“Oops?” I echo, cock already hard against her lower back.
She hums, sliding her hand down to wrap around me under the sheets. Her fingers stroke me with maddening patience.
I hiss through my teeth. “Nova.”
“I thought you liked distractions.”
“You’re gonna kill me.”
She grins, then climbs on top of me, straddling my hips with deliberate slowness. The moonlight cuts across her back, illuminating her curves—each muscle, every golden thread of her hair, every freckle. Her pussy hovers just above my cock, teasing.
And stars, I canfeelher. Wet. Warm. Wanting.
“You're serious,” I breathe.
Nova leans down until our mouths almost touch. “I don’t do casual. And you’re still here.”
Her words are gravity.
And I fall—hard.
I grab her hips and guide her down, slow and steady, until my cock pushes inside her again. Her mouth parts in a gasp, eyes fluttering shut.
Every time feels like the first. Like discovering fire.
She sinks down until I’m fully buried in her, tight and hot around me. Her walls flutter, and I swear I almost come just from that.
She moves.
A slow roll of her hips.
A grind.
And then another.
We find a rhythm that’s lazy and deep and intimate—like dancing under a thousand invisible stars. Her hands brace on my chest, her nails dragging lightly over my skin.
I can’t stop watching her.
Every breath. Every moan. Every stutter of movement.
“You feel like… everything,” I whisper.
She leans down to kiss me, messy and open, her pussy clenching around my cock as she moves faster.
“Don’t let go,” she says, voice cracking.
“Never.”
I sit up, wrap my arms around her back, and fuck up into her, making her cry out. The sound tears something open in me.
She rides me harder, her body a blur of heat and motion. Sweat slicks our skin. Her tits bounce with each thrust. Her nails rake my shoulders.
And then her pussy clamps down on me, spasming in waves.
She breaks apart with a sob, collapsing against my chest.
I thrust up a few more times, chasing that edge.
