at the loss of him, but he holds me under a blanket. Strong arms are around me in the warmth. I feel as if I am home again after a long journey. I rest there with him, falling asleep in the night. I don’t wake again until the soft rays of morning break through the tiny windows of the cabin.
As I stir, his eyes open, and he smiles at me.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” I say.
“Martians need little sleep. But I must say that sleep is far sweeter beside you.”
He holds me gently in his strong arms, and I rest my head against his chest. I hear the deep thrumming rhythm of his heart and notice it is far slower than my own. I wonder what other differences there are between Martians and the original human genome. But now is not the time for curiosity. I feel him going stiff against my leg.
He kisses my face and neck and cheek and whispers in my ear. “I want to be inside you.”
I giggle against his mouth and say, “But I’m sore.”
“I’ll be gentle,” he says as he sucks my tight nipple into his mouth.
His cock is pressed against my opening as I lie on my side with my leg over his hip. Still sticky and full from the night before, he presses inside my entrance. I gasp and pull away. I need time to recover from last night.
I flit out of the bed, searching for a bathroom. The cabin looks out on the sea through tiny windows. I open several doors and then find what I’m looking for. He growls and follows me as I dart inside. Turning on the shower, I step in and stand under the warm, streaming fluid.
He joins me, his cock erect and pointing at the sky. The sight of him makes my mouth water. I want to suck him till he comes, but I need to get clean. I rub shampoo into my hair, and the suds wash down my naked body. He watches me with dark eyes, his cock thick and throbbing. I turn away from him, giggling as I wash my face. I run soap over my body and between my legs. He squeezes soap into his hand and begins to wash me, gliding his palms over my skin, down my back, over my ass, between my legs. He rubs the soap over my pussy, and I pick up the water wand to spray it off.
With his hard cock against my back, and his hands on my hips, I press the wand to my clit and feel my already tight arousal spark into a flame. He caresses my breasts and kneads them as I bring myself to a gasping climax. I moan and shudder as I come. I then turn to him and look into eyes that are full of longing.
I squirt liquid soap into my hand and begin to rub it into the slick, soft flesh of his erection. I aim the water wand at his testicles. He growls and groans, placing his hand against the shower wall to steady himself. His eyes close, and I continue to work soap into his cock, stroking and squeezing with my hands.
I rinse the soap from his skin and place my mouth over the head of his penis as I take him in both my hands, sucking and stroking as he fondles my breasts. He squeezes me as he comes into my mouth. I taste him, far sweeter than any man I’ve ever known.
I pull away and rinse my mouth. We stand together under the spray from the showerhead, cleansed and satisfied.
When we are done, we wrap ourselves in robes and dry off under the heat blower. Dry and clean, we emerge from the bathroom and dress in new garments from the closet. As he pulls on his slacks, he makes an offhanded comment.
“I always love watching you use that water wand to pleasure yourself.”
I blink several times as I zip my jumpsuit. “Always?” I ask quizzically.
He stands and looks at me. His expression breaks, fragmenting like a disintegrating sandcastle in a storm.
“What do you mean by ‘always’?” My heart is thumping wildly. I’m going to learn something I don’t want to know. He runs his hands over his face and turns away.
“Jaxxo…”
He moves to the end of the one-room cabin and stares out the window down the pier. I go to him and place my hand on his back. Part of me doesn’t want