A/N: Another Rita fic~

Do enjoy~

A Morning of Intimacy

Morning for the Captain came not with a tweeting of birds nor the gentle blowing of the wind, but the dull thrum of the AC unit and distant clanks of the Hyperion's internals.

Though hardly a conventional wake-up call it helped stir him from slumber all the same, a slow breath filling his lungs before he exhaled it back out; eyes opening with the act and peering up at the ceiling overhead, grey but all too familiar. He took comfort in that familiarity, shifting beneath the thick quilt and noticing the absence of a certain someone from his bed, piquing his curiosity.

The morning light fell across the room through two windows on either side of him, tall but narrow as they lit up his personal quarters. The various bits of furniture lining his room, be it his desk or his dresser, were done as neatly as ever – not out of his own skill with cleanliness, but thanks to a certain maid who wouldn't tolerate her Captain having a messy bedroom. And of course Rita roped him into it, too. She might be a maid but she wasn't going to pick up everything after him like he was a child.

He almost chuckled at the thought, a wry smile crossing his lips as he sat up in bed – and not a moment after doing so the door leading to the adjoined living room opened, allowing the maid in question to walk on in.

''Ah, you're awake. I was just about to give you a nudge.'' Rita said as a warm smile spread across her lips. ''Tea, Captain?''

The Captain murmured an agreement, barely having the sense to really. Not because of any morning lethargy – though that certainly wasn't helping – but because of Rita herself. With her uniform absent all that was left to clad her curvaceous, womanly figure was one of his white dress shirts; the material unbuttoned and left only partially covering those full breasts of hers, her long hair draping over them too as if to deny him even a nipple peek. Lacy black panties with a rose embroidered on the front clad her sensual hips as they swayed, her steps slow and letting him enjoy the sight of his beloved as she ferried two cups of tea around to his side of the bed.

Rita must've noticed his bewitchment as she chuckled softly, setting his cup down by his side so she could take a drink of her own. The prolonged sip gave him the clarity needed to grasp his own cup and take a drink; shifting over to her side of the bed so she could take his spot. An act that earned him a coo of thanks as she tucked the quilt aside and slid one gorgeous leg under the covers, the other soon joining as she eased herself into bed with him. All without spilling a drop of the precious ambrosia known as tea, as one would expect from a maid.

''Were you up long before me?'' The Captain inquired lightly, filling the peaceful quiet.

Rita hummed. ''Not long, no. Probably only ten minutes tops.''

The Captain bobbed his head in understanding, taking another slow slurp of his tea, but in truth his eyes were on Rita. A fact the maid herself was well aware of; her lips curving up at the corners and one pink iris peeking back at him, a teasing glint within her eye and tempting him to set his cup of tea aside. His hands now free he shifted closer to Rita, his left arm snaking under her back and his right coming to settle on her side; pressing her borrowed shirt against her slim waist.

The maid cooed softly and set her own cup aside as well, a breath exhaled as she turned onto her hip to face him, her left hand settling on his cheek – and then their lips connected in a kiss. Familiar as it was they both eased into it unquestioningly, not a hint of hesitation or uncertainty to the act as they drew apart, then reconnected their lips, the second kiss muffling Rita's moan. A moan spawned by his hand as it slipped under the fold of her borrowed shirt and groped her breast; sinking his fingers into her soft, generously-sized tit.

''So eager already?'' Rita breathed against his lips, chuckling. ''Morning wood givin' you bother, Captain?''

''Maybe it is.'' He pecked her lips lightly. ''Mind giving me a hand?''

''It'd be my pleasure.'' Rita crooned, leaning in.

Her lips met his once more but the kiss was brief, her lips quickly drifting down to his jaw. He groaned softly, not resisting as his beloved went for his throat – a kiss and a smooch sending shivers running through him. As did the hand that ran down his stomach and dipped into his boxers; her nimble fingers curling around his manhood and grasping it attentively, her hold neither too tight nor too loose as she began to stroke it.

The way Rita worked her wrist felt heavenly on his morning wood – his lips managing to find hers in another, if clumsier kiss, moans shared between them as she ran her thumb over the tip of his cock. He returned the favour with a grope to her chest, admittedly more out of lust than any coherent desire, unable to get enough of Rita. In moments like these he could admit, if only to himself, how terribly aroused she made him. Had it been needed she wouldn't even have to use her hand; just having her in his arms would be enough to get him off, to admire her beauty and cement her smiling visage into memory.

But Rita was not so cruel as to let him do all the work, mercifully. A thought accentuated as she gave his cock a light squeeze before she stroked him off quicker, working him up bit by bit as they shared kisses – and Rita moaned softly as he flicked her nipple, his thumb tracing the rosy bud and teasing more noises out of her, repaying her between gropes.

