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Dreams of war, dreams of liars Dreams of dragon's fire.
.. little brat. I'm kind enough to come on this trip with you and maroon me like this? Stuck on this Godforsaken ship," exaggerating for effect. As he stood above me, I screamed with delight, trying not to laugh.
He towered above me, masculine and strong, "And what are you going to do about it?" I said smirking, using one foot on the ground to twist myself in the chair from left to right. I didn't want to force him to go faster than he could, but I also knew I couldn't wait. Cameron was large, his member was soft, but I could see it outlined where it fell on his pants; extending down to just above his knees. I took my eyes off his face, just to look at his cock. "Holy fuck," I said quietly, making sure he heard what I was talking about.
I bit my lip and slowly reached a hand out, thinking of all the things I wanted to try with this thing. I've been with a lot of men, but none who had ever been lucky enough to pick a third or even a fourth, in Cam's case. My body responded faster than I could, I just put on a new pair of pants and already I was leaking through them. But if you were looking for someone who cared...you wouldn't have found her in this room. I didn't look up; I just stared, wondering if he was as on board with this excursion of sexual exploration as I was.
Without asking the question, I received an answer when I felt his cock twitch shooting a large bolt of precum the rest of the way down his pant leg. My breathing picked up and my smile faded as I ran my hand up and down the length of his shaft. I could feel the blood rushing through it, becoming harder and harder. "You're going to have to take those pants of soon," I thought to myself.
Not wanting to replay the event from before, I pulled my hand away and looked up at him, "I know you might not be ready, but..." I was cut off as he kneeled in front of me and placed his hands on my thighs, moving his eye's from looking at the wet spot on my crotch up my body and staring me in the eyes. I started breathing even heavier; wanting him, needing him. My pants getting wetter and wetter as the my slit became more sensitive, taking notice to every movement of my pants as I shifted in my seat.
"Oh God," I thought to myself, "I really hope you're ready, because I don't know what I'll do."
Now at my level, he looked me I the eyes, "We've talked before but... I don't think you really ever understood." He took my right hand with his left, and embraced my cheek with his other, "I have always loved you, ever since we accidentally killed that guy on Kantor."
I blushed and put my head down meeting his gaze; I was nervous but this was the thing I hoped for most... above all things, and it was good. "I know you've been patient with me for... way too long. You did the right thing getting me off that ship, I couldn't get mind off the work." I just smiled and giggled, still twisting myself from one side then the other, waiting for it to hit him.
"Huh, oh my God, you knew." I didn't say a thing. I just grinned from ear to ear, still staring him in the eye. "That means... huh..." It all came rushing to him. "Thank you for waiting," he leaned in, placing his head on my chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling my in tight and I ran my fingers through his hair letting him take his time. I spent the better part of two decades loving and caring for this man, and finally, his heart opened and let me in; I wasn't about to ruin that. We stayed like this for a while, taking it all in.
He pulled his head away and looked me in the eye, "Fuck, I love you." I smiled wide, trying to hold back the tears. He placed a hand on my cheek and moved his head closer to mine. He took a deep breath and almost yelled, "Race ya to the forward deck," pushing me, and the chair I was sitting in, back as hard as he could. It rolled on its rusty little casters till I smashed into the wall and he bolted for the door.
I screamed while laughing, "YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" I jumped to my feet running, swearing I'd defeat