Hinekiri by Shelley Munro

dug her fingernails into Richard’s back.
    She was so close.
    Richard kissed her, the unhurried slide of his tongue coinciding with an equally slow thrust that hit her clit and massaged the lower wall of her pussy. Hinekiri shuddered, dragging in a large breath. She smelled the scent of their arousal and the lingering herbal tang of the Dalconian healing liquid. A whimper burst from her throat and she clutched his muscular shoulders. Every muscle in her body clenched and a repeat thrust pushed her over the edge. A full-blooded scream sprang from her throat as she shattered, her pussy pulsing again and again in what resembled a series of never-ending waves. Her cry was still echoing when Richard’s thrusts became super-speeded. His guttural cry joined the remnants of hers as his semen jetted from his cock in explosive contractions.
    For a long time, Richard held her tight, their skin sticking together then he started to fidget.
    “What’s wrong?” Hinekiri stretched against his muscular body, enjoying the flex of her body against his. She nuzzled at his shoulder and licked his damp skin. A hint of salt combined with the taste of Dalconian herbs and masculine musk. “Richard?”
    “What is the ceiling made from? My butt is rubbed raw.”
    Hinekiri chortled. “It’s a special surface to stop the penetration of the high temperatures encountered in space travel. Better a sore ass than frying my woman parts each time I take a hyper jump through space.”
    “Huh.” Richard scowled. “It’s obvious it’s not your butt that’s smarting, otherwise you wouldn’t be so blasé.”
    Hinekiri’s lips twitched. By the goddess, she hadn’t had so much fun with a male for cycles. The back and forth banter, sometimes with sexual connotations and sometimes not, was plain fun. “Aw, sailor, let me kiss it better.”
    “Ah-ah.” Richard gripped her forearms, preventing her from moving. “I can take care of my own butt, woman.”
    “But I can make you feel better.” Hinekiri pushed away so their bodies separated. Their skin stuck together and parted with a squelch. Hinekiri laughed aloud. Then with a fast move that would have made Janaya proud, Hinekiri shot over to the nearest silver wall, bounded off using her feet and flew back at Richard. The momentum pried him loose from the ceiling and a twisting motion of her hips flipped him. She sat astride his back, facing his ass and feet.
    “Aw, sailor. That does look sore.” Her gentle fingers traced across raw flesh.
    “Told you it hurt, but nothing ached while we were…busy.”
    Hinekiri grinned. Despite being big and muscular and towering over her when they were standing on firm ground, at times he reminded her of an undergrown. It was so cute the way the tips of his ears turned red when he was embarrassed.
    “Now you’ve had a good look at my butt, can we go back to standing on our own two feet instead of bobbing around like corks?”
    Hinekiri leaned down so she could reach below and grasp his penis with her hands. “The Dalconian healing balm is still in your system.”
    “Yeah.” His grunt sounded choked, almost breathless.
    His cock lengthened with each pump of her hand. Richard shuddered, his muscles tightening between her thighs.
    “How about if I secure you again?” It seemed the obvious solution. She could treat his tender butt cheeks with more healing fluid and perhaps they might have more wild sex before heading for Africa.
    “Stop that.” Richard pried her hands from his cock and drew away. He turned, a stern and serious frown marring his features.
    Hinekiri’s stomach turned with sudden nerves. Unusual for her but she wanted him again with an intensity that ate at her self-confidence. The loneliness had finally kicked in, sending her a little loco, making her risk her heart instead of relying on the sex simulation machine. She hated the needy feeling gnawing at her insides, the loss of control. It was so unlike her normal independence. Huh, plain