by D. R. Rosier
Dahlia looked back up and studied him for a moment, he was wearing black shoes, a nice pair of black pants, and a light blue collared shirt.
She smiled, “So, you dressed me?”
He nodded, “And did a hell of a good job at it.”
He looked her up and down in an obvious and over the top lecherous way, which made her laugh. It was a rich joyful kind of laugh and her blue eyes twinkled, which took his breath away.
He held out his arm, and she took it with a smile, “So what’s next?”
He looked up, and she followed his gaze and gasped, as Saturn and its rings were directly above them, it appeared so close through the clear bubble around Saturn station that it was almost overwhelming. Saturn station only existed in virtual world, so far. The whole station was filled with different types of restaurants, clubs for all types of music and dancing, and of course a hell of a view.
Since they’d already eaten in the real world as a family with the others, he figured they’d skip the eating part of a dinner and dancing date.
He took a moment to explain that all to her, and they started to walk around the promenade so she could check out the music coming from all the clubs. He watched her carefully, and when her smile grew at the sound of jazz music, he led her inside.
She smirked at him, “You know, I can’t dance.”
He replied, “Something we’ll have to remedy, it isn’t hard, you’ll pick it up fast.”
He had no doubt of that. Her body was conditioned, toned, and graceful as well as powerful and controlled. Dancing should come easy for her, or at least, he hoped it would, and that she’d enjoy it. He smiled again, not being able to help himself, returning her own grin as the music got louder and they entered the jazz club.
“You look stunning. I’ve really been looking forward to this.”
Her smile widened, “Me too,” her voice shockingly shy.
Maybe they weren’t so different after all. Confident, almost to the point of insanity on a battlefield, but nervous on a date with him? Perversely, he felt better almost immediately, as he led her to a table.
“Let’s order a couple of drinks, and you can get an idea of how to dance to this music.”
The place was busy, but there were a few free tables, and he pulled out her chair for her as she sat down with a mystified look on her face, but she didn’t look displeased by the gesture. He watched the dancers for a while, all A.I.s, but his gaze didn’t linger long before he turned back to his date. He studied her for a moment, as she studied the way people moved.
She really was stunningly attractive, but more than that she was full of life and joy, and he cared about her very much. Yes, the physical attraction was definitely there, but it was also so much more. He put away his doubts, determined just to have fun tonight, and reluctantly peeled his eyes away when the waitress came over.
“What can I get you,” the bubbly woman asked with a flirty smile on her face.
He ordered two mixed drinks, and turned back to Dahlia and caught her studying him.
“They’re all doing something different.”
He grinned, “Yeah, that’s jazz dancing for you. But the basic moves are the same, you just need to make it yours.”
She nodded thoughtfully.
He suddenly felt her foot against his leg, and saw a twinkle in her bright blue eyes. He was startled, and his head snapped to the side as a drink was place in front of him, because he hadn’t even noticed the waitress approach the table.
Dahlia looked amused, and sexy beyond belief. She was also obviously happy to be there, even if still a little nervous. There was a lot of tension between them, but the good kind. He wasn’t in a rush to get to the end of the date, but every stare, touch, and word exchanged between them felt like foreplay.
They sipped their drinks and talked about the Earth, the summit, and a little about their own plans for the future, which only seemed to grow more ambitious as time went on. Family, exploration, pushing the boundaries of science and understanding, protecting those he loved, he wanted it all. He was still determined to get a little vacation though, a honeymoon for five, before they got started.
Eventually though, the conversation shifted to the personal. They were already friends, for a while now, and he knew a lot about her personality and who she was now, but learned a few more things as he asked her increasingly more personal questions. He wanted to know everything about her, including her past.
“My family? How do the humans say it? I’m the baby in the family, I have an older sister and two brothers that still live. My eldest brother moved on from this life, and my parents are still around, but very old, they’ve achieved their second retirement.”
“Second retirement?”
She nodded and said, “Yes, first retirement is when we leave the military, second retirement is when we get too old to work at our chosen profession. That can vary, but usually people stop working for fifty to a hundred years before the end. There’s no mandatory date though, we choose when we’re ready to quit.”
He pondered that a moment. The Mirosians retirement span encompassed the full life span of a human. It was hard to truly understand that. Yes, he was virtually immortal, but didn’t really comprehend that yet either, since he was technically eighteen years old all the repercussions hadn’t sunk in yet.
It was a fact that would take time to prove out. He knew his mothers were concerned about his father, about how well a human mind would take to an infinite lifespan. Humans weren’t meant to live forever.
He found out Dahlia’s sister and two living brothers worked in the family business which was manufacturing of all sorts of things, from military components to toys. She’d never been interested in that herself, and felt that with three of them taking on the family business she could be free to become a chef and open her own restaurant. Of course, her ambitions had changed direction over the months after she’d met him and recognized the opportunity their friendship opened up for her.
