♥ Around the world (part 2) ♥

Dustin rolled off Meli, still panting heavily in the aftermath of his release. “That was…” he managed, before slumping back on the bed. “Yes. That was indeed…” Meli answered in a shaky voice. Sucking air in deeply, she steadied her breathing first, before tilting her head to glance at Dustin. “Husband…” she began, still flushed and with eyes sparkling on the endorphins that her climax had released. “Mmm?” Dustin glanced over at her, before hissing as a fingernail traced the length of his shaft. Reaching the tip, Meli made sure he was watching before licking the combination of their juices from it.

“What…?” He began, a little shocked that she would be so overtly sexual so soon after they had finished. Amber eyes stared at him, then winked. “We’ve only an hour or so. Less than an hour now, actually. And it’s the last day; I want to make sure I get every last drop out of this honeymoon I can my love. And I thought that might perk you back up rather quickly… which it looks like it has.” Dustin didn’t need to glance down to know that she was right; he’d always had a weakness for his lovers sucking on anything - primitive monkey brain stuff, see attractive female sucking, think about them sucking cock - but the addition of the aftermath of their orgasms moments prior had been enough to get him rising once again.

Sitting up on his arms as his breathing stilled, he took in Meli in all her glory. Curvaceous, raven hair and amber eyes with those long ears flickering gently between anticipation, arousal and delight. Pulling her in for a kiss first, he took the opportunity to gently squeeze one of her breasts before pushing her back. “Alright. Where and how?” he said before blinking as she rose from the bed, turned and headed to the doorway to the cockpit. “Through here” she called back over her shoulder when she realized he wasn’t following; he scrambled upright and then promptly felt dizzy enough to have to sit back down a moment. “Be right with you” he called, hastily draining what was left of his water in the hopes that doing so along with taking his time would resolve any issues coming from their sexual marathon.

When he reached the cockpit, the view made him pause. Meli was sat in the copilot’s seat, having spun it to face the cabin. Her hair draped down over her breasts - almost, but not quite covering her nipples, while she’d tucked her legs up in such a way that nothing was obscured as she slowly ran her fingers over her sex, staring at him. “Sit.” It was both suggestion and command all in one as she pointed at the pilot’s chair with her free hand. Dustin sat, eyes not entirely sure what part of the display in front of him to focus on first.

Meli curling a finger inside herself and letting out a satisfied hiss made the decision for him. His eyes locked on her sex; for all he and she had done in the bedroom together, the simple act of watching her masturbate was one that in that moment turned him on intensely - not least because she had made it clear that she wanted more of him. Amber eyes never left his as she teased at her folds, breath hitching at each particularly sensitive movement. Then she stood, her hand falling to one side as she crossed the distance to him. Stroking his cheek as he sat there stupefied, Meli bent down to kiss him - a deep, longing kiss that made his toes curl.

“Stay there a moment, and don’t move.” After that show and that kiss he wasn’t sure he could have managed to stand if he’d wanted to; she turned his chair before moving behind him and there was the sound of a cupboard opening and closing. When she returned, she was holding a small bottle; glancing into his eyes, she smiled before tipping the contents into his lap. The feeling of whatever she’d just poured spreading down the length of his shaft made him wince - it wasn’t exactly cold, but the temperature difference to the heat he felt was noticeable. Any concerns fled rapidly however when his wife took one of his hands and placed it firmly on his cock. “Hold that steady, husband.” She said, even as she scrambled onto the chair with him, knees pressed tight between his thighs and the armrest.

He felt his cock press against her back, the heat of her body warming the slick length before she lifted slightly and rolled her hips. Holding his cock rigid, he realized her intent as he felt the tip press against her rear; his eyes flickering to hers in surprise. “Are you… fuuuck!” he gasped, any attempt at asking if this was for his benefit driven out of his brain by the sensation of her ass opening up to take him. Meli’s eyes were closed, and she bit her lip as she slowly sank before pausing halfway down his shaft.

As she paused she let out a sultry moan, with a warmth to her tone that required all of Dustin’s self control to not answer with a thrust upwards. “Mmm.. Move your hand husband.” She said after a moment adjusting to the feeling, eyes still closed even as she moved one hand to gently toy with her breast. He moved carefully, not wanting to disturb her other hand from it’s resting place on his shoulder - he was pretty sure she needed it for balance even as she started to descend again. He’d forgotten how tight his lover’s rear was; they’d not revisited anal since the first time - Meli hadn’t asked, and he’d not wanted to ask in case she thought him pushy. Now however - with a sound from her lips that could have come straight from a porn holo Meli dropped fully into his lap and opened her eyes.

They widened still further as she shifted her weight, moving from kneeling to resting fully on her backside, legs either side of his torso and both arms around his neck. Stealing a quick kiss, she rocked her hips slightly and moaned again, eyes lidding at the sensations. Another kiss, then one hand snaked down and he felt her fingers start to run across her clit. Moving his hands to under her hips, he locked his eyes on hers as he gently lifted her before allowing her weight to carry her back down onto his shaft. Meli’s body trembled in his arms as he began to slowly, gradually work up a rhythm. Sweat stuck her hair to her, her eyes were wide as they gazed into his and her hand had become a blur between their bodies.

The chair creaked under them as her backside dropped into his lap. The tightness was overwhelming; he was suddenly glad that this was their fourth round. As if reading his mind, Meli spoke - although with her tongue nearly hanging out and her breath coming in panting, moaning gasps it was a little hard to make out the words. “Wanted… fuck, wanted you… everywhere before we went back. Thought… oh god, don’t stop don’t stop…” her eyes half rolled back and she trembled in his arms before slumping forward into his chest. “N’t stop…” she breathed, still trembling as he continued the slow and steady rhythm of his cock in her ass. Another tremble, then a soulful cry of “oh fuuuuck” half-deafened him as he felt a sudden pressure stroking down one side of his shaft.

