by Frankie Love
“Take me to bed,” I whisper.
And he does, he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist, my fingers unbuttoning his shirt as he carries me to our mattress on the floor.
He pulls off his shirt, rips off his pants, and a moment later he lowers his boxers, stepping from them.
I kneel on the mattress before him, looking up into his eyes, but not for long. My eyes are drawn down. With his boxers off, his cock is right in front of me.
When he took me the first time, it was dark and he was focused on giving me what I was asking for. This time, though, I’m getting a good look at what he has to offer.
His cock is so big and I don’t think I can wrap my mouth around it. But I want to. There is some animalistic instinct deep inside me that forces my mouth closer to his groin. It’s like I was made to be near this powerful man. His powerful cock.
“You like what you see?”
I bite my bottom lip, nodding, looking up at him, mesmerized by the ladder of muscles crossing his abs. He looks like he was carved from the mountain itself: hard lines and rough ridges. But now I see something more. He looks down at me, cupping my chin in his hand, and whispers, “I’m sorry, baby.”
That’s when I know he isn’t just carved from the rocky mountains of Vitaie. Because he’s not just hard.
There are parts of him, parts I see that are soft. In his eyes, walls crumble, just like the clay crumbled beneath my feet.
When I fell in the mountain I didn’t get hurt, instead, I landed in an inviting pool of water that quenched my parched soul.
That’s how it feels now, as I’m falling for him. Maybe he just needed to soften a bit more before he could catch me.
“I want to taste you,” I tell him in a whisper.
He grunts, shaking his head. “No, I should be taking care of you tonight.”
I shake my head again, I can’t deny what I want. I want to have him in my mouth. While I became an expert on touching myself after watching all the videos on OMGyes.com, I made sure I knew the mechanics of getting a man off too.
I may have been a virgin, but I intended to perform my wifely duties well.
I wrap my hand around his cock, my other hand cradling his tight balls. I feel all of the muscles in his body flex as I do, and he exhales. Even if he won’t tell me he likes this, his body is saying everything.
He likes this very much.
I stroke him slowly at first, then I move my hand between my legs, to my nice and wet pussy, to where my body is telling me how badly it wants to be filled by Nick tonight.
My hand is slick now, and I’m able to stroke Nick more easily with it. He’s running his hands through my hair, and I love kneeling before him like this as if I am worshiping him like he is the altar and I am merely a vessel here to please him.
It fills me with pleasure to think of myself this way. As his alone, as the one and only thing that can soften this hardened man. He makes me feel powerful and beautiful, desired, and with those thoughts beating in my heart, I widen my mouth and take him deeper into me.
You may think giving a man a blowjob is an undignified act, but maybe you’ve just never given one to the right man. Because with Nick’s cock in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down, nice and slow, running my hand over his smooth, hard, ass, my mouth full of his hardness, I don’t feel undignified in the slightest.
I feel like a queen. Knowing he likes it--the pulsing velvety skin in my mouth, surging--I know I am giving him something that is a gift. Something he hasn’t had a very long time.
That makes me feel like no matter how hard life is up here on Vitaie, I have a deep strength within me I’ve never even tapped into until now.
I smile deep in my belly, because taking his cock to the back of my throat, until I am gagging, makes me all the more excited.
I smile because I know I’m lucky to feel stronger and more powerful when I’m on my knees in this vulnerable position. I know I’m lucky because this is a sensation I know my sisters never had. This opening up and being left feeling more whole.
I’m not gonna squander this moment.
When Nick comes in my mouth, he thrusts his cock in my mouth harder, his come shooting out and sliding down my throat.
I taste it, it’s warm and creamy and salty. It’s the seed of my husband, the man I was sent here to marry. And as I drink him down, I feel a fullness in me I’ve never experienced before.
It’s crazy how going down on him causes me to lift my head up high, but it does. He finishes coming in my mouth, and I pull his length from me, my tongue swirling around his soft tip. He takes my hands and lifts me from the bed, wrapping me in his strong arms, and on tiptoes, I stand before him as he kisses me.
Softly. Tenderly. Pulling me to him until there is no space between us.
Our mouths open, our hearts whole.
Our first night together was born from desperation, from pent-up desire. This kiss, though, was born from something else entirely.
I don’t know if it’s true, but it feels like everything has shifted.
Like, maybe Nick and I can be equals.
He kisses me, our tongues entwine, and I feel tears in my eyes.
Today we are figuring out how to be equals. Which gives me hope. Maybe, later, we can be partners.
And that’s all I’ve ever wanted.
It’s the reason I came here after all.
15
I wake, but this morning, unlike all the mornings before, when I look over and see Nova, I don’t pull away, jump out of bed. Instead, I run my hand over her back, cupping her tight round ass and pulling her closer to me.
She murmurs in her sleep, words I can’t make out, but then she licks her lips and a smile appears. I know she’s happy.
Drawing her closer to me, she opens her eyes, fully embracing this moment in bed together.
The guys at the mine are gonna show up and wonder where I am, but I’m not going to work today. Fuck no, I should’ve done what they did; stay home with my woman for a few days while getting to know each other. Instead, I insisted on fucking everything up.