''Hff, you're amazing as ever Rita.'' He groaned against her lips then.

Rita just tittered and pecked him in response, her thumb running over the head of his cock repeatedly, smearing in the pre-cum that grazed it. Her hand released his cock then only for her fingers to return – index and middle fingers pressing down on his shaft and tracing up to the tip, her touch light but pleasant. As was the little taps that followed, teasing his cock with the promise of something more firm – and he groaned as she gave it, her hand grasping his swollen cock and stroking it once more, doing so with a haste she previously lacked.

When with one last kiss Rita sat up. Her hand released his cock as both came to settle on his chest; his cheeks warm as she boldly straddled him then and there. His beloved smiled wryly at him and reached down, two fingers tucking into her lacy panties and pulling them aside, exposing her sex right as she pressed herself down on his cock, cooing as she pinned it flat against his groin and grinded herself onto it.

''Rita- hn, ah...'' The Captain exhaled, his hands coming to clutch at her hips.

Rita just smiled at that, one finger to her lips as she gently shushed him – rolling her hips as she did so and grinding herself along his cock. The heat of her loins against his own was arousing and the sight of Rita grinding on him engrained itself into his mind, his breathing hard as he watched her work her magic. Her thick thighs, her taut tummy, her breasts half-free from her borrowed shirt; wherever he looked was truly divine, and he was having a hard time thinking straight.

A chuckle from the maid lured his gaze up to her eyes then, momentarily losing himself in their pink hue; her long hair messy until she brushed some of it from her face. She smiled at him and leaned back further, her hands on his legs as she worked her hips faster, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip and a soft moan soon working its way free as she got them both off with the act, the heated motion sending throbs up his cock.

Alas before the pressure could build Rita lifted her hips, leaving him groaning in dire need, his cock twitching up. Something that drew a coo out of the nearly-naked maid, one slender hand grasping his length and lining him up, his tip kissing her opening.

And as one they moaned as she impaled herself onto him. The Captain pushed his head back into the pillow as he moaned; fingers digging into Rita's curvy hips as her slick insides enveloped him. The lurid hotness of her insides left him bereft of higher thought, able to only hold onto her as he sunk into her tightness.

''M-Mm...'' Rita rested a hand on his stomach and leaned forwards, releasing a breath. ''I can never get enough of this...''

The Captain breathed out an agreement, his hands running up her hips and along her sides, his palms soon settling on her breasts. Rita smiled at that, leaning forwards and squishing herself into his palms whilst her own settled on his stomach, easing her forth before she pushed herself back – rocking almost-gently onto his swollen cock, his shaft sinking into her tightness slowly and letting him savour every moment.

The gentle slap of her flesh against his own became audible too; her weight falling upon his lap and easily coaxing a moan out of him. His eyes drifted down to their connected parts and he watched as they became one, as she fell down onto him, before his eyes flitted back up to her chest as her breasts squished into his palms, the sensation as enamouring as ever. Something Rita was well aware of, her chuckle mirthful as she lifted her right hand and settled it over his left, weaving her fingers between his own.

''Gods Rita, you're so beautiful.'' The Captain could only puff out.

Rita just chuckled under her breath, peeling his hand off of her tit and bringing it to her cheek, allowing her to nuzzle it affectionately. He smiled tightly in reply, daring to lift his hips and thrust up into his lover, feeling her insides tighten around him from the simple act. It emboldened him, lust coursing through his veins and budding pleasure climbing his cock, encouraging his short, needy thrusts that jolted him up into her quivering depths.

The maid extolled his acts gladly, her deep, womanly moans filling his ears and sending shivers dancing across his skin, his eyes flitting along her figure and unable to choose where to settle. Every part of Rita was truly divine; beauty that could hardly be fitted into words or narrow definitions. Be it the smooth curve of her hip as she rose up or the thickness of her thighs as she fell back down, her insides smothering him in another blissful grip that made it hard to think straight. Her tummy grew taut as she worked, her breathing short yet leaving her ample bosom heaving with every drawn suck or exhaled moan, those plump lips of hers pursing and parting endlessly as she worked.

He ran his thumb along her cheek then, his palm still to her cheek and his thumb now dipped between her lips. Rita didn't hesitate to suck on it; looking him straight in the eyes as she rode his cock, the lurid clap of their flesh secondary to the soft, husky moans that slipped out past her lips, the eye contact just making their union feel so much hotter. A sentiment shared by Rita herself, clearly, as her eyes screwed shut and a moan tumbled out of her.

