Rin sat up, covering his hands with hers. "You were what I wanted far before I met you, Auren."
With her leading, she helped him push his pants down. He was bare beneath. She didn’t let him carefully fold them away; she dropped them in a soft heap on the floor. He was nude atop her. And so gorgeous. Like some sculpture.
She felt his honed muscles ripple beneath her searching palms. Her touch stilled right above his cock, curving upward to his stomach.
"Can I touch you?" she whispered.
Auren nodded, voice lost.
She traced her shaking fingers over him, flinching when his whole body jerked.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No. It is a lot. You could never hurt me."
He settled atop her, his entire form pressing against her—where he was hard, she was soft and pliant.
She felt him nudge between her thighs, and he groaned above her. It ignited something within her again, that greedy, wanton thing.
"Don’t forget," she breathed. "You have to beg me. Beg me to let you have me."
His forehead fell to hers. "Please, the girl with Stars in her eyes." He pressed his lips to her ear, and she felt his words in her marrow. "Let me inside you. Take me into you."
She felt her wetness dribble down the inside of her thighs. Her lips parted, but her voice was gone—like his. She nodded instead.
She felt him press harder against her. No matter how many times she did this—took someone inside her—it always made her tense up at the unnatural feel of baring herself to someone, of letting someone into her. In body and Soul.
She reached for Auren, wanting to touch, but he took her wrists in one hand and pinned her arms above her head. She gasped. "Auren?—"
"You made me beg. Now I wish to make you beg." He kept her wrists held there as his other swept between them. His finger pressed into her core, and she was too sensitive, moaning softly. "You will have to tell me if it is too much. I never wish to hurt you."
"You won’t."
He pushed up into her slowly, testing her just as he’d tested her lips and her core—the same place his mouth had been as he listened to the rising cadence of her pleasured sighs, now being speared open by something much thicker and longer than his tongue.
She stretched around him as he seated himself fully inside her.
Outside the windows, tree leaves swayed, and further beyond, the moon winked in knowing.
She lost herself in the feel of him, moving inside. In and out. Spearing her open, then leaving her empty, before he repeated it.
She curled into his chest like a wilting flower as she came.
She shuddered and gasped his name, white hair sticking to her cheeks, hands still stretched above her, bordering on discomfort.
With his free hand, he cradled her cheek, lifting her head from where she’d tucked it against his chest. "You are alright?"
"Yes." Her voice was hoarse.
"Then hold on. I want to finish inside you."
Each thrust hit some place deep inside her, punching gasps out of her chest. He came with a strangled groan, head falling into the crook of her neck, hot breath fanning across her flushed skin. His fist landed on the couch beside her head, as if he couldnot contain the pleasure inside him and needed another outlet besides the ropes of his release she took into herself.
They stayed that way for some time. Her arms tingled, bloodless. But she didn’t want to move.
Eventually, Auren’s breathing evened, and he lifted his head.
His Star was glowing.
