Page 5 of Space Balls: Houston, We Have Liftoff
The other part of me mentally shrugs because this means less work for me. Because if he isn’t gonna do any work, then I’m not gonna do any when I’m done. He’s made his choice. He can just make do with his own hand.
I press three fingers over my clit and rub. Back and forth, stopping only to thrust inside every time I feel close. Enjoying Bodie’s rapt attention. Wanting to prolong the moment. Bask in it.
Mr. Astronaut’s heavy breathing tells me he’s into what he sees. Though he isn’t doing anything but holding my dress up higher.
Figures.
Whatever.Concentrate.
I rub faster, building the fire in me like the Girl Scout I never was.
So close, just a little more…
Bodie’s breath blows over my clit, the cool tingle at odds with the heat building inside.
Bam.
My whole body arches and tightens, and warmth flows through my veins while light dances behind my eyelids. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”
I love this part, the nearly painful, mind-numbing pleasure. The electric current that shocks my system into a state of happiness I have yet to find anywhere else in my life.
Though Bodie’s fingers dig deeper into my hips as I hump the air, my pleasure looking for something to latch on to, the rest of him stays still.
Too soon, the good feelings drift away, the details of my surroundings settling back down on me like a heavy dose of gravity.
The man before me has his eyes raised to mine now. God, they’re soulful. He really is one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen.
Too bad he’s lazy in bed.
“Okay, old man, you’ve had your show. Better get off your knees before you can’t get back up—what the—!”
Bodie dives forward, sucking at my clit.
“Wait, wait.” My fingers sift through his hair, pulling. “I just came!”
But he isn’t listening, and neither is my body. Any other time I get greedy and try for a double hitter, my body screams at me.
Bodie has my body screaming in a different way.
I sink back against the wall and let him take control. He does something magical with his tongue that’s a combination of a flick and a swish that steals my breath.
He throws one of my legs over his shoulder and thrusts two fingers inside me.
“Fuuuuuuck.” My hips start riding his face, my hands, still speared through his hair, holding on for balance.
He growls. Whether it’s from the pain of my hair grabbing or pleasure at me being so worked up, I don’t know. And frankly, I don’t care. Because I’m coming again, and it is ten times more glorious than the first.
If I took a selfie right now, it would probably look like I’m dying, no matter what filter I use.
Hashtag O face.
And Iamdying. I swear I am. I can’t breathe, I can’t think. I can onlyfeel. Feel his lips sucking my clit. His fingers inside me, curling and pressing over that sensitive spot. His other hand holding up my dress while grabbing hard on to the meat of my hip. Everything feels so. fucking. good.
When my body stops twitching and the leg holding me up starts to give out, Bodie rises, holding me to him, rubbing my back.
I wait for him to say something cocky. Something unnecessary to hammer home the point that he wasn’t just all talk. That he made good on his guarantee.
You know, ruin the moment like I would if I were him.
