Page 6 of Sunastara & the Venusian
Pushing his pants and boxers down over his hips, my legs trembling from holding on to him, from the pressure and friction of his fingers, I said, “I need you, Joshua. Now.”
“Yes,” he ground out, pulling his fingers free so he could take himself in hand, notch his round head into place at my entrance, and push.
My breathing turned into ragged little moans as finally, like a child standing in line for ice cream on a hot summer day, I got that first lengthy lick of him. Andit was delicious.
“I should have taken your panties off,” he said, grasping my thighs, his fingers digging in enough that I felt them, though not enough to hurt. “But I couldn’t wait. And now it kind of chafes.”
I laughed, then gasped as he thrust into me again. “They’re not my favorite pair. Do whatever you need to do.”
I’d had several pairs of panties ripped off me in my lifetime, but never with such speed and finesse. Did he practice on mannequins? Or was this some innate skill that wasbestowed upon him at birth, like a royal title: the Prince of Perfectly Torn G-strings.
With nothing but skin between us, he became an artist. He was fast when I needed him to be fast, and slow when I wanted him to be slow. It was like he could read my mind, or my G-spot. Like he was a G-spot psychic. And he was justright on top of it.
“Joshua!” I cried out, clinging to him, hanging on for dear life as I tensed and pulsed and came apart in waves.Squeeflashed a firework emoji in front of my eyes withOrgasm Achievement Badge attained!scrolling underneath.
Joshua made this contented, purring sort of sound against my neck. Then, with such ease I wondered if he might be some new model of bionic, he pulled out, spun around, and tossed me onto the bed.
With my dress still rucked up over my hips, and while tiny aftershocks of pleasure pulsed through my core, I scooted back toward the pillows. Kicking off his pants, he stood above me, his gaze skimming over my body, studying every curve and contour like a sculptor might study a vase.
“Come here,” I said, letting my bent knees fall open.
Despite the heat in his gaze, his smile was almost shy as he moved toward me, naked, delaying only long enough to remove my remaining shoe. When he crawled onto the bed, prowling over my body until he towered above me, I took his face between my hands and kissed him.
No longer quite so out of my mind with need for him, I took a moment to appreciate his lips, his tongue. Joshua was a phenomenal kisser. Especially when those soft, warm kisses slid down my throat, between my breasts as he slipped the straps of my favorite little black dress over myshoulders and removed my bra. Even more when the tip of his tongue traced a warm, wet circle around my belly button as he pulled my dress down over my raised hips. When he draped my dress carefully over the edge of the bed, the small act of courtesy shook me. Who was this person? Nobody was this perfect. “Areyou a bionic in disguise?”
As he kneeled between my legs, staring down at my naked body, his voice sank deep. “Phoebe, do you have any idea how long I’ve been searching for the perfect breasts? My whole life, I think. And you’ve hidden them from me until tonight.”
My exhale was more laughter than anything else. “These breasts are a treasured heirloom the females in my family have handed down through generations.”
He leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine, holding my gaze as he flicked his tongue over the tip of my nipple. “Absolutely perfect,” he whispered over my wet skin. And when he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked, I shuddered.
As his mouth moved to my other breast, I threaded my fingers through his hair. When his hand settled between my legs, his finger stroking, pressing, circling, sinking into me, I wondered if the simulated gravity on the CAK had malfunctioned. Because I was levitating.
“This isn’t your first time, is it?” I joked breathlessly while his mouth and fingers carried me to the brink of another climax. So close, almost there… But just as ecstasy gathered in my belly, brisk and electric like a sudden summer storm, he reared over me, slung my legs over his shoulders, and fucked me until I saw stars, constellations, entire galaxies swirling into each other, colliding, becoming something new.
“Oh…Phoebe,” he grunted as we came together. At the same time. No, for real.
Simultaneous Orgasm Achievement Badge attained! Ultra-rare!flashed behind my closed eyes as Joshua collapsed over me. While I tried to hold him, encircling him with my arms and legs with whatever paltry strength I had left, he raised his head from my shoulder enough to kiss me, a small brush of his lips on mine. And then he rolled to the side, flopping onto his back.
The ceiling swam above me, my body warm and loose and buzzing. “That… It was?—”
“Yeah,” he agreed, winded. “It really was.”
Aside from our breaths slowly evening out, the hotel room went silent. But before anything got awkward, he turned toward me, slipped an arm around my waist, and pulled me close. Tucking a stray strand of my hair behind my ear, he said, “I can’t believe I have to leave tomorrow. I’ve just finally found you.”
My heart did something weird inside my chest, like awhump. “Tomorrow?” I asked, sounding a bit too desperate for my liking, which was…also weird. “So soon?”
“Today,” he said. “Technically. It’s after midnight.”
Brushing my fingertips over the straight line of his jaw, I admitted, “That’s a shame.” And it was. Because I wanted more time with him, more than one night. And Ineverwanted more than one night. This wasn’t me. This wasn’t normal. I was always the first to leave after sex, slipping out before I’d even put on my shoes.
“Well,” he said, yanking me so close he pressed against my thigh, half-hard again. “Since I have to leave in a little less than four hours. What do you say we make the most of it?”
Almost ashamed of it for some reason, I buried my grin into his smooth, hard chest and said, “Isn’t that what we just did?”
“Oh no.” He rolled over, flipping me onto my back, and settled between my legs. “We’re only getting started.”
Reaching down, guiding him into me again, I let myself smile as the word propelled itself out of my mouth. “Squee!”
