Starlight Gleaming Ch. 17

She helped push the suit off her shoulders, while I slid my hand into her panties. I felt her hairy cleft and pressed two fingers between her full lips, and found the growing reservoir of hot, slick lubrication coating my fingers.

Her hand snapped out, grabbing my wrist. "Don't! I have missed having your cock inside me. I want to come all over your hard cock, Ranji."

"Oh, yeah!" I said with a grin. There was a decided urgency to be inside the woman I loved, to feel her welcoming slick heat envelope my length while I held her in my arms.

She quickly undid her boots, slid off her socks and pushed off her flight suit. I got as far as pushing my pants down to my knees when she grabbed my cock. Easing onto her back, she settled onto the plush carpet of the aircraft. Pulling me along, lifting and spreading her legs, she guided me to her center.

Once my mushroom knob parted her swelling, puffy lips, her hands grabbed my butt, and she began bucking her hips upward, as eager as I for our union. For my part, I was pressing and pushing into her, doing my best to thoroughly impale her.

Hands to my chest, Janetta gasped as I began opening her passage, partially filling her cavity with my length. "Easy. It's been awhile, Ranji."

More grunts and movement by us both until I felt her lower lips kiss my groin. All along my shaft, her muscular sheath rippled, caressing me, loving me in her tight, slick heat.

I shifted, and gazed down at her, grinning like a fool. "That's it. You feel so good, Janetta, so right. I have missed you so much!"

She looked up at me with love in her eyes.

Pulling out part way, I thrust for depth, bottoming out within her heated core.

"So full," she grunted. "So good. Oh, gods!"

Pressing and rocking, the gateway of her womb lightly brushed under the crown of my cock, sending intense pleasure through my body. Taking a deep breath, I exhaled slowly. I was already so wound up, it was all I could do to keep from filling her right then.

Janetta wrapped her legs around my hips. Her hand caressed my face, then fingered through my hair. "I can't believe how much I need you. Gods above! Give it to me, Ranji! Pound my pussy until I see stars! Fuck me and fill me until I drip with your come!"

Leaning down to kiss her, she latched onto my mouth. As I probed into her tight, slick center, she met me, thrust for thrust. In and out, again and again, pressing needful and hard into her welcoming wet folds, descending over and over into her muscular sheath.

Within moments, both of us needed too much air to maintain the kiss. Lifting up, I shifted higher, slapping down hard against her center, burying my hard cock within her yielding depths. Both of us panting, eyes locked on each other. Her body rose up, taking everything I gave her. Her wetness coating our rapidly pumping groins. We were moving together as one.

"It's so good!" she moaned, her hands gripping my arms.

I felt my balls tightening already. "Janetta! Gonna come in you!"

"Yes!" she cried out, her black eyes hungry and needful for what I gave her.

Our union became a wet, frantic, frisking of flesh within flesh while our hearts thundered. Hearts and bodies beating harder and faster, we strove toward release.

My balls drew up, and arching my back, my hands grabbed her butt, pinning her beneath me. Shoving as deep as I could reach, I grunted loud as my shaft expanded, then pulsed, spewing hot ribbons into her inner sanctum.

"Janetta!"

"Fuck!" Janetta's fingers dug into my butt while she bucked against me. A moment later she froze. Pulling me down, she buried her face into my neck, moaning as she ground her throbbing pussy against me.

For long seconds, we gasped for air while our bodies trembled together with ecstasy. As I felt the fading ejaculations, I lifted from her chest to ease her need for air.

Reaching up, she gently caressed my face with her hands. "I love you, Ranji Kandikan."

"Oh, my love," I whispered.

It was then I noticed how much weight she'd lost. Her cheekbones and collarbone were more prominent. Keeping hold with one hand, I ran the other along her more visible ribs. At the moment, however, I was blissfully happy with our intimate connection, wanting it last forever.

Suddenly scowling, she smacked me in the shoulder.

"What?" I asked in surprise.

"You still have your shirt on and even your pants are mostly on. How come it's always the woman who has to get naked? How is that fair, Ranji? I ask you, how is that fair?"

I laughed. "All the better to seduce me with your numerous charms, Janetta. You really are the most beautiful woman in the world. Making love to you is heaven. Didn't you know that?" Reaching up with one hand, I kneaded and rolled her tattooed breast, reveling in the touch of her skin.

She snorted. "I can't believe how badly you have me dick-whipped."

I raised my eyebrows. "What does that mean?"

