She pulls the shift down over her body, hiding herself from view, and then turns the light off.
It’s dark for a brief moment, but my eyes adjust quickly to the light, and I watch as her slim form gets into bed. Her limbs brush against mine as she pulls the blankets over her.
“Goodnight,” Piper says, and then her back is to me.
I should go to sleep, just like she is. Act as if it’s nothing that she’s in bed with me a breath away. Instead, I keep thinking about the hard ache of my cock and how good she smells. Her damp hair spills over her pillow, practically touching my face, and it’s so keffing arousing that I’m in danger of losing control of myself. I think about getting out of bed and going to her small wash room so I can jerk my cock and get rid of this ache. Lying here next to her isn’t relaxing me at all.
When I first met Piper, I was convinced that she was offering me a terrible deal. Farming and a baby in exchange for freedom and money? No thanks. But the longer I spend in her presence, the more drawn to her I am. I breathe in her scent and think about the flare of her hips, and wonder if this “marriage” idea doesn’t have more benefits to it than I thought.
But no. The job with the va Sithai brothers will be big money, more than a soldier and ex-con like me will ever have the opportunity to see. I’d be a fool to walk away from it.
As if she can sense my troubled thoughts, Piper rolls onto her back and looks over at me in the darkness. “You’re awake?”
“Yes.”
“Want to have sex?”
I’m a little startled at the bold suggestion. “You’re offering?”
“If it’ll entice you into staying? Yes,” she says bluntly. “I can’t ask you to marry me without showing you what I can offer, right? And all I’ve got are this farm and my body.”
My suspicious mind wonders if this is a trap. If she’s trying to get me to make her pregnant and force me to stay. “I haven’t made up my mind.”
“I know. I assume you want to use plas-film, then?” Her tone is so casual, as if she’s talking about getting a glass of water instead of having sex.
“Plas-film, yes.”
I expect her to protest at my insistence on birth control, but she just pulls the covers back and hops out of bed. A moment later, she flicks the lights on and rummages in the wash room, then returns with a small plas-film container.
I watch, propped up on one elbow, as she moves around. Her shift is thin and through it I can see the outline of her bobbing, dark-tipped tits under the clothing. There’s a dark patch between her thighs, too, and I’m curious about that. I’m curious about all of her, and I’m so keffing hard that my cock’s leaking all over the front of my trou.
She climbs back into bed, sitting on her knees, and tugs the blankets all the way down to the foot of the bed. My cock strains against my clothing, and I know my length is impressive. I watch her face, but Piper is utterly impassive, her head tilted so her dark hair hangs in front of her face, that thick fringe covering her brow. With steady hands, she unties the waist of my trou and eases them down my hips. There’s no auto-fasten on these clothes, so she has to manually guide them down my legs and onto the floor, but she does, as if it’s something she always handles. After a moment, she looks over my body and hesitates when she sees my cock and the metal piercing studding the end of it.
I have to look enormous to her. She’s so delicate that my cock’s probably twice as big as any she’s encountered before, or maybe that’s just my imagination. But she only licks her pink lips with an equally pink tongue and meets my gaze. “Shall I put it on for you?”
I groan, because the thought of her small hands on my shaft is enough to make me crazy. “Do it.”
She nods, pulling a sheet of plas-film free with expert fingers. Then, she leans forward and glides the thin material over my shaft, caressing the ridges and molding the film to my length. It’s clear she’s done this before.
“Do you want me on my back or on my knees?” Piper asks as she sets her hands in her lap once more.
There’s a strange, matter-of-fact-ness to this, but I’m too aching with need to question things. “Back,” I rasp. I want to see her expression when I kef her so hard that the bed shakes. I want to watch that rapture spread over those strange, small human features.