Page 67 of Space Balls: Houston, We Have Liftoff
Something changed between us after the night of no stranger danger sex. I can’t put my finger on it, and if I think about it too much, I might have a panic attack.
So I don’t think. I feel.
Digging my fingers into his back, I rock myself on him, his dick hitting my G-spot, his pelvis rubbing my clit.
Hashtag amazing.
He dips his chin down farther, sucking my nipple between his lips.
“Fuck.” I rock faster. But as fast as I rock, it’s a slow build.
I bite my lips, whimpering in frustration. I unhook my leg, looking to get more leverage with my heels on the ground, but Vance stops me.
“No. Like this.” He sucks my other nipple.
“But… I can’t…” I try to bounce but can’t.
“Shhh.” He blows cool air over my hardened nipple. “I got you.” He takes over, rocking me against him, giving me no choice but to cling to him. To lethimpleasureme.
The sounds coming out of my mouth are new to me. I plead.
He rocks.
I beg.
He rocks.
I implore him with my nails running down his back.
He rocks.
I can’t see what’s happening under my skirt. I can’t see where we are joined, where my skin rubs and rocks against his. But I canfeelit.
The friction. The glorious fucking friction.
He rocks.
Panic builds in my chest. Tears sting my eyes. Something is happening. I don’t… I don’t think I like it.
“Vance.”
He must hear something in my voice because when his eyes lock on mine they soften, and the haze of desire doesn’t lift but shifts, something deeper and sexier moving through them. “I got you.” He rocks.
“I…”
He rocks.
“I’m going to…”
He rocks.
I fall apart, staring into his eyes, crying and begging. For what I don’t know because the climax is here, and it’s glorious. It ravages my body, my muscles tightening and spasming, and I have no choice but to let it take me, let it do with me what it will as Vance continues his slow, methodical rocking.
My inner walls clamp down, and Vance’s body jerks then stills, his arms tightening around me like a vise, bringing us as close as possible. Merging our pleasure.
And when our bodies relax, and the pleasure ebbs, Vance and I are left staring at each other in the aftermath. I see wonder in his eyes. Wonder and confusion mixed with a little bit of fear.
All the things I feel myself.
