Page 281 of Lodestar

“Come on,” I crooned. “Sit on my face, my naughty, naughty girl.”

Slowly, she retreated, each inch taking a fucking lifetime, making me ball my hands into fists around the sheets at either side of my hips as she tortured me on the way up.

Then, when my dick was missing the heat of her mouth, she jumped off the bed.

I reared upright, wondering what the fuck I’d done as she headed for the door.

“Star!” I called out, but she ignored me. Then, I sank back in relief when she twisted the key in the lock and returned to me, dragging clothes off as she went.

That she hadn’t locked the door before starting to kiss her way down my abs told me how spontaneous she’d been this morning, and I was glad for that—glad because I wanted that between us.

Wedidhave internal minefields, but the past was in the past, and I didn’t want it to affectthis, us. We deserved to own ourfutures, to own our pleasures, and for them not to be tainted by the people who hurt us.

When she stood beside the bed, all my thoughts were erased because she wriggled her hips, dropping her sweatpants to the floor, revealing that she, too, had gone commando last night.

My gaze flickered over the myriad scars on her body. Acts of violence that had been perpetrated against her, ones that might have taken her from me. She was a survivor, though, and those scars were proof of that fact.

Fuck, she was hot.

So fucking hot.

Tongue cleaved to the roof of my mouth at the prospect of being able to worship her, of getting to drown myself in her sweet, sweet cunt again, she surprised me by clambering onto my lap and staying there.

Hands settling on her hips, I urged, “I can’t wait to taste you, Star.”

She bit her lip as she reached for my cock. Shaking her head, she didn’t answer, just started rocking her slit against me.

With her tits right goddamn there, I reached up and cupped one, palpating, squeezing, and pinching before I allowed my free hand to give the other the same treatment.

She was drenched around my dick, which made it even easier for her and more torturous for me to be surrounded by slick, hot silk while my palms were filled with her curves.

With her eyes locked on mine, I saw the internal shudder of pleasure every time she nudged her clit.

Fully expecting her to get herself off like she’d done yesterday, I watched her, knowing I was close and that she’d probably need more so I had to hold back.

Her orgasms were slow to burn but fiery in the aftermath, and watching her regain ownership of her pleasure this way was the most satisfying thing I’d ever seen in my fucking life so I’dnever shortchange her. Not when her satisfaction was half my fun.

Her hands plopped onto my chest as she began to grind into me. Her nostrils flared with every thrust as she worked herself higher, higher, then, as was becoming the standard today, she growled under her breath and jerked onto her knees, making my hands fall to my sides in response.

She quivered above me, frustration teeming from her pores.

With another growl, she snarled, “Why is it so fucking hard?”

I angled my head to the side. “Let me help.” It wasn’t a question.

“No.” Mulishly, she dropped down again and started rocking against my dick. After a couple minutes, she snapped, “I can feel it. It’s…” Her expression tensed as she worked herself up—to pleasure or in annoyance, I wasn’t sure yet. “It’s mine,” she rasped. “I wanted this.”

Then, she was back to her knees, her entire frame quivering as she hung on the precipice.

Though I knew this was something she wanted to take possession of, I sat up and carefully tumbled her into the sheets so she was lying supine.

I didn’t loom above her, just whispered, “This isn’t a battle, Star. This isn’t something you have to do on your own. Teamwork makes the dream work, no?”

She snorted but didn’t answer, just lay there, little sparks of pleasure making her twitch beneath me as if her circuits were starting to short but not enough to lead to the big O.

I let my tongue circle her nipple, but I didn’t hang around because she said she didn’t have much sensitivity there. Then, I traced her navel before going deeper and nuzzling my face into her mons. Gripping her thighs, I levered them higher so they were together and pinched her labia between them.

Peering around her legs, I informed her, “This isn’t a sprint, Star.”

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