by Frankie Love
He’s not the only one who’s lonely.
He grabs my ass, my ass that has been commented on so many times before. An ass that may have been the center of bloggers’ gossip, but has never been held by a man.
And Nick is all man. His forearms are strong, his hands are large and his movements are sure.
He knows what he wants.
And what he wants is me.
He lifts me off the ground, my arms wrap around his neck, the way I’ve seen in movies and read about in novels. But this isn’t scripted, not like the romances I watched my sisters find—televised ceremonies, followed by the auction of their wedding photographs to the highest bidder.
No. My wedding night is different.
It’s ours alone.
6
Even though Nova represents all the things that went wrong for my family, it’s impossible to deny the way my body feels when I look into her eyes.
So, when she tells me that she wants me, that she wants me to take her, there’s no way in hell I’d ever say no.
Five years alone has been tough, and I worried that my heart would have become callous and cold. But when I saw Nova crying, standing in my shitty house, the tears falling down her porcelain cheeks, all I wanted was to take her pain away for just that moment.
There would be time later to deal with the shit she doesn’t even know yet, and I know it’s not gonna be easy for her living on Vitaie. But one thing I know will get us both through this night of uncertainty, is stripping down to nothing, and offering one another the one thing we both so desperately want.
To be touched. Held. Filled.
Five years is a long time, but so is six months.
In my arms, Nova is light as a feather, and with her ass in my hands, I squeeze her round flesh. I carry her into the bedroom, grabbing the flashlight as I move and setting it down on the floor after I lay her down on the pallet. I should have cranked up the generator when we got here, but I’ll do that later.
Right now, I’m not leaving my wife’s side.
“You're gonna need to get out of those clothes, Starlight,” I tell her, using a name that fits her to a T.
She’s in a parka, boots, and skinny jeans. I need her in nothing. I want to see her skin, I want to lick her flesh. I want to press my lips to her pussy and fill my hands with her tits.
“Okay,” she says breathlessly, nodding as if she would do anything I tell her to right now. But I’m not gonna lord this power over her. I’m not that kind of man. I’m a real man, and I know what a woman wants.
This woman wants to be told what to do and I can do that—I will do that.
“I’ll play fair, one piece at a time, both of us. Together,” I tell her.
I toss my coat to the floor and watch as she scrambles up on her knees on the pallet. She unzips her jacket, her eyes on me.
She sets it on the wood floor, licks her lips, then asks, “What’s next?”
I raise an eyebrow and unbutton my flannel, watching her eyes on my fingers, taking in my body as I toss the shirt aside.
I swear she’s drooling.
“What? You never saw a man without a shirt on before?” I tease.
Nova shakes her head, which isn't what I expected. This girl grew up with celebrities—no doubt she is experienced. Maybe more experienced than me.
“Not like this,” she sighs. “Nick, you look photoshopped.”
I snort at this, finding it funny, even though I don’t believe her flattery. But for now, I just laugh and watch as she fingers the hem of her sweater, pulling it over her head.
Sitting on her knees before me, I see this angel of a woman. Her long braid sweeps over her shoulder, past her tits. And those perfect breasts are cupped in lacy white. Much too sweet and innocent for a cold and harsh place like Vitaie, but maybe that’s why Farrow brought these women here, to soften me and the other men up.
To remind us that we are human.
“You’re gonna need to get on your back, wife,” I tell her. “Because I’m gonna be tearing those pants off you.”
I step out of my boots, unzip my fly, pull down my jeans. She watches me closely, and when I’m only in boxers, I lean her back on the mattress, needing this heavenly creature to relax.
With her on her back, I lower myself to the floor, brace myself right above her and put my hands on her bare belly, undoing the zipper on her pants and pulling them down over her nice wide hips. Hips made for birthing babies.
I’ll put a baby in her all right. Starting right now. Starting with tonight. That’s why she’s here, isn’t it? To be filled with my seed and to take care of me and our children.
