Move the Stars (Something in the Way 3)

“For you?” she asked. Her cheeks and chest were bright red. “Oh, oh. Oh, God.”

I watched my knuckles disappear inside her. “There’s nothing in this world like your pink pussy, Lake.”

With a shocked gasp, she turned her face into the comforter, her expression contorted like she couldn’t bear it. “You can’t say that.”

“I just did, and I don’t want you to ever forget that it’s true.” I rubbed her, bringing her climax on slowly but surely. Just like when I’d made love to her earlier, it was clear that words and memories helped send her over the edge; I could practically see her aching from what I’d said. Once I got inside her, I wouldn’t last long, so I needed her ready before I fucked her. “Nothing will ever feel this good. Understand me? You and I . . . we’re going to do this for the rest of our lives and I can tell you, there’s nothing better out there.”

Her folds fluttered around me, and she trembled with the quakes. Her hair made intricate art, strands of blonde branching and entwining over the white comforter. I kept her leg pressed to my neck with one hand and angled my sheathed cock against her with the other. When I’d gotten my head in, I flexed my hand over her chest. My fingers, wet from her, left damp spots on her skin. I wanted to cover her, box her in so she felt completely mine. Once I had her back pinned to the mattress and her calf to my neck, I plunged into her.

She cried out, grabbing onto my forearm. I wondered if it still hurt. For all the times I’d kept my hands to myself, I wanted to go fast, hard, have my fill of her and then some. I angled even deeper so she’d feel every ridge, every vein, from her toes to her fingers and know she belonged to this, to me, to us. “I love you, Lake,” I said, pounding her. “And I want you to fucking come.”

Her chin trembled as she looked up at me. Maybe I was hurting her. Maybe she was scared. Before I could slow down, she said, “I never thought about sex until I met you.”

“Yeah? When was that?”

She arched her back, squeezing her eyes shut. “Before the fair, I think?”

“That early on?” The thought of young Lake lusting after me had me thrusting harder into her. I couldn’t hold back any longer, but I kept my eyes on hers as my control slipped. “What’d I do to you in your fantasies?”

“You were just so big. You eclipsed everything else. We’d be alone, finally, and that was all it took to . . .”

“But I must’ve touched you.”

“It would be in the truck or on the kitchen counter at your old apartment or at my parents’ house. That was the only way I knew how to fantasize—to have you finish what you started.”

“I’m going to start and finish every time,” I promised her. I wished I had three, four, five hands. I wanted to touch her everywhere. I released her leg, but she kept it where it was as I put fast pressure on her clit. She didn’t have to tell me when she was coming. Her pussy suctioned me deeper and that was all I needed. For fuck’s sake, I’d been ready to come since I’d last blown my load, so I went hard and climaxed with her, tearing through nirvana for the second time in hours.

My heart pounded, my hairline was damp, but I didn’t have time to recover. Lake started to cry. I eased her leg off my shoulder. The heavy, wet way my half-hard cock fell out of her made me feel a little sick. As I peeled and tossed aside the condom, I scanned for blood or any sign I’d hurt her.

“What is it?” I asked. I fell to my knees and tugged her into a sitting position so we were face to face.

Her bottom lip trembled, her eyes crystal blue with tears as her shoulders curled inward. She put her arms around me and burrowed into the crook of my neck. “I . . .” she whispered. “Nothing. Nothing.”

She wasn’t hurt, just overwhelmed. I pulled her naked torso against mine, comforted by the skin on skin contact, but it wasn’t enough. With one arm firmly around her, I looked her in the face. “Shh,” I said. “You know what?”

She shook her head.

“I’ve loved you for a very long time. I have thought of you in every capacity possible. I thought I’d never have you, Lake, you have to understand that. I thought there was no chance. That people like me didn’t get a life like this.”

“Why shouldn’t you?”

“Why should I? What have I done to deserve any of it?”