Page 71 of Storm of Stars
“Consider me jealous,” I murmured.
Her thumb brushed across my skin, and my whole body lit up beneath her touch.
“I guess, if I’m being honest…The only thing I’m nervous about,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “is that if anything happens to us… I won’t get to do this again.” She tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Or this.” She pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Or this.” Her nose skimmed the column of my throat, and I let my head fall back, breath hitching.
“Or this,” she added, as her fingers traced a slow path along the edge of my stomach, teasing the skin at the band of my pants.
Butterflies took flight low in my belly, wings brushing every nerve ending. I closed my eyes, anchored in her warmth, in the way she touched me like we still had forever.
Even if tomorrow said otherwise.
“Briar…” I whispered. “These tents don’t lock.”
“Then I guess we’d better hurry,” she replied breathlessly as her hand dove down past the waistband and panties, her fingers instantly finding my eager center. I groaned at the first swipe of her fingers against my clit.
“Well, well, well, Hollis,” she said, teasingly dancing a finger through my wetness without dipping into my core. “Are you ready for our next duet?” Her lips found mine just as her fingers slid into my pussy.
I cried out and her mouth drank it up.
Her thrusts were calculated, deliberate, and punishing. I felt my knees giving out beneath me as I clung to her shoulders for support. Her fingers played me like an instrument only she knew how to master and I was completely lost in the sensation of her.
“I need you,” I whispered against her mouth.
“You have me,” she answered, pressing her thumb against my clit which toppled me over the ledge and into a quick eruptive orgasm.
My hands dug into her shirt as I fought my body’s urge to collapse. She held me around the waist as her fingers stilled within me, soaking up the last of my climax.
“More,” I whispered, breathless, fingers curling around the waistband of her pants.
Briar glanced quickly toward the tent’s entrance—just a flicker of caution—then her eyes snapped back to mine, full of heat. Without a word, she guided us to the far side of the tent,slipping behind the makeshift table stacked with crates and maps.
She lowered me gently to the ground, the world narrowing to the two of us, hidden behind strategy and plans, hearts pounding louder than any war drum.
Then, with a look that could burn down empires, she slid her pants down, her eyes never leaving mine.
I followed her lead, slipping my borrowed clothes off my body until we were both bare below the belt. She pressed a hand against my shoulders and slowly led me to lay on my back. The soft, chilled ground comforted me against the raging heat of her touch.
She crawled over me slowly, deliberately, until her hands were braced on either side of my head, caging me in. Her eyes found mine, those deep, earthy brown eyes, the color of soil and warmth.
I reached up, brushing my fingers along the curve of her cheek, tracing the shape of her jaw, the warmth of her skin. Her dark hair fell in soft curtains around us, framing her face like something sacred. She looked down at me with a wonder that stole the breath from my lungs, like she couldn’t believe I was real.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I whispered.
Her eyes shone, glassy with emotion, and then, with a teasing smirk, she said, “Clearly you’ve never looked in a mirror.”
Then she lowered her core to press gently against my leg. The moment I felt her wet center slide along my sensitive skin, I felt a long satisfied groan tear from my throat.
“I want you to come all over me, Briar,” I whispered, tangling my hands in her hair. She smiled down at me as she moved her hips. Slow at first, I felt her body trembling with each slide of her pussy against my skin. Her thigh pressed against my throbbingclit, still reeling from the last climax, but with every movement of her body, I felt my pleasure crest.
“Fuck,” she breathed, her eyes falling shut.
“That’s it, baby. Use me,” I ordered.
Her eyes snapped open and she met my gaze. There was an inferno within them. Quickly, she pulled my leg up so that it rested on her shoulder, opening my core to her completely. This time when she slid her core against my body our clits met and both of us cried out at the sensation. She was done taking her time. She pistoned her hips eagerly and passionately, her fingers dug into my thigh as our slick centers slid against each other.
We exhaled in harmonized passion as our bodies danced to the music we made together. My head fell back and my back arched as my eyes fell closed.
I felt her hand cup my cheek and I opened my eyes to find her staring down at me. Her hips were moving slower, more languid. Savoring.
