Page 77 of Stealing the Star Stone
“Want to come now or in me?”
She studied him, her eyes smoky with desire.“In you.”
His heart soared.Victory!“Right answer.”
When he tried to climb on top of her, she threw out a hand, catching him between his breasts.
“No, you need to be readied.I don’t…” she swallowed hard, “want you walking funny tomorrow.”
He laughed.“Iwant that with every fiber of my being.”
She smirked.“A little foreplay?”
Curious, he sprawled beside her, tracing patterns over her abs.“Sure.”
She lunged, sending him onto his back.Every part of him was coated with her hot, velvety skin.He moaned in agreement; this was an improvement.She nipped at the inside of his knee, along an inner thigh, then pressed a kiss to his belly, so close to where he ached for her that his hips lifted on their own.
She hummed, feathering kisses to a breast.Latching onto a nipple didn’t prepare him for the heat, the suction, the sharp bite of teeth scraping over sensitive skin.The same had been done to him thousands of time, but her body’s intensity was unparallel.She cupped the other breast, tugging and flicking the nipple until he couldn’t tell where the pleasure was coming from.It bathed, rose and fell, ebbed and flowed.
Breathing was lost on him.Everything tightened in anticipation, and that ache he’d been suffering with for four days ramped up until words tumbled off his tongue.
“Please… Nova, show me what I crave.”
She did, rubbing her thumb over the seam between his legs.
“Oh,” he cried out, spreading his thighs without her asking.Craving?No, this was an obsession, an addiction he had to assuage.If she walked away now, he’d crawl after her, unafraid to beg.
How… How did women resist this compulsion?
He gazed at her, her focus on her hand doing nothing more than an up and down motion.When she dipped a finger between his folds, she smiled.“Mm, and here I thought you wouldn’t be wet for me.”
He panted, his cheeks on fire but unable to match the burning where she touched.The sensations were celestial, some cosmic blessing he couldn’t describe.
He cried out at the stroke over his nub.His mouth opened and shut, no words forming.He dug his fingers into the bed, keening when she swirled that tight bundle of nerves.He’d done this to many before, had watched them unravel as if he was a sex god, but he’d had no idea what she was feeling, how ungodlike his so-called powers were.
Any man could do this to her.
Darkness lashed across his chest.No man would touch her again.
Thoughts whipped away, like feathers on a gale.He climbed a mountain, the angle sharp, the pleasure divine.Then with a flick of her thumb and a bite of a nipple, he tumbled into liquid ecstasy the kind he’d never known.
And it didn’t end, tearing through him, arching him and drawing feminine growls.
“Ready for more?”she asked, catching his thighs and spreading them wider.
She nestled at the juncture, pausing to rub his seam with the head of her cock.Catching him under his knees, she hoisted his legs to rest on her chest.The position wasn’t uncomfortable.
With a slow intrusion, she inched her way inside him, grinding her hips until she was so fully seated that a soul spark fired, wrapping around his heart and yanking hard.
Then, he knew, he loved her.
Fuck.
Orgasmic tremors ran along his insides, and as she withdrew and slammed in, a fresh wave leaped to life.He reeled.This…was different from the earth-shattering cliff-diving joy she’d thrummed out of him.It…was addictive, calling from deep inside him.The craving shifted, begging her to do it again, to summon that visceral reaction.
He propelled toward that mountain, but this time, when he exploded off it, all sound was silenced.He stilled, his body tense, unable to speak, to describe what raced along his veins, his skin prickling, his heartbeat roaring in his ears, his mouth drying, and his nipples puckering.
“That’s it,” she crooned, gyrating her hips and driving him higher.
