of his needs, but not all. With a feral grin he checked his shivs … and admitted it for the first time, if only to himself: he was looking forward to the upcoming fight.
