Too fast.
“Honey,” she whispers, still stroking my chest. “I’m fine.”
I close my eyes, exhale sharply. “I’m not in control. I don’t want to hurt you or scare you.”
“I trust you.”
My lungs seize. “Baby.”
“Now,” she murmurs, palms sliding up to cup my jaw, “tell me about starfire.”
“It’s because you’re that,” I blurt.
Her brows drag together.
“You glitter in the dark, so fucking beautiful and bright despite the shadows trying to close in around you.” I cover her hands with my own. “You burn with so much life, so much joy, so much fucking strength that the world could throw anything at you and you’ll still survive.”
Her face has gone blank.
Her body completely still.
And I realize what I’ve said, what I’ve given away, what?—
Her eyes dance with mirth. “So what you’re saying is that I’m a giant ball of gas?”
I blink.
Then again.
Fuck.
Only, then she’s grinning and bending, slanting her mouth over mine, her pelvis rocking against me, driving me fucking insane.
“Kylie, baby,” I begin when our lips break apart.
“I like you.”
Her words sear through me. “Baby.”
“Kiss me.”
“Yeah,” I growl. “I want to do that.” I plunge my hand into her hair, dragging her down to me. Our mouths meet in a tangle of lips and teeth and tongue, intense and needy and…
Forever.
Until she moans, her head falling back, her lips dropping away from mine. Her hips are still moving as she grinds herself against me. “It feels so good.” Harder now. “You make me feel so good. What you say. How you say it. How you mean it.”
I’m about ten seconds away from coming in my pants.
But she says it feels good. So good.
Thus, I can no more stop her than I can head off my incoming orgasm.
Another searing kiss as she grinds against me, her moan skating along my tongue, down my throat. But when she goes to pull back, I dive my hand into her hair, draw her down to me.
I can’t stop tasting her.
I fucking can’t.