“Your hands are cold,” she tells me.
“It’s only gonna get colder tonight. But winter’s almost over, spring will come soon enough.”
“You’ll keep me warm tonight?” she asks. The innocence dripping from her lips gets me so fucking hard. I like a woman who wants to be told what to do.
“Hell yeah, I’ll keep you warm, Nova. I’ll keep you fucking hot and bothered.”
Her hand trailing over her skin between the hills of her breasts, moving lower toward her panties. Panties I just barely see as I pull down her pants. She touches her covered pussy, resting her hand on the place I can’t wait to taste and see and smell.
“Good,” she whispers. “I want you to keep me nice and hot. Nice and bothered.”
I shake my head. “There’s not gonna be much nice about this. Five years is a long time to wait for you. And I’m ready for things to get dirty,” I tell her.
She bites her bottom lip, arching her back ever so slightly, inviting me to come closer. I take off her pants and slap my hands against her milky thighs, spreading her knees so I can see her in all of her glory. Laid out on my bed like a fucking prize. But I know she’s more than a trophy, this woman is my wife.
Differences aside, and believe me, there are a million fucking differences between the Hughs and the Maradays—but there is one thing that I vowed the moment I put my name on the marriage contract: I promised to do my duty, to consummate this marriage and do my best to fill this woman’s womb.
“You like what you see?” Nova asks.
“Now it’s you who’s asking the questions?” I tease.
“I won’t ask any more questions. Just tell me what to do. Tell me what you want from me.” She looks up at me, her head resting on the sham of a pillow, her eyes full of sincerity—eyes I wasn’t expecting the moment I saw her come off that spaceship walking right for me. “I want to make you happy.”
For a moment, I think there’s a hint of sadness behind her eyes, and I remember how cruel and harsh I was to her when I picked her up. I can’t pretend that those feelings weren’t real. The shock couldn’t be feigned.
But I don’t want to bring those judgments into the bedroom. Right now, I just want her.
“You want to make me happy?” I ask, surprised by her willingness to come toward me after I’ve been such a bastard.
“More than anything. I want a husband, I want a family. That’s why I want you right here.”
A surge of pleasure washes over me as I hear her words. Maybe Farrow’s algorithm is bullshit—but maybe it isn’t. Maybe this girl is a fucking treat; delivered across galaxies and straight to my lap.
“You lying here makes me pretty fucking happy, splayed out, like a trophy,” I tell her. “But I know you’re more than that. You can feel and see. I saw your tears already, Nova, now let me see your pussy.”
I can tell her pussy is soaked, her panties ruined, because she was stroking herself the whole time I was talking, and this baby is ready.
“I need to see your pretty little pussy, Nova,” I tell her, pulling off the lacy fabric. With them off, I get a full view of her perfect pink cunt. It’s shaven almost bare, and as I hold down her knees I feel her inhale, the vulnerability of the pose not lost on either of us.
“Now tell me,” I growl in her ear. “How do you like your pussy licked?”
She’s wetter.
“I’ve never had my pussy licked,” she tells me, licking her lips.
I run my hand over my beard, trying to understand her words. Nova is one of the most desired women in the world. What does it mean when she tells me she’s never had her pussy licked?
“Let me get this straight,” I say, leaning over her. “You have a body like an hourglass, a tiny waist, nice round hips, tits bigger than softballs. My hands are big and I can hardly palm them.” I run my hands over her bare breasts, plucking her hard nipples like they are pieces of candy just for me. In the glow of the flashlight, I see her shake her head, blushing as if she doesn’t believe my words to be true.
“Your skin is smooth,” I continue. “Your hair long and golden like a goddess, everything about you screams sex symbol. And you're gonna lie here and tell me you’ve never had a tongue lick your perfect cunt, eat you like the cream-filled donut you are?”
