Page 63 of Crossed By the Stars
“My pace,mon bijou. My pace or not at all.”
My threat on the beach being turned into one of his own.
I liked fast, hard, and furious. Dax was all about control. He’d proven it with his tongue one time in a bed that didn’t belong to either of us, slowing driving my body insane until I’d shattered apart in the best orgasm I’d ever had. If he could repeat that, do more, I’d gladly hand myself over to him.
“Just don’t fucking stop,” I growled back.
He smiled. The smile that had first made my belly flop. The smile that proved to the world he was every bit the suave and charming prince of the fashion world the tabloids made him out to be. Then, his tongue took possession of my breast again, and I sighed with relief even as the heat pooling deep inside me grew until it felt like it was going to overflow. Until it completely engulfed me.
His hand coasted over my belly, tugging on my belly button ring so lightly it caused me to shiver at the barely-there touch. Then, he was tugging down my leggings, lips following the trail of his hands, curving over my hips as the rest of my clothing disappeared. His tongue settled along my seam, and my hips rocked again.
He held my hips down.
“Don’t move,mon bijou. I won’t have you hurting yourself for this. Let me do the work.”
My hand buried itself in his thick locks as his mouth returned to my core. Staying still was not my way. But the battle to do just that only enhanced the flame inside me, growing it like oxygen to a fire. His hand and mouth were slow and methodical and gentle. Coaxing me. Driving me closer. The buildup smoldering from my toes all the way to my heart. And when I finally reached the summit, I cried out in pleasure, my body trying to rock and him holding me down gently but firmly while the waves flew through me.
When he looked back up at me, his smile was smug and cocky. So fucking Dax that my heart spasmed the way my core had. An orgasm to my heart that I knew I’d never forget. Never be able to replace. Never be able to live through.
He moved away, standing and eyeing me. My fingers trailed down my body to the curls he’d just abandoned, still needing more friction, needing to repeat the waves I’d just felt, but he yanked my hand away, kissing the palm.
“No. That’s for me today. Only me.”
He unzipped his jeans and slid them off along with his underwear, returning to my side, but I needed him on top. I needed the weight and the pressure. I pulled on him, toppling him into me. I gasped, and he lifted up as if he was doing a push-up, strong biceps flexing. Beautiful. The French god I’d always teased him of being.
“I need your weight. I need to feel you in every inch of me,” I told him, longing in my eyes.
His mouth returned to mine, tongue slipping inside, caressing me, speaking to me with motions that made me want to cry again. The tender reverence was something I’d never had and never wanted. I didn’t want to be treated like a fragile flower. The guys I’d been with who’d tried to handle me that way had seen me walk out the door before we’d ever finished. And yet Dax doing it felt different. Felt necessary. Felt needed.
That was when I felt it inside me, like a lock being undone. For the first time in my life, I just let go and gave in. I let Dax have complete control of me and my body, and with it, my heart and soul.
Dax
SIXTH SENSE
“I see it in the stars, I feel it in my bones
It's written in the cards, just like we've always known.”
Performed by Imelda May
Written by Moak / May
I was begging her with mytongue, tempting her with my lips and my hands, wanting her to let go. To give me the one thing she’d never given anyone: control of her heart and her body. When I felt her let go underneath me, the softening of her limbs, the stillness of her hands, my heart leaped. Joy filled me, and I couldn’t keep the smile from my face even while I kissed her.
I spent the next hour worshipping every single part of her: the tiny beauty mark on the base of her neck, the scar on her shoulder, the cuts and scrapes crossing her skin, and the deep lines from the muscles she worked hard to earn. My tongue tangled in her belly button ring, pulling as my hands found her insides. She gasped and moaned, but she didn’t buck or twist.She simply let me love her the way I’d been aching to do for years, until I made her fall apart all over again with my fingers just as I had with my mouth.
My groin was hard, engorged beyond the limit, ready to break, but I wanted every sweet moment with her before I gave in to it. After I started to kiss my way down her chest and belly again, she surrounded my length with a palm, finger teasing the tip, and I groaned.
“My way,” I whispered to her.
She nodded with a smile on her face that I’d never seen on Jada before. Pure radiance. Filled with pleasure. Happiness without the regret that normally rested behind it.
“When do you get relief if we do it your way?” she teased.
I groaned and rose, heading for the door, and she called out, “Where are you going?”
“To get a condom.”