"It means I love you, Lieutenant, and I will do a lot of violent and savage things to anyone who keeps my pussy from getting more of your hard cock on a regular basis. You are my lover and my man. You are back with me, where you belong. We have so much lost time to make up for."

Then arching her eyebrows, she added, "You need to give the rest of your women some attention, too. Your absence has been terribly difficult, for all of us, Ranji."

"I know," I replied. Then I flexed my cock within her sheath, giving her a tentative thrust. I'd barely gone soft and was already getting hard again.

A flash of surprise became one of interest. "It amazes me how you can do that. Does this mean you want to go another round?"

"Yes, Janetta. Always."

She pushed gently at me. "We need to move then. Even with the thick carpet, my hips are getting sore. And I don't want to get rug burns!"

"I've noticed you've lost weight." Sliding out, I helped her up.

"You, too." She patted my butt. "I remember having more to grab there."

Which was true. But not as much as Janetta.

I grinned at her. "So did you like having sex inside the Sunskipper?"

Her face filled with delight. "Gods of North and South, this will be a day for the memory books. On the one hand it's just a fancy shuttle, but it's so high-tech and it's ultra-fast -- and I love you and love how your cock feels deep inside me. Yes, I enjoyed it! And I do want another round, since you are up for it. I want to be on top this time."

She looked at the plush seats and their arm rests, calculating which one we should use, not caring that her pussy dribbled onto the carpet. Seeing her puffy, wet, lower lips covered with my sperm hardened any softness I may have had remaining.

I pushed her toward the cockpit. "What if we did it in here?"

Looking back at me, her eyes became a bit glazed. Because of the large windows, we'd be plainly visible to anyone standing by the workbenches. "Where?"

Turning the pilot's seat around, I said, "Kneel in the chair and I'll take you from behind."

Narrowing her eyes, she gave me a feral grin. "I don't think so. You were top on the floor. I told you, it's my turn to be on top. You sit, and I drive." Then she poked me in the chest. "Strip for me, Kandikan! Time to get naked."

Leaning against the wall, she watched me peel the rest of my clothes off. When I reached for her, she batted my hands away. "Socks, too. What? Too much blood going to your little head? I said get naked, Kandikan, and that means completely bare. Now turn to, Lieutenant! Don't make me have to hurt you!"

I barely had the second sock off when she herded me to the pilot's seat. She pushed and I plunked down into the thick, cushioned seat.

"Get the seat arms up. I need some room to work here." Stroking me a few times to check my firmness, she stared into my eyes as she moved up, straddling my lap. Pointed my shaft at her sodden cleft. Groaned as she descended, embedding my length within her slick, gooey tunnel. Then she leaned forward, smashing her breasts into my face while she reached around the seat.

"What mmmph--!"

There was a click, and then she pushed the headrest down. I managed to get my nose free so I could breathe. Releasing the pressure, she rested her lower arms on my shoulders as she gyrated on my lap. "Oh, that's good," she husked. "Nice and deep, touching all the good spots. Mm-hmm. That's what I'm talking about."

My hands moved up to cup her soft mounds. It felt so good to feel her soft flesh mold under the motions of my fingers and palms. My thumbs rubbed her turgid nipples, encouraging them to rise to even greater prominence.

Her black eyes glittered with heat. Leaning in, she kissed me, opening her mouth. Meeting her, our tongues dueled as she enveloped me within her muscular core.

When we broke for air, she arched her back, laughing as she rocked her hips. "I can't believe this. I'm fucking you in the cockpit of an Itcha Aeronautics, state-of-the-art, ultra-classified PE-1000 Sunskipper!"

"I love you, Janetta Tlacotli."

"I love you, too, Ranji Kandikan. Gods help me, I do so love you."

Picking up the pace, her grinding gyrations changed to pumping, going for depth. Her breathing quickening, Janetta moved her hands to my shoulders for better leverage.

"That's it," she huffed. "All the way up. Rub my belly button from the inside, Ranji."

I started to move my hand down so as to give her clit some attention, but she grabbed it, holding as she humped me. "Driving here. Don't mess with my rhythm."

"Are they watching you ride me?"

"Oh, yeah," she said with a huge grin, looking out the huge windows. "They just noticed us. Zinja and Cholan. Both of the mechanics. Oh! Mmm. I'm going to be sore later, but I'm not getting off until I come again all over your cock. Oh, heh heh. Now Lieutenant Yanultam sees us. Suck my tits, Ranji."

