I couldn’t keep still anymore. My hips rolled against his face, chasing the pleasure that was building with alarming speed. Moans spilled from my lips.
“Jamie—” One hand threaded through his hair, holding him against me. “Don’t stop,pleasedon’t stop.”
He responded by sucking my clit between his lips, the pressure so perfect that I saw stars—real ones, not just the false ones overhead. My thighs began to shake as the tension built, coiling tighter and tighter in my core.
When he slid a finger inside me while still sucking my clit, I shattered completely. My body convulsed as pleasure overwhelmed every other logical sense. I cried out his name as I came, my thighs clamping around his head, my fingers pulling his hair. He stayed with me through it all, his tongue gentling but not stopping, drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling and utterly boneless mess beneath him.
When I finally went limp, he raised his head, his lips glistening with my arousal. The sight was so erotic I felt anotherpulse of desire. There was no part of me that was finished with any part of him.
10
Jamie
I sat backon my heels and just looked at her for a second. My hands were shaking. I’d been with exactly no one in my life. Not because I hadn’t wanted to, but because wanting things had a way of going badly for me, and I’d gotten careful. I’d gotten very fucking careful.
Jupiter was still catching her breath in the grass, her chest rising and falling. I had the taste of her in my mouth and I didn’t know what to do with any of it. I wanted to do it again. I wanted to do a lot of things.
I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, staring down at her flushed face, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. I couldn’t believe this was happening, even in a dream.
“Jamie,” she whispered, her voice husky and low. Before I could respond, she moved with surprising strength, rolling us over so that I was on my back with her straddling me.
Her hands slid down my chest, coming to rest at the waistband of my trousers. I felt her fingers brush against myerection through the fabric, and I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped me.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I managed to say, my voice rough with need. “Fuck, yes.”
With agonizing slowness, she pulled my cock free. I watched her face, mesmerized by the way her lips parted slightly, her eyes darkening as she wrapped her hand around me. I wasn’t a small man by any means.
“You’re beautiful,” she murmured, and I almost laughed at the irony of those words coming from her, directed at me of all people. I didn’t know what to do with that. I almost told her not to look at me like that.
Then her head dipped and I stopped thinking entirely. My jaw went slack. I’d thought about this—I wasn’t going to pretend I hadn’t—but thinking about it and having it happen were two completely different things.
“Christ,” I breathed. “Jupiter?—“
She took me deeper, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock before sliding back down. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight of her lips stretched around me, her dark, silken hair spilling over my thighs.
My hips jerked upward instinctively, pushing deeper into her mouth. She moaned around me, the vibration nearly sending me over the edge right then. Something else took over, and I found myself thrusting upward, fucking her mouth.
She didn’t pull away. Instead, her hands gripped my hips, encouraging me as I lost myself in the pleasure. My release built rapidly, too fast for me to control.
“I’m going to—“ I tried to warn her, but she only took me deeper in response. I moaned, and moaned some more, my cock pulsing with the need to come.
Finally I broke, a groan tearing out of me as I came, my hips driving up once before I caught myself. She took it, all of it, her eyes on mine the whole time. I’d gotten myself off thinking about her more times than I’d ever admit to another living soul, but it had never felt like that.
I stared up at the dream sky, chest still heaving. Jupiter shifted against me and I pulled her in without thinking, her head finding my chest like it fucking belonged there always. I kept my arm tight around her. I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want to think. I just didn’t want her to move.
Above us the stars had shifted, though I couldn’t have said when. Somewhere overhead I could hear Gretchen’s wings as she soared overhead, her shadow briefly blotting out the moon.
I stared up at the sky for a while. “I’ve never done that.”
“I know.”
“Does it matter that this is a dream?”
She didn’t answer right away. Her fingers had gone still against my chest. “I don’t know,” she said. “I genuinely don’t know, Jamie.”
I didn’t say anything to that. What was there to say?
