His Virtual Bride by Dee Brice

garters, she seemed a wanton. The perfect courtesan longing to truly respond to a man's touch.  Her lips red and plump, their kisses belied the doubt in her eyes.
    "You're beautiful, Keely."
    She closed her eyes, shutting out whatever she saw on his face or in his eyes that made her afraid. Her tongue moistened her kiss-ravaged lips before her teeth worried her lush lower lip.
    "The most unique woman I have ever met."
    Her lashes flew upward and a blush suffused her body from her delicate toes to her eyebrows.
    " You are beautiful," she whispered as he stretched out at her side. Her gaze swept over him, lingering for an infinitesimal moment on his engorged cock. "And very…endowed." As if immobility had freed its hold on her, she cupped his balls and stroked his cock. "Very…endowed."
    His breath hitched. Hissed out. Drew her gaze to his face.
    "I hurt you."
    Capturing her fingers around his cock, he showed her how much her caress excited him. Surrounded by her tender ministrations, his cock grew longer. Harder. While she glided her hand up and down, he licked and sucked her nipples into rigid peaks. Whisper soft, he drifted his fingers from her breasts to the curls surrounding her damp and swollen labia. He stroked her clit. She widened her legs and moaned. Arched her hips into his hand and the rhythm he set for her. He found her channel. Plunged his fingers deep inside. Swallowed her howl of pain as he took her virginity.
     
    Keely's elbow in his belly, her knee dangerously close to his cock and balls, brought him back to reality like ice water poured over his head.
    Had she had the same visions? She must have. Otherwise she'd have been in her pilot's chair, not draped all over him as if a willing participant in his wet dream. Glancing at her profile, he saw that a blush still stained her cheek.
    "We're approaching Sedna," she muttered, adding, "Jove–blasted hermaphrodite."
    And he wondered how she knew Herma-Frodie had made them dream.

    "Tell me again," Geoff demanded as he and Keely settled into their transpo-scooter. "Why did we actually land on Sedna?"
    "Because," she started to explain, her jaw clenched so tight it hurt, "I don't want any Sednans shooting No-Name --and us--out of their skies." Eyeing the healthy male specimen stowing their suitcases in the scooter's saddlebags, she counted to make sure they had everything. "Sednans like being at the edge of the known galaxy. What they don't like are strangers touring their asteroid belts without their permission."
    "What have they got to hide?"
    She shot him a glance of pure disgust, silently reminding him his precious spaceship was why they were here in the first place. And The Honey could be one very large item they wanted to keep hidden.
    "Now," their porter-driver said proudly, "is the perfect time to visit Sedna. This week it is neither too hot nor too cold. Neither too dry nor too wet. Perfect. Lots of things to do and see." He flexed his pecs, drawing their attention to the green stripe that ran down the center of this face and body and disappeared under the waistband of really tight briefs.
    Geoff put his arm around Keely and pulled her tight against him. She felt her eyes go wide at the proprietary gesture, but it also pleased her. A lot.
    Their driver started the engine and they went a few feet off the ground. "Inbound traffic," he explained, "goes low. Outbound at about one hundred feet up."
    "Shouldn't he look where he's going?" Geoff groused.
    Her gaze fastened on the numerous scooters overhead, Keely said, "Not necessary. We are on some sort of…conveyor belt. Aren't we?" She looked at their driver.
    "Your lady is very smart. Most tourists never figure it out."
    "How many beltways are there?" Geoff asked.
    "Just two. One in, one out. 'Course the definition changes depending on the direction you're heading." He laughed.

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    Keely and Geoff just glanced at each other, but quickly looked away. The memory of their shared dream had put a barrier