Paola’s Choice

So while watching this video (4 things you can’t do in space), I was immediately amused when the first one was “No sex allowed.” Because right away, I started imagining how it would be like to be in space with Jacob. Being that I’m a huge space and sci-fi nerd I imagined being in a mission where the rest of the crew were on an away mission to some planet, leaving only Jacob and me in the ship. We’re orbiting around the planet, monitoring our crewmates’ activities. It’s a mission that takes several days so eventually we get bored. I’m the more “serious” one between the two of us, so I try not to let it show. Jacob turns to me with that sly smirk on his face, one eyebrow raised.

“You know, there’s one thing we can do to pass the time,” he declares. He unbuckles his harness and floats towards my seat. He hovers over me, both hands on my shoulders, massaging them slowly.

“No sex in space, Jacob,” I automatically reply, even though I’m getting very aroused. It has been a while; since being assigned to this planet we hardly could spend time alone together.

“Tell that to me again later when I’m done with you,” he drawls against my neck.

“E-even if I allow it, it’d be difficult to have sex here, you pervert!” I retort and try to disengage from him, but the breathiness of my voice betrays my desire.

He laughs, low and deep. “Challenge accepted.” He then removes my own harness and lifts me, removing my shorts and underwear in one pull.

“Jacob!” I protest as I watch my clothes float away. I reach out towards the nearest wall I could touch, trying to re-orient myself. “I think you need gravity to fuck me.”

“Oh ye of little faith,” he purrs before yanking me towards him, resting my thighs on his shoulders and burying his face in my pussy. I clutch on the handle bars tightly behind me as he devours me like a man who hasn’t eaten in days. It takes a lot of my concentration to keep holding on when all I want to do is seize and pull his thick brown hair, to push that handsome face tighter against my groin, to have his wicked tongue prodding deeper inside me. Before I come, he withdraws and quickly removes his own clothing. He pushes me further against the wall and wraps my legs around his waist. “I can’t fuck you without gravity, hmm?” With that, he enters me in one smooth thrust. “Hold tight,” he growls as he plants his feet on the wall for leverage.

He can’t fuck me that hard and fast like we usually do when we’re back on Earth, but the slow tempo is a very nice change of pace. We both come hard and too soon; it has really been a long time for both of us. When we’re both gasping for breath, utterly spent, I feel him snorting against my neck. “What?” I croak, giggling when the puffs of air from his mouth tickle my skin.

“Well, you’re kind of right. I do need gravity to fuck you properly. But you have to admit that space sex is pretty damned spectacular.”

“Hey, maybe next time I’ll suck your cock. Then when you come I’ll let go so we can watch your jizz floating on air. We can take pictures!” I say it all in jest and laugh loudly. The mischievous look in his eyes, however, tell me that he’s actually considering it. “Jacob, no.”

“Jacob, YES.”

I REGRET NOTHING.

~ Signora Paola