Gabriel hadn’t realized the ship’s time had grown late until he’d looked up from their conversation and the rest of the dining hall was empty.
Their table looked like a war zone, the boat and carcass picked ragged over the course of a couple of hours. Gabriel had come with an appetite but Ilana had kept pace.
They stacked all their plates on the replicator platform. The mechanism took their leftovers back to be broken down and recycled into basic molecular compounds to be reused. He felt full but not uncomfortably so, one of the benefits of eating replicator food – the formula was nutritionally optimized to his user profile no matter what form or taste it took.
“Do you like dessert?” he asked Ilana, although he had a hunch he knew the answer from the way she consumed the world around her – delighting in her senses.
She gave him a cheeky grin, apparently satiated from their feast, her skin flush with color under her freckles. “Do I ever.”
“If you have it in you for a recommendation…” he started.
“Sure,” she said without hesitation.
Using the menu, Gabriel loaded one of his own recipes into the replicator – one that had been in his family for generations and his favorite part of visiting his grandmother’s ancestral home. Within a few minutes, a pecan pie appeared, its crust flaky and golden.
“Oh, you know the way to a girl’s heart,” Ilana crooned.
Her pleasure struck an unexpected chord of pride in his chest. “I may have been born in space but my Earthen family roots aren’t so far from yours, actually.”
“Oh yeah?” As Gabriel raised his fork Ilana took a bite of the pie. Her eyes drifted closed and she moaned. It was possibly the most erotic sound Gabriel had heard in his life.
He swallowed and tugged at his collar, his skin heating under his clothes. “Indeed. Most of them live in the floating cities above the Atlantic swamp now.”
“Oh yeah, our squad has helped break apart hurricanes in that area.” She ate another piece and moaned again. “Holy fuck, this is amazing. Is that a layer of chocolate ganache on the bottom? What even is this sorcery?”
Gabriel didn’t reply because his mouth had gone dry. She tilted her head at him, her brow questioning. “You haven’t had a piece yet.”
Gabriel realized he was sitting there with his fork in the air like a dunce. He put it down and decided to lay out his intentions on the line. He was so turned on he could barely think straight. “To be frank, watching you enjoy that is pleasure enough.”
He spoke just as she sealed her lips over another forkful of pie. She dropped his gaze with a blush, a smile spreading over her face as she chewed and swallowed. Although Gabriel sat still, he burned inside, poised on the edge of a knife, her response his only salve.
He simply watched as she set her fork against the side of her plate. She moved closer to him in the curved booth until her thigh settled against his.
She lifted her hand to his neck. “May I?”
Gabriel nodded, not trusting his voice to speak.
She undid one button, then the next, then another before she stopped – the ghost of her fingers brushing over his skin. His chest rose under her hand.
“What was that for?” he asked, his voice thick.
Ilana bit her lip and looked down to where her hand rested on his chest. “Just something I’ve wanted to do for a little while.”
She was so close it didn’t take much for Gabriel to cross the distance between them, tasting the sweet chocolate pecan pie on her lips – once, then twice. Her hand slipped underneath his shirt and her body relaxed into his with a sigh that fueled fire into his veins.
He wrapped his arms around her, sinking his fingers into her hair. With a gentle grip, he angled her head to seal his lips over hers. She melted into his touch with a soft hum and opened to him, her tongue entangling with his, taking his mind for a spin.
Gabriel broke away to catch his breath, leaning his forehead to hers. Ilana was practically in his lap. Her chest heaved against him, a tremble in her breath.
At least he knew he wasn’t the only one affected.
Her fingers continued to tease at his collar. Again she bit her lip, this time red and swollen from his kisses. “Would you like to continue this… in private?”
Her voice was small and vulnerable as if Gabriel would refuse her now. She was so capable, so confident that her hesitation stirred a deep tenderness in his breast.
Gabriel lowered his head and took a whiff of her scent where her neck met her shoulder. A shiver ran through her. “I’d like that,” he whispered.
They shuffled out of the booth. As soon as Gabriel got out, he offered her his hand. She took it but one of them miscalculated and she lost her footing, laughing as he caught her against him, the warm weight of her body flush along his front.
“You feel good,” she said.
Gabriel grinned. He liked her straightforward nature. He dipped his head for another kiss before putting her down. “Let’s get out of here.”
Ilana intertwined her fingers through his as they strode the halls. They passed only a few other people on the way and none of them gave them more than a cursory nod. Her door was the first on the way and she wasted no time opening it.
