I’m not even sure how long we go at it, but by the time I finally pull away, I’m drenched in sweat, and I don’t think I can handle much of anything. My legs are still trembling, and I feel a bit woozy.
Strol chuckles. “You look like you need to sleep some more.”
“I definitely need something to eat, or else I will fall asleep.”
We eat, Strol feeding me some because he's a goof, or maybe he just wants me to lick his fingers. Which I do. By accident. Okay, just the first time had been an accident, but he doesn't seem to mind, so I do it again and again until I just let him feed me.
But once we finish eating a healthy portion of the salted deer meat, I sigh and lean back, my eyes closing.
“You really can sleep,” he says. “I can go back to driving.”
“But you drove for hours already,” I mumble.
“So?”
"You should sleep too so we can both be rested for when we arrive."
“But—”
“But we’re getting close enough that I have to drive because to tell you the rest of the way won’t be easy.”
“You want me to just listen to you already, don’t you?” He bursts out laughing.
I force my eyes open and glare at him. “What makes you say that?”
“You have that same tone of voice that my mom uses on me when she wants me to just shut up and do something. Sarah has that tone too.”
“Who’s Sarah?” I mumble.
He hesitates, and I focus on him. My heart skips a beat. An old flame? What does it matter if she is?
“My twin,” he says.
“You have a twin sister?”
“Yes.”
“Is she on—” A yawn cuts me off.
“She’s on Kuria, and you need to visit dreamland.”
My eyes close, but I glare at him anyhow.
He chuckles. “We need to visit dreamland. Happy?”
I reach over and pat his… arm, I think. "Yes, I'm happy," I murmur.
Fuck. I am. I am so fucking screwed.
9
Strol
I didn’t intend to fall asleep. All I wanted is to watch her sleep, but even though she rode me for the duration, I put my whole body into it, thrusting, not just letting her ride me, and my legs are sore. My back is. Worse, my arms are aching from being empty.
Would we ever sleep together in a bed? That’s what I want.
Fuck. Do I want to cuddle her? That's not something I've ever done after fucking. I just sleep. Some of the women asked me to stay, and when it's clear cuddling and not another round is what they're after, I always opted to leave. Cuddling is something I don't do. It means too much. It's too… tender? I don't know if that's the right word or not, but it just seems like something only a devoted couple will do, and I never found anyone I even wanted to think about cuddling.
But there’s something about Isabella, and I don’t just mean her lips, her kisses, her tongue, her hands, her pussy. Yes, she knows all of the right buttons to press, and this time around, she discovered that I love to have my earlobe and neck sucked. I didn’t even know before now how fucking crazy it drives me to have a woman pull my hair slightly. It sends a shot right to my cock, and I almost always leaked precum every time she did it.
She does things to me no one else has, and she’s starting to make me feel things I never wanted to feel.
So I wanted to watch her sleep, but my body is a traitor, and I doze off too. When I wake, it’s dark out, and Isabella stirs.
“You have to be kidding me,” she mumbles.
“We can’t do whatever it is at night, can we?” I assume.
“No, we can’t. It’s risky enough as it is, but it’s not daring to do it at night. It’s fucking stupid, and we’ll end up dying.” She scowls.
“Well, I’m all for being daring but not for being reckless when it means dying.” I grin at her. “We can do something else to wear ourselves out again so we can sleep the rest of the night away.”
“Maybe later,” she says.
We eat, and she asks about Sarah. I tell her a few stories, and Isabella grins.
“I think Sarah and I would be good friends.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt that,” I tell her, and then I shrug, wanting to downplay this because I just don’t see how they can meet. “But she’s on Kuria, and she prefers it there.”
“Are you sure? Has she come to Earth before?”
“She just is happy there,” I say lamely.
“Well, you’ll go back to visit her, right?”
“We can communicate right now if we wanted to.”
“Ah, yes, your chips, right?”
I nod, but even that makes me grimace. If I remove the chip, I won’t be able to talk to Sarah again, and I don’t know why I’m back to thinking about this.
“I don’t have any siblings,” she says.
I side-eye her. She’s smiling, a bit coyly, and I just shake my head. She knows that the subject had been bothering me, and instead of pressing the issue, she changed the subject.
Isabella knows me so well already, and that just frightens me all the more.
“No siblings, huh? That must have been a quiet upbringing,” I remark.
She bursts out laughing. “You would think so, but no. Not at all.”
“Ah, so you started your daredevil ways when you were a young’un, didn’t you?” I ask.
“You could say that.” She gives a coy, little smile, but she doesn’t give any more details.
We sit in comfortable silence, watching the moon and stars shine down on us. I think I nod off first, and when I wake, she’s sleeping. Our fingers are almost touching, and I smile at the sight of her beauty. Her hair, her eyes, her nose… She looks so peaceful now. Actually, I prefer her smile. She’s too alive and full of
