"Give it a go, Princess. You even touch me, I'll give you a bigger sailboat." I dashed in at her quickly as she put up her hands, signaling acceptance of the sparring match. She batted away my first quick, but gentle, jab toward her, then she ducked low and dove at my legs, wiping them out from under me, making me tumble backward, my breath knocked out of me as I landed on my back, and she was on top of me in an instant, forearm at my throat, other hand holding my right hand above my head. I gripped her waist with my left hand, ready to toss her from me, but she wrapped her legs around my thighs, pressing them down, and leveled down harder with her forearm, to where I had to grab at it. She bowed her head in low, close to my lips and I froze, trying hard not to laugh, almost able not to laugh. She was applying so much pressure to my throat. I could have forced my right hand loose from hers easily, but I was loving the way she was gripping it so tightly. Her breasts brushed against my chest. Her lips were right above mine.
“I don’t want a bigger sailboat,” she whispered to me as I froze, my eyes laughing at her, letting her have me pinned. “I want a spacejet. I want to learn to fly above the oceans, too. That’s what I want for our wedding present, my Commander, my Prince.”
I smiled at her, coughing a little, and she eased the pressure her forearm was applying and sat up on me. I sat up with her, rubbing her arms as she straddled me, wrapping her legs around my back. She put her hands in my hair, massaging her fingertips into my scalp and I closed my eyes, breathing out the stress and turmoil of my day. I bowed my head into her and she laid a ribbon of kisses on my forehead. I gripped her back hard as she rubbed down my head, down my neck, into my back. I could feel the cortisol fleeing, could feel the tension leaving my nervous system, built up for fear of the pirates, of the blue flu, even the stress Ceritha brought to my life… Here she was to relieve it…
She kissed my forehead again and whispered, “I feel you…”
Electricity spiked through her lips, into my forehead, shivered through my face, tendrils of pinpricking energy spun down my head into my spine, all the way down, like capillaries filled with fire, spread from her telepathic whisper into my mind.
“I feel you, too…” I whispered back as I pulled up to look at her, lowering my hands from her back, to hold her ass in my hands, the turquoise fabric of the dress soft and simple in my hands. I squeezed and she squealed the cutest little purr and dove in to kiss me full on the mouth, pushing me back to the ground.
The kiss was deep and long, ravenous, our tongues battling for control, flicking and licking at each other, and when we came up for air, it was like surfacing from a deep dive in our planet's ocean. I stared at her in awe as she backed off me. Then she stood, and I reached up for her, afraid she was going to leave, afraid she was going to run away, again, as she seemed to do. But, instead, I watched, with incredible delight, as she slipped out of her panties, then knelt down to undo the buckle on my pants.
Ceritha shoved my shirt up my stomach a bit, so she could kiss, lick, and nibble at my stomach and hips as she slowly slid my pants down my legs, revealing my hard, hard dick. She gasped as she saw it. She looked back at me as she took it in her hands, stroking it gently, teasing the tip with one hand as she stroked it with the other. I moaned out supreme delight and lay my head back down, not even able to keep my eyes open, ripples of that same electricity going from her hands through my body.
She gently took the head of my dick into her mouth and sucked hard on it, flicking her tongue at the very tip and my entire body seized with pleasure. She kept one hand running up and down the shaft, the other cupping my balls.
“I told you I was skilled in hand-to-hand combat…” Her voice was smug in my head.
I laughed and was stunned at how giddy the laugh sounded but then I reached for her as she sucked my dick in and deep throated me, but I pulled her off and up into a hug, heaving her back onto me so that she straddled me. She posed there a moment, eyes wide, and I nodded.
“I want to be inside you…”
“I want to feel you fill me up…”
“Please, Ceritha… Let me enter you…”
Her hesitancy was clear and shook me from my delirious, desirous daze.
“I’ve never done that…” she finally said. Her fingers were shaking against my skin. Her eyes were misting a bit and I wondered if she was going to cry.
I stopped and grabbed her, moving her off me. “It’s okay. We don’t have to do this, yet.” I smiled at her and brushed her hair back around her face. “You’re so beautiful, Ceritha.”
She blushed and pulled her dress down around her as she knelt next to me. “I’m sorry… I’ve always avoided doing that…” she gestured at us, “by being good at that…” she gestured from her hands to her mouth to my still very hard dick.
I nodded. “I can understand that. It’s okay. We can wait. We have our lifetime together, and I want you to be ready.”
Ceritha smiled and shook
