XV.
Riddick stashed the picture back in the backpack and hid it behind a crate; no need for her to find it any time soon. He shoved the thoughts about Rhonda aside; let bygones be bygones.
He had been on his feet for more than 30 hours and since the last check in the engine room had shown that everything was working like it should and knowing that the ship's computer system would warn him on time if something was wrong he decided to take a nap. He laid down with his head resting on his behind his head crossed arms and his legs crossed at his ankles; he doubted that he was able to sleep but at least he could relax somewhat.
The bed. Fuck, that bed was uninviting and empty without her. It wasn't big but with her way of sleeping they didn't need a bigger one. It seemed as if she never could get close enough to him; most of the time she slept halfway sprawled on top of him, one of her legs between his thighs, her arm across his waist, her head resting on his shoulder. He loved her being wrapped all around him. Immensely. And even more he loved the way she got awake on him, cuddling up even closer, burying her nose in the crook of his neck, inhaling him deeply and after a deep contended sigh her tongue would dart out, licking across his neck; then, at the latest when she'd start to suck at his pulse point, he would flip her over and turn her contended sigh into cries of pleasure and satisfaction.
Except of that night when both of them were at odds with each other. He had just teased her a bit; sometimes she virtually provoked it and then she was really great in making a fuss about nothing ….
… After their fight she went to bed early and when he joined her she laid there with her back to him pretending to be asleep and he wasn't in the mood to make the first step either. If she wanted to brood then she should get her will.
He got awake coz he was missing his blanket, instead he felt her lips on him. She didn't touch him except with her mouth; her lips ran over his gorge, she nipped the hollow of the bottom of his throat, her teeth scraped across his ribcage, her tongue followed the contours of his abs. With each centimeter she got farther south it got more difficult to fake sleep but he really wanted to know how far she was willing to go. He definitely liked her way of saying 'I'm sorry'. His hands were fisted in the sheets and he was glad she didn't have his night vision. Her breath on his skin sent shivers through him but his ragged breathing when her teeth scraped his nipple finally gave him away; she absolutely knew her way with him.
When her tongue dipped into his navel he couldn't suppress a groan. She didn't stay long there, her tongue finally followed the thin hairline that went straight to his ... but no, she had other things in mind; that woman was killing him, but he also knew he would enjoy each second of it.
Her hair covered his abdomen, followed her movements. He had fantasized about her hair on him from the beginning and he had been so right ... he loved how it felt, incredible, like cool silk on his hot skin. It covered his cock, teased it, winded him up even more.
When she suddenly sucked at the tender skin of his groin he fisted his hand in her hair "Babe!" He didn't know for how much longer he could stand that sweet torture; he already was short of coming and she wasn't even nearly there where he wanted her. She ignored his hand in her hair and continued to bite and lick her way from his hipbone down his leg; if he didn't want to hurt her he'd have to release her hair. "Riddick, please …" her eyes pleaded him to stay still. He loosened his grip in her hair, let his fingers glide through it and finally leant back again; it was her turn, her game and he would try to play along as long as he could stand it without grabbing her and fucking her senseless.
The muscle in his thigh twitched slightly when she licked across the scar the hammerhead had caused. He wanted her to end it, to finally go for the goal but at the same time he was craving for more; he still wasn't used to the tenderness she had brought into his life and just couldn't get enough of it. And finally, finally she settled herself between his legs, gently nudging them apart, kissing her way back up the inside of his other thigh ... and finally she started to use her hands; those beautiful, gentle hands that set his whole body on fire. Her fingertips ran up his thighs, her tongue left a wet trail across his balls up to the base of his shaft and then she rested her hands on his groin, telling him not to move.
He liked the way she bit her bottom lip and looked at his length, how she licked her lips in anticipation. He held his breath when she finally lowered her head and slowly and with relish licked from the base of his shaft up to the little drop of precume that was glistening on the top. Her tongue teased the tender skin, swirled around the tip while her hand firmly laid around the base of his length she wasn't able to encircle completely.
He closed his eyes and just relished the feeling when she took as much of him into her mouth as she could. She closed her lips firmly around him, her moan reverberated through him and it took all of his willpower not to pound into her mouth; if he wouldn't end it soon he would cum in her mouth and not buried deep inside her. "Babe, please, you have to stop. I don't know how long I …"
She looked up for a moment, her eyes dark with passion and lust. He saw the glint in her eye before her teeth grazed the tip of his cock, driving him crazy and then she took him even deeper, sucked even harder. Her grip got firmer, her other hand caressed his balls … she absolutely had no intention to stop. And then it didn't matter anymore, he was beyond holding back; when he felt his climax building up his hands fisted in her hair again, holding her in place. His body jerked off the bed, his hips rocked on their own volition, he couldn't restrain himself any longer from pounding into her mouth and he came with a cry and her name on his lips.
She didn't stop her ministrations until he fell back and relaxed, not yet completely sated … he'd be when he'd come deep inside her after making her scream his name. The feeling when he held her in his arms and kissed her afterwards, tasting himself on her lips was burned into his brain … it had nearly overwhelmed him. Knowing that this incredible woman was his gave him a feeling of contentment he'd never had before...
Riddick sighed deeply; sleep would never come as long as he was that aroused. He shouldn't think about fucking her when he was weeks away from Furya, from her; first thing he'd do when he got home would be dragging her into their bed and not letting her get out of it for at least a week.
He stood up again and went to the cockpit; he tried once more to hail them but again the computer told him it wouldn't be possible. He rescanned the area to eliminate other reasons that could cause that failure ... there were no plasma storms, no solar eruptions, no nothing and the more often he failed to reach them the more he got worried.