Page 119 of A Touch of Stars and Stones
“Did you do that on purpose? Because I think you just spoke inside my head.”
“Shit.”
“Feel free to do it again, especially when you’re close to coming. I don’t want only to hear your little whimpers. I want to hear you screaming my name.”
“Ten!” I shove my hands over my mouth and press my legs together, the ache burning to life again and desperate for friction of any kind.
I hear the bed shift beneath me, but I daren’t look. I also hear his deep chuckle.
“Don’t you dare laugh at me, Aten Ciro, or I swear, I’ll repay this tenfold.”
“Oh, I hope you will. And I’m already looking forward to it. Now, as they looked so pretty under your top today, rub your nipples between your thumb and forefinger. Under your jumper is fine.”
I gingerly move my hand to comply, squeezing my eyes shut to banish the embarrassment.
“Good. Now, with your other hand, trail it down to your stomach, keep going, and slide it between your thighs. Show me where you… ache.”
“Here.”
“Push the fabric aside and run your fingers through yourself. Are you wet? Does your finger slide against your skin?”
“So wet. I’ve… that’s… not what it’s been like before.”
“Fuck, this is harder than I thought. Take your finger and press it against that little bundle of nerves…”
I do as he says, and my back arches as my other hand squeezes harder on my nipple, and I moan. Loudly. Into the room.“Yes, more. That’s… yes!”
“Oh no, not so fast, Little Siren. You’re going to push that finger all the way inside of you. Because that’s what I’m fucking desperate to do. I’m salivating just thinking of what you might taste like. Hmmm, sweet, creamy…”
“Stop, stars, please.”
My hand does as he commands, though, as if his words are tethered to my body, and I’m just doing his bidding. My hips move, undulating of their own accord, because as soon as my finger presses inside of me, I know I need more. I crave it.
“You’re blushing, Ever. So fucking sexy, laid out for me. Your body betrays you and tells me every little thing it wants so that I can do it to you until you’re begging me to fuck you.”
“I’m begging. Now. Please. Ten… Please!”
The pressure inside of me builds, so tightly, so nearly there, every time I press deeper, pull my finger out, and in again. He’s stopped giving me instructions, but I’m way past that, just following the urge of my body, the direction of my desire.
My voice sounds strangled and thready, and I moan out as the wave of pleasure spikes at the apex of my thighs and tumbles down through my limbs, leaving me quaking and shivering.
“Yes. Oh fuck, Ten, yes, yes, yes!”
There’s a ringing in my ears, but my lips curve up in a smile, and my limbs feel like they’ve been rung out. I don’t remember it being like that. A small building of tension, a pulse, and a feeling of relaxation afterwards. Not this…
“You are so fucking beautiful, shattering for me.” His voice is quiet. Far away, even. I want to turn to look at him, to face him, but I can’t seem to move.
Another period of silence. All I can hear is the low, steady beat of my heart and the faint sound of my breathing. Or maybe Ten’s.
“Do you want me to leave?” he asks.
“No.” I don’t.“I want you to stay as long as you want. But I can’t move.”This time, I push the words purposefully rather than just shout them in my mind.
“I can’t risk falling asleep with you because I know I’m going to reach out and wrap you in my arms. And neither of us wants that. Not tonight, anyway.”
His voice inside my head has my eyes flying open, and my body popping up from the bed.
“Ah, I see that got you moving.”