Holding her in place as her orgasm passed, he realized what he felt when she shakily retrieved her fingers from her cunt. “Gods…” she whimpered, before pushing her rear back onto him where he had stopped to check she was ok. Restarting their fucking, he could feel her walls still spasming in the aftermath of her climax, the vibrations travelling through to his cock buried in her backside. “You were… saying?” he panted, breath coming hard now from the effort of bouncing the Velca’s body. “Doesn’t… oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck… doesn’t matter. Just…” he didn’t need to hear any more - the expression on her face and the trembling of her body told him all he needed to know. Speeding up, he delighted in watching his wife’s mouth hang open yet again, her eyes rolling back as another climax washed through her - before with a powerful grunt he bucked his hips up. Her eyes snapped back into a shocked stare, a surprised gasp escaping her lips as he hilted himself inside her and came.

In the aftermath of their anal escapade, Meli shakily climbed off him and gestured wordlessly to the shower. He didn’t argue; while he thought she probably needed the pampering of a shower first, there was no way they could both fit and she clearly needed time to get her legs to work again. So, it was with a towel wrapped around his waist that he found himself sometime later, his wife getting clean and the clock counting down to the time to leave their isolation. As if in response to that thought, the communicator chimed - Sola’s call frequency but from a private line rather than the bridge; that surely meant it had to be one of their lovers - who else would be on a Solar Ascent frequency and calling them privately? Thus, he hit answer without bothering to get dressed.

Four and a half seconds later, he managed to toggle off the video feed after Sammie’s face appeared on the other end of the line. The pilot was still blushing furiously as Meli emerged from the shower and sank into the chair next to him. Eying the woman for a moment, then noting the lack of a return image, the Velca sighed. “Dustin answered the call without thinking, didn’t he?” Sammie nodded, before shaking her head. “Sorry, Captain, Science officer. I should have sent a message first to let you know I’d be calling. I just wanted to let you know we’re all ready to go here whenever you are.” Dustin coughed, then ran a hand over the controls, noting the time. “My fault, Squadron leader. Are you ready to launch now? It’s a little early, but we can meet up in orbit if so and go from there?”

Sammie nodded, before reaching down to retrieve and seal her helmet. “All ready to go Captain. Are we clear to continue to converse on this channel while in transit? There’s a few matters I’d like to discuss before we arrive at the ship if you’re ready to get back to work?” Dustin’s reply came as he finished preparing for launch. “Certainly. Do you want me to patch in anyone else?” The shuttle lifted cleanly as Sammie spoke next, the camping spot now wilderness once more as they rose into the air. “No sir.”

As Sammie began to outline the current state of things as she saw it to give him background, Dustin was suddenly aware of a tugging on his towel. Glancing down, he was shocked to see Meli’s face staring up at him. Putting a finger to her lips, she mouthed “she interrupted us” before taking hold of his cock. Sammie’s voice intruded into his thoughts as the Velca’s lips sealed around his shaft. “Sir? I asked if you thought it a good idea to provide basic flight training to the rest of the crew while we’re waiting for the fleet to be good to launch?”

A rapidly bobbing throat constricting his cock made getting his words in order a challenge, Meli’s hand grabbing his and pushing it firmly into the back of her head even more so. Relenting to his wife’s demands, he tangled his fingers in her hair and took charge - restricting the speed and **** of her sucking to one where he could maintain at least a semblance of brainpower for his pilot. “That’s… that’s a good idea.” He managed, adding “a range of skills and talents is always good for any crew. Although I don’t want to **** you to take too much right now. Too much on I mean.” Mentally, he cursed even as the slip of the tongue made Meli giggle around his cock in a way that did nothing at all for his concentration and rather a lot for his building climax.

Sammie’s face was obscured by her helmet, but when she spoke next Dustin felt something he’d never felt before - Meli **** around his cock. “Captain, as Ambassador you are naturally going to be intimate with a number of women, and as newlyweds I hope you and Meli’a had a great honeymoon. But given our mutual agreement to take things slowly, unless she’s planning to share do you think she could either stop or finish you off quickly so I can get your full attention? Alternatively we can leave this call until later if you’d rather?” The pilot’s voice was so matter of fact it would have shocked Dustin, were it not for the vibrating splutters around his shaft as Meli pulled back. The sensation was so unusual, he had been getting close already due to the riskiness of the blowjob, and he was caught so off-guard that his reaction instead was a sharp intake of breath as his cock pulsed over the woman at his feet.

Silence reigned in the cabin for a moment, then Meli got unsteadily to her feet, one hand wiping a strand of Dustin’s cum from her cheek. Turning to the monitor, she took a breath. “Apologies, Samantha. It was unprofessional of me - but in my defence, you did interrupt us a full ten minutes before our scheduled departure time. Dustin’s attention is all yours. I will… organize an acceptable apology when we get back to the ship.” Sammie’s reply was lightning fast. “Date nights, Trea’k informed me about them. Your next one, you, me and him. My choice of venue, socializing only, no sex.” Meli hesitated on the way back to the shower. “Date nights are Dustin’s demand, not mine. If he has no objections, I accept.” The two women paused, waiting for his response. Feeling a little put out that it was on him to decide after Meli had started the whole situation, Dustin nodded. “Fine; you’ll have to wait a few days though - unless I’m mistaken, Naera and Emely are up next.”