When she slid in next to him, his arm automatically slid over her. Her ass pushing against him, his hips against hers. He was dressed only in black boxers. Somewhere during the night he had woken up. His hand still protectively on her stomach. Enjoying the warmth she radiated. He felt her skin gently tighten and release with her breath. Her lovely ass nestled against him. He could feel his cock stirring, and did not want to wake her up. Without waking her up he had slid out from underneath the covers. Walking to the kitchen with gentle steps. He found the pad. He checked to see if she had gone through the offered slaves, because the blonde was still showing. The auction had not opened yet. He knew the owner of the auction though. A year back the mans leisure yacht had been attacked, just when he had been on one of his patrol cycles. He had saved the man from having his ship raided, slaves caught and probably saved his neck as well. A quick message got a nearly imminent response. The blonde slave would be gone from the register. Wouldn't be open for bidding. The commodore had offered compensation, but that wasn't taken. With a mild grin about his own luck, he headed back to the sleeping quarters. He wondered how he'd hide their relationship from the crew, everybody would expect, but he would have to keep up a semblance of decency. He would need to adjust these quarters as well. Before long he was deep asleep again. In he morning she woke up before him. A little grind of that round rear made him stir slightly without waking. Her ass did get the response she was hoping for though. His cock jerked against her skin and started hardening up. Somewhere during the night his hand had left her stomach and was now covering her breast. As she wiggled her ass against him his hand involuntary squeezed. He was still sleeping though. Her body moved, it slid him onto his back. Still far away. His hips did rise a little as she tugged down the boxers. But then, she slipped her mouth over him. As the first cave in of her cheeks, suction, tongue working against him, it was like a balloon was blown up inbetween her lips. Every heartbeat was forcing more blood into the shaft. His right hand slid up, taking a hold of her braid. She could hear him grunt as a first pump of his precum was dumped on her tongue. The hand on her head hesitated. Then suddenly she was pushed down onto him. Forcing her to take him slowly. "Ah fuck!" He spoke. His voice raspy from the night. His body propping up on the free elbow to watch her. A quick retreat, hauling her up by her hair only to force her back down slowly. "Swallow that, bitch...". He was so hard. But then he withdrew her once more. Slowly pulling her up. Forcing her to let his cock go. He was panting as the hold on her hair was intensified. Making sure she wouldn't be able to sink back down on him again. Her lips just half an inch from the throbbing head. But unreachable. "God." As he tried to regain his senses. "We both need to get dressed. The shuttle should be ready for us already... we need to get to the surface...". A slight lull in force as he explained it. "We have no time for this...". Was that a hard rejection? Pun intended.