My mouth covers hers. My hand slides between her thighs, savoring the feel of silky flesh. Her legs part. I slide a finger inside, wincing at heat and tightness.
I can feel the stretch, the mixture of bliss and pain as I find her pleasure spot, tug at it with a curious finger.
She shudders, head lolling back. I repeat the action, and she mewls beneath me. My mouth returns to her nipples, feathering her flesh with ardent kisses until the need draws me lower.
Her throb rushes through me, the pull of my finger a slow unwinding. Each stroke of my slick thumb swirls around her until her desire urges me between her legs.
The first swipe of my tongue brings her hips off the blankets. I follow it with a long draw.
Then a pulse.
She shudders, gasping.
I add a second finger. Discomfort collides with pleasure. My cock goes so hard my whole body will explode.
She tightens and tightens, muscles shaking.
Later, my Starlight and I must practice psychic boundaries. How to put space between our pleasures so we don’t dissolve around each other’s bliss.
But now, I revel in the overload. Everything turns to hum and frequency as I lap and tease her. Wet velvet on my tongue, drawing her closer and closer as my fingers ready her for more.
I strain to hold back. A hot gush of heat hits my thigh.
I come hard. My release rushes through her. Shared heat and need. Burgeoning. Overflowing.
“Yes!” Her cries fill the air.
She grips and sucks my fingers. My tongue pushes her over the edge.
When she breaks, she takes me with her.
Spasming. Flying. Free falling.
I grip her tight, working her through it. Not letting go until she lies jointless beneath me.
I pull out, lick my fingers clean, savoring her flavor. Better than any taste to ever hit my tongue.
Then, I’m hard again. Harder than before, if that’s possible.
“I want to spend hours with my face between your legs,” I sigh, mouth covering hers. Tasting her taste herself.
I run my tip through her drenched folds. Her legs tremble, hips urgent.
I inch inside. Pain sears with each thrust.
Her hands grip my back, fingernails gouging. Somehow, sharing the discomfort helps.
Her body rounds around me, breath escaping in hot pants as I go deeper. I suck the pain inward, try to take it from her. I don’t know if such a thing exists. But I try.
Her hands drop to my ass, gripping me. Pulling me inside. All the way.
God. I gasp. Holding on by a thread.
Then the extra part of me finds her. Latches on. Vibrating and sucking. Powerful muscles flooding her with pleasure from another world.
I lock her hard against me. She screams, hips bucking, breath explosive.
Tied together. Cock still working inside, throbbing and thrusting.