Nova’s awake now and my cock is so fucking hard. As if on cue, Nova’s hands wrap around it. She smiles wider.
“Is this what you been denying me the last few weeks?” she asks coyly.
Feeling like a fool, I hold her closer. But she has other ideas in mind.
She rolls on top of me, straddling me, giving me the most perfect gift a man could ever ask for. And honestly, that’s saying quite a lot after that blow job she gave me last night.
Now, with her knees on either side of me, her hips wide, my hands grab them quickly. Her waist is narrow, her tits are so big they’re like milk jugs. Her shoulders are slender and her neck is long. Long hair falls down her back, with her full lips, her upturned nose, and her wide doe-like eyes—this woman is everything a man could ask for.
This woman is more.
This woman is mine.
“Does it feel good when a woman rides you?” she asks innocently.
“I know it’s gonna feel pretty fucking good when you ride me,” I tell her.
She smiles, her shoulder shaking and I love seeing her in a good mood. I’m in a good fucking mood too.
Which is good, because later I have a lot of explaining to do. She lifts her ass in the air, and then sits down on me, nice and slowly, as she eases herself onto me. She closes her eyes as I fill her pussy.
She’s so fucking tight; she whimpers as she slides down my cock.
“You feel so good in me,” she murmurs. My hands hold her tits, plucking at her perfect, hard nipples, watching her hips swivel on top of my cock.
“I want you so badly,” she purrs.
“I want you too, baby,” I tell her. She starts riding me faster now, her pussy loving it. I know, because her sweet juice pours from her cunt, pooling below my navel and down her thighs.
“I want you to fill me with your baby,” Nova begs. “I want to be filled with all of you. I want t
o carry your child.”
She rocks on me faster, and then seconds later she stops speaking. It’s as if she stops thinking, even.
Her hands cover her face and she says she can’t believe what’s happening to her body. I grin, thrusting my cock deeper into her perfect cunt. Realizing that this girl loves to orgasm while on top.
God, I’m lucky fucking bastard.
She’s coming fast now, and in her attempt to catch her breath, she drops her hands against my chest, holding on tight as she shakes her ass faster, faster, faster still. She’s moaning now, completely undone and I grind myself deeper into her.
When she comes, I come too; my cock exploding in her like it was made to do.
We finish and she falls beside me in the bed. She rolls away from me and snuggles into a spooning position. Her hand reaches back, and she takes hold of my still hard cock. It feels so good to have her close like this. I feel like I can explore her body for the rest of my life and still be happy.
I’m just glad I’m getting the chance to explore now.
I cup her breasts from behind, my cock against her ass.
“We need to talk today,” I tell her.
“I know...” She lifts her head, and I smooth out her long blonde hair. “Why...” she asks. “Why did you hate me?”
“When you got out of the shuttle, I knew exactly who you were.”
“Can you judge me for that...”
“No, but... I don’t want you to think I slept with you because I want you to be someone other than who you are.”
“What do you mean?” she asks. Her hand takes mine, threading my fingers through hers, pressing her hands against her belly.
“My family, the Hughs, we’ve owned land outside of Phoenix for the past hundred years. My family grew up on the ranch. The generations before me have too.”
“Sounds like you have a close family.”
“Yeah, I do have a good family. The best people on the fucking planet.”
“Then why did you leave?” At this, she’s turned her body to face me, and I admit—it was easier to talk to her when we weren’t seeing eye to eye.
Still, I know I can’t avoid the things I need to say.
“I left because my family lost the ranch. Everything....”
“And you thought that if you came here and found the Candeo you might save them?”
“Exactly.” I swallow hard, unable to look at her. “But I’ve been here five years, with not a trace of it found—and now I have a wife to take care of.”
“I understand your feelings of responsibility,” Nova says. “But how did they lose the property?”
I take a big breath. “It was crooked, wasn’t right, but we didn’t have the money or lawyers to fight it.”
“What happened?”
“The property got taken from us. Developers claiming they had the rights to it, that our deed wasn’t legitimate. They wanted to put in a bunch of new hotels, a whole fucking resort.”
“And what happened to it?”
“With hundreds of acres out there, they didn’t even build on top of the ranch, thank God. But it just about killed my father to watch his whole property be taken from us. We were forced off the land, it was taken with a warrant and their bullshit agenda.”
“Did they develop the rest of it?”
“Yeah. A massive resort was put out there, so fuckers can come to an infinity pool, a luxury vacation in the desert. At my family’s ranch. It’s fucking disgusting.”
“I’m really sorry that happened, it’s so terrible.” Nova shakes her head, empathetically. “But I don’t understand, why you hate me?”
I pull away from Nova, run my hands through my hair, my back on the bed, my eyes on the ceiling.
“Because the Maradays were the developers. Your family made that happen. The people with the money we couldn’t fight. Your family took everything that meant anything to us.”
Nova pulls in a sharp breath, covering her mouth with a hand. “Oh my God, Nick I’m so sorry.” Her words seem genuine, but I hate knowing that my family lost everything to her family, and she doesn’t even know our names.
