Page 21 of Lucky Star

I rolled on top of her and held her arms above her head, my hands wrapped around her delicate wrists like a vice. When her eyes went wide, I wondered if she’d like it if I tied her up. Again, something I’d never been into before, but for her, I’d do it … and happily. I smiled wolfishly down at her and kissed my way along her jaw, past the slope of her neck to the soft, curving flesh of her plump, rose-tipped breasts. When I captured a nipple between my teeth, she moaned and closed her eyes.

“I can’t go again,” she said as I continued exploring her body with my mouth. “I’m spent. How can you still want more?”

I pressed my hard cock against her, showing her just easily I could go again.

“You’re a fiend,” she laughed.

“Only for you.” I captured her lips again for a long, drugging kiss that had her whimpering below me before I moved back to feast on her nipples, my tongue swirling around and around those aching, swollen tips.

“Lay still. Let me love you.”

“You already did,” she reminded me. “Quite thoroughly.”

“Then let me do it again to make up for lost time.”

The reminder of the time we’d wasted not telling each other how we really felt would likely remain a sore point between us for quite some time. The wry twist of her lips before she relaxed her face told me she’d thought the same thing. Briefly, I wondered if she was also thinking about how I’d unwittingly kept us apart and hoped that wasn’t the case. If she could only trust me not to break her heart again, we could be so happy.

I was profoundly sorry for what had happened—how I’d handled the entire situation from start to finish—but apologies alone would never heal those wounds. I’d have to show her—not with words but with my deeds—that the past month had only been a blip in what I hoped would be a long, wonderful life together.

I worshipped her breasts like the blessed gifts they were—nipped and laved and sucked and nuzzled—and eventually Sarah’s body eased back into a state of aroused anticipation. Kneading, stroking, and suckling each of her perfect tits in a steady onslaught meant to reduce her to a pool of want and need, I stopped thinking about what I could have done differently, and focused my energy on the warm, willing body beneath me now and all the dirty, hot, sexy things I wanted to do to it.

Only once Sarah began panting and her skin glistened with the sheen of her desire did I move on. I loved how perfectly responsive to my touch her tits were and wondered if I could make her come without touching her anywhere else. Given the current state of her desire, I thought it entirely possible. I’d have to give it a thorough effort sometime in the future. Not now though. Right now, I wanted my dick inside of her.

Licking and kissing my way back up her chest, I traced my tongue over the seam of her lips and when she parted them on a sigh, I captured her mouth in a kiss meant to convey everything I felt for her with only our mouths.

I breathed out her name on a reverential sigh and dragged the tips of my fingers lightly down her face. “I want you so much, more than you can ever know.”

Her eyes flicked between mine, questioning, and when I silently begged her to let me love her the way I needed to, she nodded, giving me permission to sink inside her warmth. With a look of devotion in my eyes and so much love in my heart, I guided my thick, heavy cock inch by inch into and back out of the warm, honeyed cleft between her legs. I took my time making love to her as each slow and measured thrust of my cock entered her in time with my heartbeat.

Thump, thump, thump.

Our eyes never wavered. I wanted to tell her with my soul, if not with words, what she meant to me, how much I loved her. How no amount of fame or fortune could ever complete me the way she did. How I never wanted to let her go. I would die a happy man if only she never left my side. How I wanted to be inside of her forever.

I said none of that though. Instead, I let my body speak for me.

After several long moments, the pace of my strokes increased, and Sarah thrashed beneath me. Her hips rose and met each of my driving thrusts as our bodies thundered against each other, a give and take, gasoline and flame. Hot breaths tore from her lungs in punctuated gasps that told me she was close to coming. As I rocked inside her, she writhed with need and I waited for her to come apart in my arms.

When she cried out below me, a soft mewling sound of content, a fiery crescendo swept straight from my balls, up my spine, and out my mouth in a groan of ecstasy. My body stretched taut and my neck, corded with muscle, strained as I thrust one last time. I shuddered and convulsed and in that moment of abandon, Sarah joined me, her pussy clenching tight around me, as pulsating waves of pleasure rocked me to my core.

The most exquisite orgasm of my life left me feeling boneless. We lay connected for several long moments and Sarah dozed off again, exhausted from our lovemaking. Just before sleep claimed her, I canted up on my elbows and kissed the tip of her nose. Her eyes fluttered open and she stared back at me. As my gaze greedily took her in, I couldn’t remember having ever been this happy. I kissed her again, a soft, lazy mating of our lips, and when I pulled back tears shimmered in those lovely green orbs.

“What?” I whispered, afraid to break the spell of our lovemaking.

“It’s too much. I don’t know how to process it.”

I knew exactly what she meant. The things I felt for her were more than I knew how to handle. “Me too.”

My gaze wandered lovingly over her face before making its way back to her eyes and holding them. Her stare bore into me and it felt like she could read my soul. Eventually, she blinked on a happy exhalation, breaking the connection. “You’ll never know how much you mean to me.” Her words fluttered between us as a whisper soft caress.

Drowsy, her eyes dropped shut, and I took my fill of her lovely face—auburn brows slashing across her alabaster forehead, her little sprite’s nose, a smattering of adorable freckles, soft, full lips meant for kissing, a defiant chin. Each part of her was perfectly unique, but she was the sum of these parts. Simply put, she was the loveliest creature I’d ever seen. But it wasn’t just her looks. Beneath the exterior, beat a heart of gold. A heart I wanted to be mine forever.

She must have sensed I’d been staring for too long because she slanted one eye open. “What?” she asked, using her forearms to lever herself up to kiss me, a playful joining of our lips that was a contrast to the passion of our previous one.

Damn it, but I wanted her again, so fucking bad, so I took control of the kiss and gently sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, suckling it. She moaned, and her body shuddered when I released her lip on a pop. I parted her mouth with my tongue and feasted on her until she collapsed back onto the bed, her arms going out from under her. My cock, still sheathed inside her, twitch once, then twice. Eventually, I slowed our kiss and eased my lips away from her mouth. She mewled in despair.

“Hush,” I admonished, and a lazy, satiated grin split her face.

“The last time you said that, you did evil, wonderful things to me. Things that have left me a boneless pile of nothingness. This time I mean it. I don’t know if I can go again.”

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