''So deep.'' She puffed out; one last suck of his thumb preluding her nudging it out, allowing her to purse her lips and moan past them. ''You're reaching so deep, Captain, it's... mn... a-ahh~''

The notes her voice dropped to were the stuff of dreams, his hands dropping to her child-bearing hips as he grew more avid in his love – his cock plunged up between her folds and fucking a fresh moan out of Rita. One followed by another, then another after that – their flesh loudly and ruthlessly colliding as he buried himself inside of his love, feeling how her womanhood clenched around him, how needy she was for his seed, how she wanted his heat within her depths.

A desire he couldn't oppose, his stomach tense and a strained moan fleeing him. The tension sept down to his groin and infiltrated his thighs, his whole body steadily locking up as his orgasm neared – not helped by her continuous motion, the clap of their flesh loud in his ears while the tightness gripping his dick begged for his cum. Part of him wanted to endure, to let her get off to climax too, but after their foreplay he knew he didn't stand a chance.

''Rita, a-almost...!''

''Cum for me Captain.'' She puffed out, head bowing as she leaned forwards on both arms. ''F-Finish within me, q-quickly!''

The needy askance, the flushed visage, the hurried motions; it all just propelled him closer to his peak, the tension rising up his cock an explosion waiting to go off. Sticky hotness pressed in on all sides, a clamping heat that demanded a release, the friction pushing him to his limit-!

And then he came, throwing his head back into the bed as he moaned. Rita joined him in chorus, her delighted cry ringing out as he blew his load within her – thick ropes of cum splattering across her quaking insides and squeezed out by Rita herself, the maid grinding herself down onto his cock between gasping breaths, her stomach sucked in and flexed out as she panted so raggedly, edged on her own climax as she rode his to its completion.

His fingers loosened their hold on her hips only then, as his orgasm petered out and the tension sept from his muscles. Groaning a loose curse the Captain just spent a few moments catching his breath, his bare chest heaving with every gulped breath while his eyes found Rita's own, her long hair spilling over her breasts slightly until he brushed it aside, idly copping a feel of her left breast as he did so.

''Fufu...'' Rita caught that hand and brought it to her lips, kissing the back of it. ''Did I satisfy you, Captain?''

He thought about it, for about a second.

Before with a grunt he nudged her to the left. Rita took the hint, cooing as she eased onto her side as he did the same, the pair of them seamlessly rolling over without him pulling out – ending with Rita laying on her back and him between her long legs. A red flush coated her cheeks as she eased her head against the pillow, yet a small mirthful smile still quirked up her lips as she tilted her head slightly, inhaling a deep breath even as he shifted into a more comfortable position.

''Go on then.'' Rita breathed out, her insides gripping him. ''Ravage me, Captain~''

His hips withdrew, and then not a moment later plunged forth, fucking a delighted moan out of Rita Rossweisse then and there. The Captain relished her euphoria and followed it up with another, then another; his tempo quickening with each thrust until he was actively pounding Rita – his shaft sliding between her cum-coated walls and hilting in her depths, filling Rita with his manhood and leaving his lover squirming under him.

There was a difference between rough and passionate, though. He was not rough with Rita, nay he never was – and that shined through then and there as he brushed her hair from her face, letting him hold her gaze while he plunged into her, letting him see the pleasure on her face. The scrunching of her eyes, the pursing of her lips, the tightness to her visage before a hot moan tumbled out of her throat, unable to be quenched any longer.

His hand settled on the pillow next to her then and he dove down, stealing those lips in a kiss for just a moment. He pulled back before they could get too invested in it, looming over her as he focused on working his hips, his cock sheathed into her sticky, drooling tunnel, her pussy strangling him almost as he pounded her into the bed. A bed that rattled and occasionally squeaked as he got too into the moment, the plentiful slap of their flesh muffling the noise somewhat, as did their mutual moans.

''Hng, y-yes, just like that~'' Rita pushed her head back into the pillow, eyes shut and lips pursed.

He slid his right hand up, catching her left and sinking it into the pillow underneath it; holding her gaze as he ploughed her. The lurid noises of their loins tempted his gaze but he resisted; losing himself in Rita's beautiful eyes as he made her tremble and tense, her eyes soon screwing shut as the pleasure got the best of her. A sight that made him pound her all the more, driving himself into her depths and making her flinch and gasp, her legs locking around his waist; those gorgeous thighs of hers pressing in desperately.

''C-Capt- nnah~!''