“I’m so sorry, Nick,” Nova says again, tears streaming down her face. “Does it make anything better to know they are in prison now?”
“Your family?” I shake my head. “Fuck, Nova.” I wish I could say it makes me happy to know they’re locked up, but seeing the way Nova looks as she tells me, breaks my fucking heart.
She nods, biting her lip, alone and fragile, and mine to take care of. “But I don’t want to talk about me. Is that why you moved here? Because you wanted to fix things for your family?”
“The main reason. Of course, as a geologist, this is fucking incredible work. This job, working in these mountains, is the opportunity of a lifetime. You must know that on some level or you would never have come. We get to be the first people to ever live on a planet other than Earth. That’s incredible.”
“It is incredible,” Nova says.
“I like to think I would’ve come, but the truth is, this job would never have been on my radar if the opportunity for making all that money wasn’t presented to me by an old friend.”
“So you’re here looking for something,” she says, wiping the tears from her face, “that’s virtually impossible to find?”
“Yes, it seems impossible.”
“Do you regret that you came?” she asks in earnest.
I turn to look at her, seeing her fragility. I shake my head, pulling her to my chest again. “I don’t regret coming because, Nova, I think I was supposed to marry you.”
“You think the algorithm was right?”
“I think I don’t want it to be wrong.”
16
I cry even harder when he says that —that he wants to be with me. It’s a relief—the words I’ve been longing to hear.
“I hate that I’m upsetting you,” he tells me. “I hate that I was cruel and rude to you in the first place. I hope you understand now what happened the moment I saw you. It’s no excuse, but all those memories that I tried to bury for five years flooded me the moment you arrived. I see now I was holding onto a fuck ton of bitterness, a lot of resentment and anger. And I put that all on you the moment I saw your flawless face.”
“I’m so sorry, I’m just so ashamed,” I tell him, hating that my family has ruined so much for so many people. And that they only got caught recently. This happened to Nick’s family over five years ago. How many other people were ruined? “I’m so embarrassed by the Maraday name.”
“Well you’re not a Maraday anymore, are you?” Nick pulls me to him, kissing my forehead.
His comfort is such a gift, and it starts me crying all over again.
“Shh, Nova,” he whispers. “Is there anything that would make you feel better?”
My options are pretty limited here. I smile through my tears, grateful that he is comforting me.
I smirk, shaking my head. “I can’t exactly go on a shopping spree to lift my spirits.”
“True,” Nick says. “But we could go find your boots. I think a pair of shoes might cheer you up.”
I smile, amazed that he came up with the one thing that actually might put me in a good mood. I freaking loved those boots.
—
Once we get to the mine, Nick explains how when you pass through the geo-dome, that going right brings him to the area him and his crew has been working.
“We tried to go left, but when we opened up this part of the mountain about nine months ago, we quickly realized it was a dead-end. But turns out, we were wrong. We just weren’t digging the right direction. We were going North when we should have been going South.”
“I see what you’re saying, but how exactly are you planning on getting us to my boots? Because I’m not going back down that death-trap of a tunnel.”
He holds my hand, a flashlight in the other, and he guides me toward the command center.
“We came in through the dome, right? Well
, if you look there,” he says, pointing to another entrance. “You can get in that way too.”
Nick points to a side of the mountain I hadn't previously seen. “That’s where we bring our equipment in and out. See how we’ve dug this entire side out?” he asks.
I see what he means. We are coming in from the south end of the mountain, he’s been bringing equipment in from the west. Through the large entrance, they can drive their equipment straight into the center of the mountain.
“Right now,” Nick continues. “It’s all basically been about blindly digging. But we won’t have a hard time getting your boots because we know exactly where we're going.”
“Is that cost-effective? I mean taking out one of these machines and bringing it to the other side the mountain and digging for my shoes? Is Markus Farrow going to be mad?”
“Honestly? Farrow has no fucking clue what is happening on his planet. If he cared so much, why isn’t he up here? Today, Nova, your boots are what I’m after.”
I shake my head thinking he’s being a little ridiculous. “They're just boots. I have other ones in my cargo.”
“I’m sure you do, and we’ll get that cargo straightaway. But I kinda want to see this place you’re talking about. A pool of water? Is it like the cenotes in Central America?”
I nod. “Yeah, now that you mentioned it, it is like that. I remember going to some cenotes in Mexico. It was like a maze of underground water caves, interconnected. Have you seen something like that?”
“Yeah, in college I went down to the Yucatán, I saw what you’re talking about. It was amazing, the underground rivers. If that is what you found, it’s crazy to think that we’ve been digging for five years and haven’t found one. We might not have been going deep enough.”
A few hours later, we have a digger and are driving around to the side the mountain that the pool must be in. We saw some of Nick’s crew, but I hung back while he explained what we were doing. Right now, the only man I want to talk to is my husband.
“So we entered here,” he says driving the digger, pointing to the geo-dome. “And since you fell to the left, I’m guessing this pool of water you’re referring to has got to be about here?” he says.
