Joanna Wylde Price of Freedom

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She nodded, drowsily imagining their flames burning together, until the pod
came to a stop. Then he was pulling her to her feet, and they stumbled out
into the wide corridor. There were fewer people around them now. It was a good
place to be, she thought. Going home.
Not that the hostel was really their home. Maybe the new ship would feel like
a home, she thought suddenly.
"How much did the new ship cost?" she asked suddenly curious. "How much money
do we have left over? Will it be enough?"
"Oh, it will be enough," Jess said quietly. "Between selling the ore and the
ore carrier, we have more than enough to start a new life for ourselves. More
than enough for Calla and
Bragan, too."
They were at their hostel now, all closed up for the night. Next to the door
was a security box. Jess pulled a small card out of his pocket and stuck it in
a slot in the door. It swished open, and he guided her through the door and
down the silent hall to their room. Then he opened that door, and they
walked inside. Bethany tripped lightly once more and Jess caught her.
He pulled her into his arms, and she went to him with a sigh. What was it
about this man that gave her such pleasure? she wondered She wrapped her arms
around his body, feeling the muscles under his skin tensing as her fingers
danced across them.
"Kiss me," she demanded, tilting her head up toward him.
Jess looked down at her, taken for a moment by the strange mix of her
commanding tone with the soft blurring of her gaze. She was a little drunk
from the wine, and more relaxed with him than he could ever remember her
being.
How had he managed to find this woman? His life was suddenly all but perfect.
He had
Bethany, a ship, a future. Soon he would have his sister back, too, and
together they would rescue Bragan. After that, who knew what wonderful things
might happen. For the first time in his life he had a future, and the Goddess
had even been gracious enough to give him someone to share it with. It was
nothing short of a miracle.
Filled with a sense of wonder, he allowed his lips to take hers, marveling at
their soft texture. He kissed her, lips closed, for several minutes. The soft
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warmth of her mouth against his was amazing�beautiful and exciting all at
once. He could feel the blood rushing between his legs, feel his cock rising
with anticipation. In a bit he would slide that hard part of himself into her
body, and the delicious warmth and wetness of her would close around him. The
friction of her folds would carry him to new heights, and the squeezing of her
muscles would draw a climax out of him more stunning than any other he had
experienced before meeting her.
How had he even imagined those earlier fleeting encounters to be true sex?
They were nothing compared to this, simply the release of tension, a bodily
function completed. This was so much more.
She pressed closer to him, and he could feel the soft mounds of her breasts
against his chest. Her nipples slowly hardened as his own responded. She
shifted her legs against his restlessly, and then her tongue stole out of
her mouth, burning a path along his lips. He opened for her and their
tongues met playfully. One of her hands stole down between them, cupping his
erection lightly, and he shuddered.
He reached down and cupped both hands around her buttocks, lifting her easily
into the air. She gasped, the motion pulling her head from his. Her hands
clutched his shoulders for balance, and her legs wrapped tightly around his
waist.
He carried her across the room to their bed. It was larger and far more
comfortable than that on the ore hauler, almost decadent in comparison.
Jess had been dreaming about taking her on a bed like this one since the first
time he'd seen it. Now he carried her toward it, wishing their clothes were
already gone and that he could thrust into her immediately.
Bethany seemed to be feeling the same way. She rubbed her clit against the
hard ridge of his cock through their clothing, straining at him for more
stimulation. He laughed, and leaned over to settle her gently on the bed.
She kept her hold on him, pulling him down with her. The move caught him off
guard, and he fell down over her. She pulled him, rolling him across the bed
until she was on top of him, leaning down against his chest and kissing him
deeply. It took him off guard, although not in a bad way. He was simply
amazed, and not for the first time, that the shy, quiet woman he had first met
on the mining station had turned out to be so fiery. Even when he had first
taken her from her people, she had seemed meek enough. He knew better now. She
would be a formidable opponent if she ever turned on him.
The thought cooled him momentarily, then was gone as she kissed him again,
pulling on his shirt. She wanted him naked, now. Her actions were clear. He
wasn't about to fight with her.
He reached down to the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her head. It
was hard at first, their arms kept tangling together as they tugged at the
clothing. Then she slithered out of the silky pants she wore under the dress
and he raised his hips to lower his own pants.
The cool air hit his cock, but did nothing to dampen his arousal. He wanted to
feel that slick warmth close him. He would never get enough of her. Never.
Now she was naked, with the warmth of her soft skin fluttering against his
body in so
many places he felt like he was dying. How could a man survive something like
this, night after night? His heart was pounding, every nerve in his
body singing. He could feel the pressure in his loins, building and
growing impossibly stronger as she pushed against his erection. Then she moved
to straddle him, and he could feel her heat. It was a tangible
presence, all but touching him even though his aching cock was
still inches from her opening. She lowered her body over his slowly and
deliberately, her fingers catching and stopping his hand when he tried to pull
her down more quickly. It was tortuous and beautiful all at once. He was going
to die.
She sheathed him. For one glorious moment he was content, held within her
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