Her eyes close, and I know towering over her puts me in a dominant position—but I want to get a nice good look at her eyes when she tells me the truth.
“I mean it, Nick, I’ve never... Well, the thing is,” she starts, swallowing. “I’m a virgin.”
I pull back, sitting up on my heels, my fucking cock solid as steel. I’m so hard and so ready, right now I swear I could get her pregnant just by looking at her. I want this woman and I want her now. “You’re a virgin?”
“What? Are you gonna judge that too?”
She shakes her head, pulling her hands to her face. “I know, what does that say about me? You probably think I’m a freak. I’ve been saving myself for my husband. I hoped he would be pleased.”
I pull down her hands, leaning closer to her, not wanting her to miss a single word. My body is full of desire for this beauty in my bed.
“What does it say about you? It says you have a lot to learn.” I smile down at her. “And I want to be the man who teaches you.”
Her eyes flutter open, she licks her lips, they’re soft and moist. Luscious.
“Really? Don't you think I’m a weirdo because I never had a lover? Never had anyone?”
My brows creased, and I realize there is a hell of a lot I don’t know about my wife.
“You have someone now,” I tell her. And I mean it. Somehow we’ll get through all this. We have to. I don’t know how, but I see how vulnerable she is right now, how open she is to me. I’m not taking that lightly.
“So what do you want first?” I ask. “Your pussy licked or your cunt fucked?”
She shakes her head. “You know you’ve been alone too long when you ask a woman if she wants her cunt fucked.” Nova laughs, pulling herself up on her elbows. “I can’t believe you just said that to me. That or the donut thing. Really? I’m a cream-filled donut?”
I grin. “What? I’m a man,” I pound my chest with my fists. “I’m a man, hear me roar.”
At that, Nova starts cracking up, rolling over on the mattress in a fit of giggles. “You are not Tarzan and we’re not in a jungle, this is like a freaking post-apocalyptic survival show.”
“It is kind of like that, isn’t it?” I roll beside her on the bed. “All the reds and oranges everywhere, the dark skies and the desolate earth.”
“Earth? She asks. “It’s not the earth, Nick, it’s ground.” She looks over at me. I take her hands and lace my fingers through them.
“This isn’t a survival show, Nova. There are no cameras here. This is real life.”
“Yeah,” she says, still smiling. “Well, in real life men don’t pretend they are Tarzan.”
“You don’t want to be my Jane?” I ask her, pulling her closer to me. Cupping her cheek with my hand, my thumb runs over her lips, over her chin, and then presses against her heart.
“I don’t know if I know how to be a Jane.”
“If I remember correctly, Jane needed someone to look after her. She was from a different place and needed help finding her way.”
“And you’re going to help me, Nick?” she asks.
“Yes,” I tell her. I move over her, running my hands over her bare body, touching her sweet pussy and I press a finger to it. Touching her soft folds and watching the rise and fall of her tits as I caress her skin.
Her pussy is warm and tight, wanting to be filled with something it doesn’t even understand yet. I take my boxers off and stroke my cock, so needy for her untainted body.
“That feels so good, Nick.” Nova’s words fill the room and all I want to do is make her feel good for the rest of the night. I lean my mouth to her entrance, needing to taste her before I fill her.
I lick her slick pussy, feeling her knees buckle as I do, as my tongue flicks over her tender spots. Her creamy pussy drips for me, telling me she loves this as much as I do.
She tastes so fucking sweet—better than a damn donut, that’s for sure—and I suck her clit like it was made for. She’s moaning beneath me, her body writhing on the pallet, and I hold her hips steady as my tongue devours her. I could eat her forever, could never get enough of this perfect goddess.
She is an altar and I will worship her, I will offer her all that I have to give.
She comes against my mouth, her warm release seeping out of her, and I know her tight pussy is ready for me.
“I’m wanna be in you now, and it’s gonna hurt, it might burn,” I tell her, my hand under her, holding the small of her back, not wanting to let go. “My cock is hard and your pussy is so tight. But it’s gonna feel so fucking good when you’re full of me.”