As they finished their drinks, he fought off the urge to just move to the second stage of their date. It wasn’t lost on him that despite looking at the edge of her teen years or early twenties with a tight supple sexy body, she had hundreds of years of sexual experience, both one on one and in orgies.
It was a very shallow thought, but also very true. The tension between them had seemingly grown even more, if that was possible. Of course, that was one area he didn’t have doubts or hang ups about, he might have been a virgin three months ago, but he was more than sure he could keep up in that way.
They finished their drinks and he got up and held out a hand, “Dance?” he asked confidently.
She smiled and took his hand, and then stepped into his personal space, their bodies touching as she looked up at him.
“I’d love to dance.”
He wasn’t entirely sure, but her tone of voice, and the fuck me look in her eyes, made him unsure they were talking about the same thing. He couldn’t help himself, and dipped his head slowly down for a kiss.
He heard her soft exhalation as she tilted her head, and their lips met for the first time. He wrapped an arm around her mouthwateringly thin waist and pulled her a little tighter against his body, and he caressed her face with a butterfly touch of his fingertips as her soft lips molded to his own. The kiss was gentle, sweet, and had a longing quality to it that took his breath away.
It wasn’t a long kiss, they didn’t even open their mouths, but it was shockingly intimate as her arms went around his neck and her body relaxed against him, melting and conforming against his body. She was a perfect fit. His manhood started to react, and he sighed in a strange mixture of desire and contentment, as she broke the kiss and stepped back.
Her smile was brilliant, happy, smug at his dazed look, and had just a little bit of naughty promise for later that night. She was absolutely mesmerizing. He knew he was lost, he’d do anything for the brilliant gorgeous woman before him, just like he would for the other three in his li
fe. He didn’t mind that at all though, he felt blessed and decided he was the luckiest man alive just to have Dahlia in his life. Four amazing ladies was just boggling, but that wouldn’t stop him from accepting it.
“I’ve been wanting that for a while now Mike,” she said softly.
He couldn’t help but grin back. He wanted to give her a much deeper kiss of exploration, and was really turned on by what just happened, but it also had the effect of calming the tension a little bit. It was still there, but it felt more comfortable for some reason as he released her hip.
“Me too,” he said as he grabbed her hand and led her down to the dance floor.
It was a little awkward at first, but as he’d suspected it didn’t take long for her natural grace, perfect body, and confidence to kick in. Sometimes dancing was just fun, tonight it felt like extended foreplay as they danced with each other, touching and provoking each other with their movements. She could be a little intimidating as the warrior she was, although never in an emasculating way, not for him anyway, but tonight she was soft and yielding in his arms, as he led her around the dance floor effortlessly.
She was putty in his hands, which was a good thing because he felt much the same.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had this much fun, and decided he needed to take all his ladies out on more dates as their first dance ended, and they immediately started again as the live six-piece jazz band started another tune. Something to focus on when they finally got to a honeymoon, and a break. Hopefully that would happen, and Earth wouldn’t go up in flames.
He pushed those thoughts out of his head, and for the next few dances just existed with Dahlia, as they flirted, and their bodies spoke to each other, in dance…
Chapter Twenty-Two
She gasped in delight, and looked around, “Where are we?”
The evening breeze was warm, it was mid-summer and they were surrounded by trees and mountains. The view was awe inspiring, the sky darkening as the sun was just starting to dip beyond the horizon. He’d moved them directly here after dancing around an hour, and there was a natural pool of water steaming nearby.
He replied, “The state of Colorado, in the United States. There are a number of natural hot springs in the mountains, I thought you might enjoy that.”
She looked up at him through her eyelashes as he pulled her closer against him, her body slightly grinded against his obvious bulge and her eyes were twinkling with equal amounts of mischief and desire.
“I don’t have a swim suit,” she said faux innocently.
He reached around her, caressing her sides and back and kissed her. This kiss was much more passionate, as they both released the hold on their desires, and he moaned into her mouth as she melted her body against his. He realized she was still letting him lead, as she didn’t reach for the buttons on his shirt, until after he’d found and pulled down the zipper on her dress.
Her hands were warm, and felt so good on him as she slid her hands under his shirt, and explored his chest and abs, before she ran her hands up and pushed the opened shirt off his shoulders. He released her long enough for it to slide off him and fall on the ground, and then pealed her dress off, his eyes following the fabric, as each inch of her delectable body was revealed, until the material slid down her body on its own, and pooled around her feet.
She was magnificent, more so than his imagination had filled in. Her breasts were firm and stood up at attention, despite being a c-cup, and her true age, they were perky and without any sag. Her porcelain white skin was fair, and her perfect and large light pink nipples tightened in the light breeze, and under his gaze.
He’d seen her flat stomach before, but his gaze still drank in her flat stomach, and the mouthwatering valley of her waist. Even lower his eyes roved, taking in the beauty of her perfect form. Her mound made his mouth water, and there was a small strip of golden blonde hair directly above it. She moved forward breaking his trance, as she unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down.
