Page 68 of A Star is Scorned
He wasted no time reaching across her to the nightstand and tugging open the drawer, removing a thin aluminum packet. She had never seen one before, but she knew what it was. Something to make sure she didn’t have a baby. He tore it open with his teeth, rolling it down the length of his shaft. She swallowed, growing wet with need as she watched him.
“Almost ready.” He winked at her.
He straddled her and used his hand to position the tip at her opening. He gave her a look, seeming to ask for final permission, and she answered by arching her back, drawing the tip of him into her. He plunged his hips forward, filling her to the brim.
“Oh,” she squeaked.
He held himself very still, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead, and she kissed him.
“It’s okay.”
“Did I hurt you?”
She lay still, adjusting to the feeling of him inside her. “No, it’s not painful, just…different.”
He smiled and kissed her fiercely, tugging her bottom lip between his teeth as he slid gently out, all the way to the tip, then plunged back into her. She gasped at the movement, enjoying the way she stretched to hold him, the sensation of him filling her up. He repeated the move a few more times, and she threw her head back, reveling in it. With each thrust, it felt better and better, the sense of discomfort giving way to waves of pleasure.
She tentatively moved her hips beneath him, rising up to meet him, and they both groaned as he hit a spot deep inside of her. Through gritted teeth, he muttered, “Fuck, Livvy, that is sogood. You’re such a good girl—”
But she robbed him of the breath to finish his thought, following his encouragement and thrusting more boldly. He swore loudly and bit his lip, clearly trying to maintain some semblance of control, but she ground against him, telling him with her body that it was okay to let go.
He buried himself in her until she could not see where he ended and she began. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, kissing her with ferocity before rolling them over so that he could stand up.
Livvy wrapped her legs around him as he carried her from the bed, pushing her against the wall. She groaned as he held her there, capturing her mouth in a punishing kiss and driving himself into her over and over.
The new position was maddeningly good. When she felt as if she were near the precipice, he would stop and hold himself still, letting her pleasure ebb ever so slightly.
She wrapped her arms more tightly around his neck and nipped at his earlobe, and she felt him smile against her cheek.
“I want to take my time with you, for your first time,” he said.
“And yet, you’ve taken me up against the wall.”
“You did say you wanted me to ravish you.” He smirked and her heart skipped a beat. Had any man ever been so infernally attractive? He slid his hands further beneath her bottom and pushed her up so that he was hitting a new angle inside of her.
“Mother of God,” she hissed. “I’ve never felt anything so good in my entire life.”
“Careful.” He winked. “I might get cocky.”
She looked pointedly down at where they were joined. “I thought you already were.”
He guffawed and captured her mouth in a kiss. He ruttedagainst her and she clawed at his back, desperate for purchase as everything from her waist down turned to jelly. She tangled her hands in his hair and pulled his mouth to hers, gasping in between kisses, “My. Handsome. Pirate.”
He thrust again and carried her back to the bed, falling backwards so that she was on top. It was as if some part of her had been missing until now, and he had made her whole with their lovemaking. She felt deliciously full and tight and stretched to her breaking point.
She braced her arms on either side of his chest, swirling her hips in a circular motion without lifting off of him. Then she leaned forward and took his nipple between her teeth, copying what he had done to her. He hissed. With pain or pleasure, she wasn’t sure, and she pulled back to ask, but she got her answer when he gently guided her head back to his chest.
“Don’t stop.”
She licked and flicked at him, all the while keeping her circular motions going, and when she had thoroughly ministered to both sides of his chest, he gasped, “Ride me, Livvy.”
“What?” She sat back on her haunches.
“Ride me, until you finish. Until we both do.”
The Livvy she had been would have blushed at such a sentiment. Perhaps even been shocked by it. But the Livvy she was tonight—the Livvy who went after her desires with a wicked abandon—wanted to chase that elusive tidal wave until pleasure crashed into her and left her seeing stars.
She did as he asked, bucking back and forth on top of him, experimenting with angles until he touched the spot inside of her that made her gasp.
