Page 15 of Star Rucked Lovers

“Too what?” she interrupted again, smirking now as she slid her arms around his neck. “Too careful? Too sweet? Too scared?”

“Maybe all of the above.” He chuckled, though it was tinged with self-consciousness. “You make me nervous, Myst.”

“Good,” she shot back, her grin widening. “Keeps you on your toes.”

Before he could respond, Myst shifted her weight, pushing him gently backward until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed. He sat instinctively, his surprised expression drawing a laugh from her throat. Climbing onto his lap, she looped her arms more securely around his neck, her dark waves slipping over one shoulder as she leaned in close.

“Listen,” she said, her voice dropping to a low murmur, “if you’re afraid to take the lead, then I guess I’ll have to do it for you.”

“Is that so?” George asked, his tone teasing but his breath catching slightly as her lips grazed the line of his jaw.

“Mm-hmm,” Myst hummed in reply, pressing another kiss just below his ear. She felt him tighten beneath her, his hands gripping her hips like he wasn’t sure whether to pull her closer or hold her steady.

“You’re full of surprises,” he muttered, his voice turning huskier with each passing second.

“Guess you’ll just have to keep up,” she whispered, her pale blue eyes sparkling as she met his gaze. Then, deliberately slowly, she pushed him back fully onto the mattress, her small frame pinning him despite the obvious size difference.

“Challenge accepted,” George murmured, his hands finally pulling her flush against him.

Passion consumed them as they tumbled back together onto the king-sized bed, the soft sheets molding to their heated bodies. George’s hands roamed the curves of Myst’s body, as if he were memorizing every inch of her, while she pulled him closer, craving his touch. Their mouths fused together, their kisses hungry and demanding.

George rolled them over so that Myst was beneath him, his strong arms bracing his weight. He looked down at her, his blue eyes darkened with desire but also filled with something softer, a kind of reverence that made her heart flutter. He trailed his fingers along her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear again, his touch tender despite the fire burning in his gaze.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’m not going to question it.”

Myst smiled up at him, her own eyes reflecting the same mix of passion and affection. “You didn’t do anything,” she whispered. “You’re just you, George. That’s enough.”

He leaned down to kiss her again, this time slow and deep, savouring the moment. Her hands explored his broad back, feeling the play of muscles beneath his shirt. She tugged at the fabric, wanting to feel his skin against hers. He obliged, breaking their kiss just long enough to pull his shirt off and toss it aside.

Her breath caught at the sight of him, all hard muscles and rough edges. She ran her hands over his chest, tracing the lines of his tattoos, each one telling a story she wanted to learn. He shivered beneath her touch, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Your turn,” he said softly, reaching for the hem of her dress. She lifted her arms, allowing him to slip it off, leaving her in just her bra and underwear. His gaze swept over her, taking in every detail, making her feel both vulnerable and cherished.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, his hand cupping her cheek before sliding down to her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder, as if he couldn’t stop touching her.

She arched into his touch, her own hands reaching for his belt. He helped her, slipping out of his jeans until they were both bare, their bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs and heated skin.

Their movements became more urgent, their breaths coming faster. Myst could feel his heart pounding against hers, their rhythm matched as if they were made for this moment. He kissed her deeply, his hand sliding between her legs, making her gasp. George paused, looking into her eyes, seeking permission. Myst nodded, her breath hitching as she whispered, “Don’t stop.”

He continued, his touch gentle yet firm, drawing out a soft moan from deep within her. She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as waves of pleasure coursed through her. He watched her, his eyes never leaving hers, adjusting his rhythm to her responses, learning her body as if it were a song they were writing together.

Myst reached for him, her hand wrapping around his cock, drawing out a low groan from his chest. She explored him, her touch growing bolder with each stroke, each gasp she elicited from him.

“Myst,” he growled, his voice strained with restraint. “I need you. Now.”

She guided him to her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he slowly, carefully entered her. They both gasped, their bodies fitting together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces finally finding their match. He began to move, each thrust deliberate and deep, building a rhythm that had them both clutching at each other, their breaths mingling, their hearts pounding as one.

Every touch, every kiss was a testament to the connection they shared. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat, their moans filling the room like a symphony.

Myst felt her climax building, a wave of pleasure that started at her core and radiated outwards. George sensed it too, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming more urgent. He reached between them, his thumb finding her most sensitive spot, circling it in time with his movements.

“George,” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper as the wave crested and crashed over her. Her body convulsed, her back arching as she cried out his name, her eyes locked onto his. He followed her over the edge, his own climax ripping through him, leaving him shaking and breathless.

George collapsed beside her, his chest heaving, his body damp with sweat. Myst curled closer to him, her breathing just as ragged, a soft, sated smile playing on her lips. They lay there for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their hearts pounding in sync.

“Wow,” Myst whispered, her voice barely audible. “That was...”

“Yeah,” George agreed, his voice gruff. He turned to face her, his blue eyes soft and tender. “It was.”

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