If the twinkle in her eyes was any indication she was very much enjoying the affect her naked form was having on him. She reached out, and stroked him once, teasingly.
“I guess I’ll have to go in naked then,” she said a little sultrily, and then teasingly turned and shook her lusciously shaped ass at him as she moved toward the hot spring.”
She said over her shoulder teasingly, “Aren’t you coming?”
He snapped out of it, and followed her into the pool. She’d already sat down, but he pulled her onto his lap as soon as he sat, and claimed a kiss as his hands eagerly explored her firm supple body, which was soft in all the right places. He ignored her breasts and pussy at first, as she moaned into his mouth and wiggled on his lap as they kissed hungrily.
He teasingly nipped her bottom lip, and then ran his tongue along it, which prompted her to open up, and their tongues explored and played together. He moaned right back as she freely explored and played with his body, like him, avoiding the one place he really wanted to feel her touch. It was deliciously torturous as they teased each other to a fever pitch, necking and petting like teenagers.
She kissed his neck up to his ear, and whispered sultrily, “Please, I need you Mike.”
He’d wanted and had planned to do many things, to lavish her breasts and pussy with attention from his lips, tongue, and fingertips. He’d planned to explore her body before they joined, and drag out the pleasure. But practically the entire night had been foreplay, and her whispered plea was just too much. He’d already been fighting it, the desperate need to claim her and fill her, to pleasure her with his length.
He decided the exploration and tasting her could wait, as he grabbed her waist and turned her so she straddled him. To be honest, to a certain extent, the last few days had felt like foreplay, even if they’d never actually touched until tonight.
She gasped, and echoed his own moan of pleasure, as the head of his cock touched her wet silken heated sex.
He held her up effortlessly by her waist, his cock teasingly and slightly parting her velvety wet labia as he leaned his head forward and licked around, and then over her right nipple, before he gently kissed it.
She gasped in pleasure, and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and pulled him forward as she pushed her breast against his face. She also wiggled, and swiveled her hips trying to get him in deeper.
He might have been teasing her, but he was also teasing himself so he wasn’t sure how long he could last, he wanted to be in her so badly. He circled her nipple once more, and then engulfed it between his lips, and sucked lightly as he gently bit down.
She gasped, “Fuck!” and he felt her get even wetter down there, her juice dripping on his bulbous head, mixing with his own pre-cum.
His golden-haired warrior may have been a bad ass, but it was apparent her breasts were extremely sensitive, and she was so responsive and eagerly submitted to his touch, so he stuck with lightly teasing her nipple and areola for a few more minutes, and then switched to the other breast to repeat what he’d done as he slowly lowered her down.
He moaned in pleasure, as her tight soft satiny sex slowly surrounded his pleasure with a snug moist heat that made his cock twitch and surge as he sucked on her breast.
She bowed her head, and whispered in his ear, “Finally, fill me.”
Then she shocked him with her next words, “I love you Mike, my body is yours.”
It had been breathlessly said in passion, but it also sounded like an oath made with conviction. He was overwhelmed by his own rising feelings in his heart for Dahlia, as the snug pleasure of her sex took in and completely engulfed his hardened sex. Feelings that overwhelmed him with their strength, had he already loved this woman in his arms, had he been fooling himself about them just being friends the whole time?
He was familiar with at least the theories of the artificial feelings of closeness and affection during sex, whatever he was feeling, wasn’t that.
He ground up into her, as her hip
s ground down into him while his mouth came off her luscious breast with a pop. He looked deeply into her eyes for a moment, their bodies acting almost independently through instinct as they gazed into each other’s eyes.
“I love you too Dahlia, with all that I am.”
He wanted to ask what her words meant in her culture, if anything other than the words definition and significance, but the pleasure of her soft, supple, yet firm body, and the pleasure she was having on him as she moved in little circles above him, and as she ground against him was far too intense to hold a conversation. It wasn’t just her movements, she was also manipulating her muscles, gripping him, milking him with a hard grip one moment, and then still snug but looser as the delicious friction of her sex was heaven as she reclaimed him into her body.
He just lost himself in the pleasure they shared, and supported her by her waist as she slowly rose and lowered her body in the hot water. He kissed her passionately, and felt her tremble as her sex locked around him like a vice, and convulsed and milked his cock for its seed.
Her gasps and moans of pleasure as she was overcome was too much for him. He’d wanted their first coupling to be longer, but he just couldn’t hold it anymore. Physically, emotionally, it was all just too much and his balls started to boil, and his legs grew week as the ecstasy of their joining overcame his mind and washed through his body. His cock thickened further, and released his essence into her womb.
She smiled softly as they came down, their bodies still joined, with her arms around his neck but no longer in a grip of passion. She kissed him softly, languorously, as the tension and heat were left behind, leaving only the soft feelings and a deeply intimate intense connection between them.
He drowned in his feelings of love for her, admitting to himself he was lost long before they’d finally touched, he’d just avoiding the pain of it in his mind, since they weren’t able to be together back then when his feelings had started to truly grow.
