But that chapter of her life was behind her. Eventually she would have to decide on her next steps, but for right now, she was riding across the Martian desert with the man she loved holding her in his arms. His warmth surrounded her, keeping her protected from the icy breeze. With each step, his massive erection rubbed against the place where she needed him most and her lingering arousal flamed higher. Abandoning thoughts of the future—and the past—she concentrated on the present and the desire surging through her body.
Perhaps they should find a spot to assemble the habitat. Or perhaps…
Moving back just enough that she could reach between their bodies, she fumbled at the fastening of his pants.
“What are you doing— Oh.” His words stumbled to a halt as she freed his erection and wrapped her hands around the heated bar of flesh.
All of his muscles tightened as she lightly stroked the silky skin covering the hardness beneath. Pre-cum pearled on the wide head and she swirled her thumb through it before teasing at the sensitive underside.
“Serena,” he groaned and she smiled, delighting at his weakness in her hands. Once it might have been about control, but now it was about giving him pleasure. She tightened her grip and stroked harder and faster, the way he had shown her. He stiffened even further beneath her fingers, then brought his hand down to cover hers. “If you keep that up, I'm going to explode right here.”
“Good,” she purred.
“As much as I'm tempted, if I get you wet, you'll get chilled.”
“I'm already wet,” she teased. “But that gives me an idea.”
Reluctantly releasing him, she fumbled at her own pants, but the awkward position made it difficult to get them off. Grasping her intentions, John reached down and effortlessly ripped a hole in the seam of the expensive pants. Her professional suit was in tatters and the perfectly polished Serena was gone forever, but she didn't regret her loss. Her present reality was infinitely more satisfying.
Winston’s metal body rocked smoothly beneath her, forcing her now naked flesh against the heated bar of John’s erection. His hands clamped down on her ass, pulling her closer and spreading her folds so she could feel every delicious inch. He rubbed her slowly up and down his cock, moving easily in the almost embarrassing wetness that coated her slit. With each movement, he pressed against her swollen clit, building her excitement until she was poised on the edge of climax.
“Come for me, love,” he ordered as he pushed his cock harder against her, sending a shivering vibration through her body, and with a helpless cry, she obeyed.
Her body arched back against his arms as her climax rolled over her, the waves of pleasure heightened by the hard flesh still pressed against her, the big hands holding her so tightly, the dark eyes watching her so intently. When her shudders finally stopped, she could see the hunger on his face and she reached for him. It was his turn to shudder as he lifted her higher until she was poised over the wide head of his cock. Then with agonizing slowness, he began gradually sheathing himself in her body. Despite her excitement, her body resisted and he had to work himself up inside her, opening her an inch at a time as she urged him on.
When he finally buried himself completely, he paused for a second, his chest heaving despite the fact that he didn’t need oxygen. Then he lifted her up and slammed her back down in one long, hard stroke. A second, smaller climax rushed through her at the sudden, shocking pleasure. She heard him groan, felt the rush of liquid warmth inside her, but he kept moving. The increased wetness eased his way and he plunged into her more easily with each stroke, seeming to reach deeper and deeper.
She clung to his shoulders, desperately holding on to him as sensations overwhelmed her: the stretching fullness on the edge of pain, the streaks of heat from her exposed clit as he rubbed against it with each thrust, the aching points of her nipples as she pressed against him. His hands tightened, opening her even further to his touch, and she cried out as she climaxed again in a wave of pleasure so intense that dark spots danced in front of her vision. She heard him call her name, felt his cock jerking inside her as a second wave of liquid heat filled her, and his body finally stilled.
She was still clinging to him, breathless and happy, when his body tensed.
“What is it?”
He swore, even as he gently lifted her free.
“Storm coming,” he said briefly.
A spike of terror replaced the lazy feeling of satisfaction. They were miles from any type of habitation. “What are we going to do?”
“Make a run for it. I’m going to head for the base of those mountains. With any luck, we can find shelter amongst the rocks. Hold on now.” His arms tightened around her. “Run, Winston!”
As Winston leaped forward, she caught a glimpse of the mountains he must mean but they seemed terrifyingly far away. Especially when she looked in the other direction and saw a towering wall of swirling orange dust racing towards them. A terrified cry trembled on her lips but she pulled Serena’s poise around her like a blanket and remained quiet. Falling apart would only worry John and Winston and she wouldn’t do that to them.
Once again they were racing across the desert but this time seemed even more frightening. The fearsome power of nature far exceeded the scientists’ games. She buried her face in John’s chest as he bent over her and clutched his shirt. The wind increased, churning around them in icy blasts. Small pellets of sand began to sting her exposed skin and she heard John swear again.
“Keep your eyes shut,”