Inhaling one breast, my tongue laved and flicked nipple while my hand squeezed and kneaded the other. Arching to push it into my mouth, one hand held the back of my head. Then Janetta switched back to short thrusts and grinding. Both of us panting while she rode me.

Switching again to long strokes, she grabbed the chair and dropped down harder, impaling herself onto my hard shaft again and again. Pulling back until I was nearly out. Then the firm drive down until her wet nether lips kissed my balls. She moved faster. Our groins were wet with her fluids. I was just starting to feel a tingle in my balls when she abruptly halted, grinding her clit against my groin.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she cried out hoarsely. "Ranji!"

Moaning, she hefted her breasts, pinching the nipples, shuddering while her slick core throbbed around me. Another shudder, and she collapsed against me, panting heavily. Recovering quickly, she lifted herself into a sitting position. "Thanks, Kandikan. That was first rate."

Giving me a pat on the shoulder, she started to lift off me!

"No, you don't!" I growled.

Hauling myself out of the chair, I carried her over and pinned her against the door frame. She laughed as I lifted her up and grabbed her butt, shoving back into her steamy pussy. It was satisfying to hear her laughter dissolve into moans while I pounded into her yielding center. Her arms and legs wrapped around me, holding me close.

"All lined up," she huffed into my ear. "Give it to me, Ranji. Come on! Full payload!"

I continued driving into her, my balls slapping against her slick, heated folds. Janetta gasped as I vigorously pumped within her depths.

Speaking in a higher voice, she cried out, "Oh, Lord Kandikan! You know I like it, sir. Fill my pussy and make me your woman. Yes, yes! Give me all your hot seed!"

And like that, I was spewing into her depths as I grunted, heaving for air. Having come so recently, I didn't have much, but I gave her all I had.

Janetta gasped as she gripped my butt cheeks, rolling her mound against mine. Then she snickered with a knowing gaze. "Oh, Kandikan, I so own your ass."

I held her groin to mine, still emptying myself into her body. "What was that, Janetta? Why did you climb off before I was done? I thought we were beyond that shit."

She tenderly wiped the sweat from my brow before giving me a look full of emotion. "The answer's the same as last time. If you want me, you need to keep me. It's me fucking you as much as you fucking me. You've been gone a long time, Kandikan. More than half a year, and I have to tell you, it was hellish. I needed to know just how much you want me."

"Like the first time on the floor didn't count?"

Janetta winced, her legs dropping down of my hips. "Can you let me down first? I think that keypad is going to leave a permanent divot in my lower back. Oh, that's better."

She was still impaled on my cock, but made no move to free herself. Instead, she smacked my butt. "I love you, but you've been gone for almost half the time we've been together. I'm not like your other women, Ranji. The first time was me the woman welcoming home her man. This time was for the warrior in me, taking my man because I wanted you, too. I needed to know you still loved me, still wanted me enough to claim me as yours. I won't be taken for granted."

She saw my look, and nodded. "I know, I know. You and me, warriors, side by side. You are my lover, Ranji. My man. I like it that you treat me like we're equals, in bed and out of it. I love that you want to take care of me, but the warrior in me needs to see you push back when I test your boundaries. You gave me pleasure, as you should, and you demanded that I give you yours."

At that moment, I slipped out. Pushing me aside, she reached down, cupping her sodden, swollen vulva. Stepping closer to the window, she lifted her gooey hand, showing it to those who had been watching us, standing proud and defiant, like my semen was some victory prize she'd won on a battlefield.

Zinja and Cholan, and one of the two mechanics looked back at her. Janetta kept her eyes on them as she smeared the mess onto her belly and breasts, rubbing it into her skin. Zinja muttered something, and both women nodded, then snapped a salute to their officer. Janetta gave them a stern, slow nod, and the women released their salute.

It was then I heard a clattering at the door. Someone was trying to break in!

"Time to get dressed, Janetta!" Diving around the corner, I scrambled for my uniform.

Strolling into the passenger bay, she sat on a plush seat, smearing the seat while she slipped on her socks. As she hiked on her panties, she muttered, "Okay, that's sore."

I was still fussing with my shirt buttons when she clipped her bra into place, then made a quick adjustment for comfort. Both of her feet slipped into the flight suit, and up went the zipper. Barely got my socks on while she stuffed her pant legs into her boots and -- click! click! -- snapped the big brass clamps home. She pulled out her jaguar hair clasp and ran her fingers through her hair while I fumbled around with my shoes.