She drew him inside, reaching for him as he pulled her close, landing with her back against the door. Gabriel braced himself on an elbow to keep from crushing her but she was insistent, sliding her hands down his back to his ass and clutching his hips to hers.
“Fuck,” he muttered, grinding his pelvis into her.
Ilana gasped dramatically. “Why, Dr. Fontaine, is that the first dirty word I’ve heard you say? How utterly scandalo—”
He muffled her cheeky words with his mouth. Not that she seemed to mind, moaning as her hips rode his in response, her hands diving under his shirt, nails traveling up his back.
“Wait,” she said, and the word cut through Gabriel’s haze of arousal. He backed off, giving her an arm’s length space from the door.
“Oh, no. You’re fine.” She reached out to flick open the next button on his shirt, working down the line as she spoke. “I was just thinking, we’ve had a long day.” Next button – flick. “I would personally love a shower… and the one in here is definitely big enough for two.”
By the time she finished, she’d undone his shirt.
He bowed his head and extended his arm towards the bathroom door. “After you.”
Ilana pushed away from the door. She unleashed her hair from her ponytail then pulled off her shirt and her bra with a flourish, her breasts swaying as she lowered her arms.
Gabriel had never begged for anything in his life but he realized he would beg for this.
He followed the pendulum of her hips past the threshold of the bathroom, which lit up with warm, ambient light as they entered. The aquarium along one wall cast rippling shadows across the mirror and bath tiles. Gabriel removed his shirt and leaned back against the counter as Ilana turned on the impressive array of shower jets.
Once she was satisfied with the water temperature she turned around to take him in, her admiring gaze scanning him from tip to toe, pausing at his obvious erection. He stood still for her perusal and for her next move. She crossed the distance between them and hooked her fingers into the waistband of his trousers. He let her tug him until they were next to the shower.
Their mouths met again. He let her lead as she set a languid pace, her tongue lapping at his with teasing strokes, tasting him at her leisure. She undid the buttons of his pants and slid them down his hips, her featherlight touch exploring him as she went. He moaned and muttered a curse as she lowered his briefs and took his shaft fully in her hand.
He could feel her smile against his lips. “I’m just trying to see how many bad words I can get out of you,” she murmured.
“There’s plenty more where that came from.” He used both hands to slide her pants down her hips, cupping her ass as she shimmied them down her thighs. She yelped and laughed as he lifted her, her arms and legs wrapping around his body. He stepped onto the shower tile until her back came up against the wall, the water raining down on them from above.
He turned the tables then, with her pliant and clutching at him, taking her mouth with harder, deeper strokes of his tongue. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she responded in kind, ebbing with his flow, giving as good as she got. He broke away to chase the hums of pleasure coming from her throat, kissing and biting down her neck as she squirmed against him.
“Fuck.” It was her turn to curse.
Gabriel had wanted to kiss her senseless. Her dazed expression when he put her down confirmed his success – although he was barely holding onto sense himself. It took every ounce of willpower in his body not to take her there against the shower wall. Instead, he pumped the shower gel dispenser into his palms and started foaming up her shoulders.
She didn’t speak but moved into his touch, turning to allow him access to her back. He kissed her on one shoulder while he kneaded his thumb into a knot in the other. She responded eagerly, squirming and angling into the pressure. He continued sudsing up her skin down to her waist and around the curve of her buttocks. She slid her body back up against him, nestling his erection between her thighs.
Gabriel grunted as his hands traveled to her front. He secured her against him with one hand pressed over her belly. With the other, he reached between her legs and gently spread open the folds of her sex. She arched back into him, grinding her ass over his shaft as he stroked the nub of her clit. Something primal reared up inside him and he sank his teeth into the curve of her neck, just hard enough to make her gasp and stiffen.
She came with shuddering moans in his arms as his fingers milked the waves of her climax. When she went limp he ran his hands up to cup her breasts. She stretched her arms over her head and hooked them behind his neck, practically purring at his touch.
Ilana rotated in his arms to face him, rubbing her breasts over his chest with a mischievous smile. “My turn.”
She lathered her hands with soap and ran them up his stomach over his pecs, grazing his nipples with her thumbs. Gabriel drew in a hard breath as he watched her. She snuck a glance up at him from under her lashes before gripping his penis in her hand. She began to pump, her palms gliding over his shaft and tightening to circle the tip.
Gabriel groaned and braced himself against the wall.
Then she lowered to her knees and he lost all remaining capacity for rational thought.
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