“Don’t make me wait, Nick.”
I don’t, I press my cock inside of her, going nice and slow, hearing her whimper above me as I fill her wet cunt.
“You okay, baby?” I ask, reaching for her hand and holding it.
“Yes, it burns, but... it’s so good.”
My cock fills her and I rock slowly into her perfection. Five years is a long time and my cock is already begging to explode.
Not yet, I tell myself, wanting so badly to enjoy this for as long as it might last.
Knowing that tomorrow, when we wake up in the light of the day on Vitaie, Nova and I may no longer see eye to eye.
7
Nick moves inside me, and as he does I feel my body unfold. It’s as if I’m a rose, opening up to fully bloom for the first time in my life.
“Nick,” I moan, my body shaking in pleasure as an orgasm washes over me. It’s not like any orgasm I’ve ever given myself. No. This is more, bigger, and stronger. This is everything.
“Baby, I’m gonna come in you,” he tells me. His hands are in my hair, brushing back the strands falling across my forehead, then wrapping his arms around me, as if he wants to cradle me in his arms and look into my eyes.
I can’t understand how this is the same man who was so cold and detached when I got off the space shuttle today. How is the man who looks at me as if I’m something to treasure, the same one who looked at me with that much disgust?
I close my eyes, unable to think it through anymore because right now I can’t think at all. Nick thrusts deeper, warmth spreading to my core, and I know he’s released himself inside me.
He rocks against me as he finishes, and then he rolls to the side, pulling me into his arms. Lying on his chest, my hands run over the hard ridges of his body. So much of him is so hard, but when we gave our bodies to one another, he seemed so soft.
“Was that what you expected?” he asks.
Always with the questions.
I don’t know if I have all the answers. But to this one, I do.
“It was more than I expected.” My sisters always laughed at me for choosing to save myself for my husband. But I had made that choice a long time ago.
For my entire life, my body has been scrutinized by the media. My sisters seemed to relish in the attention, Christina, my oldest sister, even starred in some adult films. Tw
o of my other sisters, Kami and Cristal—twins—shared a centerfold in Playboy.
My parents were actually proud of them. Every time they propelled themselves into the spotlight it gave our family a bigger name, afforded our “brand” more attention. And that’s all my family was after.
I’m not judging them for what they did... we’ve all gotta survive... but it came at a cost. My sisters and I would spend hours getting ready to go out, and we’d look gorgeous; flawless. The last thing any of us wanted was to be caught in US Weekly with circles under our eyes.
And it was exhausting to always be camera ready.
But that isn’t the cost I'm talking about.
My sisters didn’t stop at looking the part. They took everything to the nth degree—and the real cost came when my sisters cried over broken hearts, over men who used them—even though they were asking to be used. Cristal would flash her breasts for some sensational story. Kami would go to beaches, where she knew the paparazzi were planted, in a barely-there string bikini, and have her nipples accidentally-on-purpose photographed.
Later, I’d hear them crying in their beds, regret hanging in the air all over our family mansion.
I made the decision that I wasn’t going to be like them. I wasn’t going to lose my self-respect over a magazine spread. I wasn’t going to forfeit my dignity for people who didn’t know how valuable it was.
So, I held onto my virginity, willing to give it to the person who promised to be in it with me to the end.
That’s why when I came here, I knew I would offer my husband the most precious things I had to give.
It was worth the wait.
My eyes close and my cheek rests against Nick’s chest.
Today has been so long, so much anticipation building up to this moment.
I’m a married woman. No longer a virgin. On another planet.
I want to hold onto this feeling; maybe I didn’t make a mistake by running away.
I want to hold onto this feeling. The feeling that I am exactly where I’m supposed to be.
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In the morning, I wake with a start. Bolting upright in bed I try to get my bearings.
