Page 38 of Star Bright
When the second orgasm seized her, it was almost too much. Not because she wanted less, but because she suddenly wanted more.
This was supposed to be justright now, not ‘and how about some more too’.
As their gusting breaths eased and Vash’s lax weight crushed her into the cushy bed, the thought ofmoreseemed fraught. She’d run away to Big Sky Country with her heart bruised; did she really want it blown into orbit and obliterated instead?
Without her conscious will, her fingers skimmed up over his thick waist and traced across the muscles in his shoulders. Still partially flexed, she realized, as he was holding himself just enough to not smother her.
Not enough to give her room to wriggle out though. Some uncivilized part of her loved her pillow fort of protective drakling male.
But pillow forts were always meant to be temporary, just a night of fun.
That thought only made her want to clench him tighter, even though there was no contract between them and their compatibility was questionable at best.
Apparently mistaking her movement for suffocation, he shifted, pulling her with him, still intimately connected. Normally any pressure or friction would’ve overwhelmed her hypersensitized clitoris, but he fit her so perfectly that the aftershocks just kept gently rolling out from her core as they rested side by side.
She must’ve dozed off for a minute—or maybe more—but she roused enough for a mumbled complaint when he eased away.He kissed her, which stopped the mumbling, then leaned back, brushing the tangle of hair from her forehead.
“Be right back,” he whispered.
Before she could gather herself—she needed to start reinforcing her own emotional fortifications without him—he returned from the bathroom with a warm handcloth.
“Oh, you don’t have to…” She closed her eyes as he tucked a hand between her knees and butterflied her legs. Since she’d planned on solo petsitting, she hadn’t done any special maintenance down there—meaning anywhere between her ankles and neck.
When he made a garbled little noise, she flushed and tried to squeeze her knees back together.
He paused. “Do you not like?”
“It’s not that. I just… Really, it’s not necessary.”
“What does necessary have to do with it? But I will stop if you’d prefer.”
“I’d prefer…” The heat in her face was rushing back down from neck to ankles—but mostly pooling where his big hand lingered.
The rings of fire in his eyes flared. “Yes?”
“That you’d use your tongue.”
He bared his teeth. “Ah. Practicing our universal translations.”
Not that she’d been thinking of this potential since she’d watched him devour the whipped cream, but…
Without hesitation, he settled between her spread legs, urging them wider. His tongue found the soft, swollen bud of her clit, but he didn’t attack as she half feared. Instead he teased and cajoled, puffing soft breaths into the still simmering embers of her orgasm, fanning them to higher flames. She clutched his shoulders, her fingers digging too tight, though she knew she should match his gentleness, but he seemed to understand herneeds, though she wasn’t helping him with the helpless mewling sounds spilling from her lips.
When he’d roused her to the very pinnacle, he entered her again, and her orgasm this time was a slow-motion explosion that spiraled out on every nerve ending. Even as she came slowly down, she knew she must be glowing.
The washcloth wasn’t even cool yet as he laved her a second time. He snugged her up close against him, tucked with her head on his shoulder, and they’d messed up her bed enough that he was easily able to put the bedspread over them. In that sheltering warmth, she should have passed out immediately. Instead she tilted her head just enough to gaze up at his profile. He too was looking up at the window arched above them.
“It’s snowing again,” he murmured. His gaze drifted down to her even more slowly. “So pretty.” He kissed her.
Was he still talking about the snow? Not that it mattered, of course. She didn’t need the words in any language when he showed with his actions how much he cared. And what did it matter if draklings found Earthers pretty when they had wings and tongues…
And children who were still dealing with the aftermath of grief.
Right here, that wasn’t an issue, she reminded herself. Even parents and petsitters could get a night off if their charges were otherwise occupied and attended to. Somewhere beyond the view from her room, the security lights that she now knew helped protect the outpost from accidental discovery by oblivious closed worlders turned the snow to silver sparkles.
“By the way, that was amazing,” she told him. “I feel like I got a Christmas gift early.”
“I think I had forgotten this part of myself for a while. Such decadence feels very much like a holiday to me too.”
