Page 283 of Lodestar

“Fuck,” she keened, her body arching against the sheets.

Finger retreating from her slit, I gently circled it with two digits, and as I sucked hard on the small nub, I thrust both into her. She gasped but didn’t lock up as much this time.

Keeping the motions nonaggressive, I worked her back toward an orgasm, taking note when she stiffened, when her moans turned frustrated, and adjusting my behavior as a result.

“Conor,” she whimpered, sounding more exhausted than ever.

“Yes, baby,” I replied even though it hadn’t been a question.

Her frustration and fatigue got to me like nothing else could.

Instead of waiting for a reply, I switched moves, and this time, I gave her my weight, settling atop her, sliding my arms beneath her shoulders and holding her close to me.

Her arms came around my neck and her legs cupped my hips, her feet settling against my ass—the toes burrowing in, not her heels.

It was more of an embrace than anything else, and she relaxed into it enough that when she squirmed, it put her cunt and my cock on the path of direct collision.

“You feel good,” she whispered before her mouth met mine, our tongues knotting as she found a rhythm she enjoyed, uncaring that my lips were covered in her pussy juices, just needing to kiss me as much as I needed to kiss her.

When the rigidity left her body, I pulled back to whisper, “Put me in you. You control this, Star. You. Not me. You. Take what belongs to you.”

Her throat bobbed and I knew she understood what I meant—her orgasm belonged to her, but so did I.

So did my dick.

She didn’t reply but her gaze was locked on mine as I levered away from her so that she could reach between us, and that was answer enough.

A hissed breath escaped me when her hand cupped me, and my forehead fell atop hers as she notched the tip of my dick to her slit.

“Are you ready, baby girl?”

She kissed me again, which I took to mean ‘no’ because she’d have said yes otherwise.

So I stayed there.

I hovered above her, the head of my dick in fucking paradise while the rest was locked out of heaven’s gates.

Her tongue thrust against mine and that was a distraction because it encouraged me to do what I wanted—fuck her.

But in this, I just stole her breath, took her kisses, and claimed them for my own.

Then, her hips reared up and I started to sink into her.

Deeper.

One inch.

Two.

Slower.

Three inches.

Four.

I groaned as I hit the halfway point.

Five.

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