Page 26 of Starshine
His head swam with the intensity of it, the taste of her, the crush of her lips against his. They broke apart, gasping for air, but he was quick to pull her back down. It was like he was starving, and she was the only thing that could satiate him.
Her hands grabbed his before guiding them to the laces on her dress. He obeyed the silent command, fingers fumbling as he loosened them before pushing the dress off of her shoulders. He found the perfect mounds of her breasts, hands shaking with a nervous sort of excitement. As he did, the energy between him and Bridgette seemed to thrum, echoed in both of their moans.
He was cautious at first, exploratory. Even though he’d never done this before, he’d had plenty of time to imagine what it might be like. Yet the feel of her warm, pliant skin under his hands was better than anything he could have dreamed up. He marveled as he stroked his thumbs over her nipples, hardening them to little points. At the touch, Bridgette let out a quiet sound of pleasure, and when he looked up, her eyes were closed, bottom lip held between her teeth.
Knowing that he was doing something she enjoyed only made him want to do more. He sat up, shifting her on his lap in a way that made his cock throb before he captured her lips again. His bruises twinged, reminding him that they were still there, but what a miracle it was to be able to move. He used it to his advantage as he pulled her up with his strong arms to close his mouth over one hard nipple.
Bridgette gasped as she grabbed his braid for support. The little tug, the spark of pain, only spurred him on. He nipped gently before moving to the other, giving it as much attention as he had the first. She squirmed in his arms, her heated body writhing against him. The friction of her lap against his made his cock strain against the laces of his trousers, aching to be freed.
Without warning, Bridgette braced a hand against his chest and pushed him back onto the bed with one commanding shove. He fell obediently and watched as she discarded her dress. Her slip and underthings followed before she settled back onto his lap, fully bared.
Garrett stared at her, eyes wide. Her skin was as pale as moonlight, save for the pink points of her nipples, and her long hair was like starshine in the glow of the lamps. She looked like a goddess revealed, and when she smiled down at him, he quaked, suddenly uncertain.
She seemed to sense the change and one hand lifted to stroke his face. “Do you want this?”
Garrett opened his mouth a few times as he tried and failed to find the words to voice his desire. “More than anything,” he whispered. “I just… do you?”
Bridgette kissed him gently. “More than anything,” she promised. “I know this is your first time. If I ever do something you don’t like, I want you to tell me.”
“A-alright,” he said. Unless she decided to get up and leave the room, he couldn’t imagine her doing anything that he’d be opposed to. He watched with wide eyes as she slid down his chest, peppering gentle kisses across the shadows of his remaining bruises. When she reached the laces of his trousers, his breath caught.
Bridgette must have felt it, because she looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Is this alright?”
He nodded eagerly. “Please don’t stop.”
She smiled, a hint of mischief crossing her face. “Oh, but I like how you sound when you beg.”
Garrett’s hands tightened to fists in the sheets. “F-fuck, Bri,please,” he groaned, his body aching for her to continue.
She held his eyes, grinning wickedly as she leaned down and grabbed the laces of his trousers with her teeth. Garrett’s mouth went dry, and as she pulled the tie loose, it felt like he couldn’t draw in a proper breath.
His length sprung free, and Bridgette’s grin widened. Her warm hand gently wrapped around him, and he groaned as she carefully slid his foreskin down to expose the pink head of his cock. She settled between his legs as she said, “I guess I wasn’t wrong about your endowments.”
Garrett was saved from trying to form a reply as her tongue darted out to taste his sensitive head. He gasped as he clung to the sheets like a lifeline, afraid to do anything that might cause her to stop. Her tongue swirled around his tip, and he couldn’t stop the full-bodied shudder from rushing through him as he muttered, “Good gods.”
He could feel Bridgette’s smile as she took him a little deeper. With every passing second, every bob of her head, the thrum of energy between them seemed to grow. It shivered just under his skin, as if a part of him was trying to escape into her. He whimpered, yet when he tried to roll his hips to meet her welcoming heat, seek out more of that delicious thrill of sensation, she moved with him, keeping him exactly where she wanted him.
“Bri, please!”
She pulled away and Garrett let out a moan of disappointment before she pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his cock. Her blue eyes smoldered like the hottest part of a flame as she looked up at him. “Say it again.”
“Please,please,” he panted. Every nerve had come alight under her touch, every thought erased by the feel of her lips.
“Do you want something better?” she asked even as she shifted to straddle his waist.
Garrett watched with wide eyes as she hovered just over his rigid length, so close he could almost feel the heat of her.“Yes. Please, Bri,” he said, his voice reduced to something like a whimper. Bridgette smiled before she sank down. And as her skin brushed his, the energy between them pulsed like a living thing, synching up like a shared heartbeat.
“O-oh, gods.” Garrett’s hands flew up to grab her hips, but Bridgette would not be rushed. Instead, she braced her hands against his chest, eyes lidded with pleasure as she descended slowly, taking him inch by inch until her hips were flush against his lap.
“Fucking hell, you’re thick,” she muttered.
“Am I hurting you?” Garrett asked, fear cutting through the haze of pleasure. She felt so tight around him, looked so delicate straddling him, that he was afraid he might break her if he moved too quickly.
“Quite the opposite,” Bridgette said around a breathy laugh. She closed her eyes and pulled her lower lip between her teeth, moaning as she adjusted to him. Garrett watched her in a trance, barely able to blink lest he miss a second of her.
Bridgette’s eyes opened as she splayed her hands over his chest. “Areyoualright?”
Garrett nodded eagerly even as he sputtered out, “P-please don’t stop.”
