Spaceship Sci-fi Books Novels & Stories

Just a touch from her almost sent a groan hissing out of my mouth. My heart pounded hard like it was about to break free as she ripped her mouth away, blinked, and strutted towards the bookshelf seductively. My eyes were on the soft curves of her ass. Damn, they looked so perfect in that Jean. She removed a book from the shelf, idly flipping through the pages. “Do you know that doctors believe it is possible to have sex in space?” My lips curled in amusement. “Tell me more,” She smiled, still not lifting her gaze from the book. “But I think it is ridiculous. Humans are weird. Why do we always feel the need to look deeper into time, space, and gravity,”

Evelyn slumped with a contented sigh into the sofa, grateful to be off her feet. As the music swelled into the room, Andrew glanced at the occasional table beside him at her stacks of books. “History of Modern Aeronautics. Works of Michelangelo. Scripta Minoa. I’ve no idea what that even is. Is this your light reading?” he asked teasingly. “Those are the ones I’ve finished and need to return to the library. The other stack are the ones I still have to read.” “I’m deeply impressed. I have no such spectrum of interest.”

Calliope guided me upstairs. My opinion of Mr. Fernandez changed when I saw his bedroom. Though the walls were still so boring, no painting, photos or whatsoever, my heart was overwhelmed with joy when I saw shelves with plenty of books. I loved books so much, and I enjoyed reading them, especially about history. I scanned the titles, they were futuristic books. About space ships, galaxies, planets, and robots. There were also about travel, history, documentaries, philosophies and finance. I could tell that he was an intelligent man according to his book preferences.