A sharp, euphoric gasp – and Rita climaxed. She pressed her head back into the pillow and threw her head back, spasms jolting and jerking through her figure as he made her cum – her insides a seizing, needy grip yet not pushing him to orgasm this time, his cock remaining sheathed deep within Rita as she rode out the length of her climax. His left hand came up then to grope at her breast, his fingers sinking into her malleable flesh and his thumb flicking her nipple, the little added pleasure earning him a shaky moan from his beloved.

Little by little she came down from cloud nine, her lips pursing and bust heaving with her quick breaths. He gave her a few more moments to calm down before nudging her legs apart, allowing him to slowly pull out – shivering as her insides clenched desperately around his dick, wanting him to stay inside, until at last his tip sprung free. A deluge of cum quickly followed its departure; dribbling out of her ploughed pussy and forming a little river down her ass.

''Ohh~'' The husky moan was music to his ears. ''Mm... thank you, Captain.''

The smile she sent his way, one lidded eye visible from behind her fringe, was so indescribably hot he could only murmur something nonsensical in return. His cock twitched at the sight of her and Rita easily noticed, a soft titter escaping her as she sat up. The shirt she wore slid off of her shoulders easily and left her topless before him, her hair tucked behind her with both hands and leaving nothing to hide her lovely chest nor her smooth shoulders, his eyes running along them even as he slid off the bed and offered her a hand.

A hand Rita took, humming as he pulled her to her feet – and her surprised hum was muted as he pulled her into a kiss. With his right arm around her lower back and his left holding her hand he devoured her voice, their lip-lock impassioned and tempting Rita's arms around his neck, their bodies pressing together and letting her feel his erection against her groin, the waistband of her panties teasing his tip.

''Let me get these out of the way.'' Rita murmured against his lips then.

A tug and her panties fell, stepped out of daintily. With that amused smile of hers she slowly lowered herself down to her knees in front of him, unabashed even as he ran his eyes over her naked self, his eyes settling on her lips as they parted – and a groan forced itself out of him as she caught his cock between them. Rita slid down greedily, enveloping more of his manhood until the tip nearly grazed the back of her throat; pulling back then.

Only to plunge herself back down a moment later; cooing around his cock as she looked up at him. Her hands ran their way up his thighs and settled on his hips as Rita daintily bobbed her head back-and-forth, her lips flush with his meat as she slurped – the sensation made euphoric after the two rounds of sex beforehand. As if sensing that weakness Rita picked up the pace, her slurps gaining volume as she got more into it, devoting herself shamelessly to blowing him.

''H-Hnf, Rita...'' The Captain puffed out, his fingers weaving through her hair.

Rita merely hummed back, mirth quirking the corner of her lip up even as she took him in deeper, her tucking back and chin up; letting his tip hit the back of her throat. Despite the sensation Rita endured any discomfort, graceful and elegant even as she accepted that last inch of cock between her lips and slurped all the way back up to the tip before plunging back down, coating his throbbing manhood in a glistening sheen of saliva.

Saliva that just made her slurps sound wetter; a moan escaping the Captain as the noise added to the experience. His fingers clutched at her hair but he was mindful not to pull it, peering down at her bare back as her hair fell over it, long and tickling her rump as she pushed her head into his crotch. Hissing out a breath he ran his fingers from her hair to her nape, holding the back of her head as he dared to move on his own, pumping his cock between those loving lips of hers.

''I-If you keep doing that...'' He gritted his teeth.

A deeply amused, rich hum answered him and she popped her lips off of his cock, only to curl her dainty fingers around it and jerk him off with fluid rolls of her wrist – the ceaseless strokes no less intense than her mouth had been. A mouth that returned moments later, her lips parting around his tip and her hand falling away as she let him between her lips once more, moaning around his cock as she sucked him off so devotedly.

His breathing hastened, his breath bundled in his throat, and then at last he went over the edge as Rita deep-throated him. With fingers grasping at her nape he moaned as he busted his load down her throat, her nose in his groin and her lips firmly pursed around the base of his cock – unquestioningly swallowing every rope of cum he spurted, her muffled gulps sending shivers racing through him, the noises as erotic as they were enchanting.

Biting his bottom lip he rocked his hips, thrusting weakly into her mouth and riding his high even as it tapered off – and the moment she popped her lips off he let out a satisfied moan. His cock twitched in her face and Rita stroked it between her nimble fingers idly, kissing the tip a couple of times and licking up the remaining bits of cum, cleaning his cock.

''Mm...'' Leaning back Rita cocked her head at him, her smile playful. ''I think it's about time we get ready for today's work, isn't that right Captain?''

He puffed out a deep breath. ''Right, we probably should...''

''...after a shower.'' Rita tittered. ''I'll get the water running. Don't keep me waiting~''

He wouldn't.

Though they both ended up taking their sweet time in the shower itself.

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