I was a warrior. An officer in the Air Service. I had survived desperate battles, weeks of torture, and deliberately tracked a man down and shot him. But this was my parents' home, and that somehow colored everything. Finally slipping my socks on, I felt like I was twelve.

Crouching, I fussed with the laces of my shoe. When I stood back up, Janetta moved close. I paused while she calmly straightened my shirt. Taking my neckerchief, she flipped up my collar, wrapped it around and tucked it properly into place. Fixing my collar, she adjusted my shirt so it lined up with the zipper of my pants. A quick kiss and smile.

Giving me a nod, she went to the door lock, returned the connector to its port and closed the panel. Janetta hit the switch, and the door opened. I stood behind her.

The room reeked, but we were fully dressed.

Kneeling on the ramp, toolbox at his side, the second mechanic looked up at us. He gave me a quick grin, then was all business.

Captain Harketsi stood behind him, his face dark with fury. Behind him, on the ground, was the co-pilot, Lieutenant Yanultam, a look of awe on his face.

Janetta gave the captain a puzzled look. "Was there an issue with the door? It worked just fine for us." Turning back to me, she added, "Thank you for that incredible in-flight simulation, Senior Lieutenant. It was a... fulfilling experience."

Yanultam struggled to keep from laughing, no doubt to avoid drawing the ire of his superior. I think the mechanic bit his tongue.

Cholan and Zinja came around the corner, followed by the second mechanic.

Before Captain Harnetsi could speak, Janetta barked out as she strolled past him, "Sergeant Zinja, Sergeant Cholan! On me! Let's get off the flight line. We've bothered these men long enough."

"Yes, sir!" they replied in unison, doing their best to keep straight faces.

Following her cue, I marched behind her. The guard snapped to attention as we came around the barrier, moving to the elevator.

When the door closed, Janetta said, "Okay, at ease."

The tall, Oexecan mechanic was instantly in my arms. And she was strong! Hugging me so tight that I struggled to breathe. And the shorter East Islander girl clutched at me while standing on her tip-toes. It was chaos getting kissed while trying to give kisses in return, both of them laughing, and the height differences adding even more to the challenge.

Seeing her close up, I also couldn't get over how much weight Cholan had lost. It had to be close to a hundred pounds, I was sure of it.

"Ladies... five, four, three..." Janetta warned, and both women instantly let me go. Cholan reached behind me and gave my butt a quick squeeze.

As the door opened, Janetta cleared her throat, speaking out brusquely, "... And let that be a lesson to you both, Sergeants."

All business, both echoed out, "Yes, Captain!"

Janetta led the way down the hallway.

Bilan lounged against the wall. When he saw us, he smirked at me. "I was wondering if I needed to gather a search party. You were gone nearly an hour, Ranji. You are the guest of honor tonight, and everyone else is gathered in the drawing room, waiting for your arrival."

Zinja cleared her throat. "Captain? It might be prudent to take a latrine break beforehand?"

Muttering in Nahuatl, Janetta whispered, "That bad?"

"Yes, sir," Zinja replied quietly. "No mistaking it."

Cholan nodded in agreement.

"Sounds like an idea, Sergeant," I added. "I should make a stop as well."

"Good call," Bilan said with a grin.

Janetta took the nearest one, while I scooted down a side hall for another one. Once we were both passably decent, we continued toward the main drawing room.

On the nearest sofa sat a very pregnant Rana, with her two boys laying down together, side by side, wrapped in a large blanket. Bilan sat down on the other side, next to his wife. The welcoming smile Rana gave him was genuine, and seeing it, I was happy for them both. They deserved their newfound love together.

My mother sat on the second sofa, looking very much the regal lady. Sisi leaned up against her, looking at us sleepily as we entered the room. Mother held Mina, gently rocking while humming a tune to her. By all appearances, my youngest daughter was fast asleep.

I looked for the love seat that used to occupy the room, but it was gone, replaced by a third sofa. Calia and Ixma rose up to join us. Janetta sat down at my right side, and I was guided to the spot next to her. Zinja claimed the vacant spot on my other side, and leaning against me, took my hand. Calia, Ixma, and Cholan sat on the floor, clustered at my feet.

Bilan looked at me, and started chuckling, his eyes merry. Rana grinned, too, and even my mother looked at me, thoughtfully taking in the scene. I couldn't tell if she was amused, scandalized, or happy, and supposed it was probably some mix of all the above. I had given her and my father fair warning about the women in my life, but I suppose it is quite different to actually see it with one's own eyes.