Page 35 of To Love the Stars too Fondly

“Oh, damn,” I heard.

It was a battle against my own gag reflex, but for better or worse, I had experience. I gazed up at her, reveling in her clear lust. Oh, to be the center of her world; I knew I had her here, in this moment, as I pulled back and slowly fucked the cock yet again.

But would she come from this? She’d been so good to me; I was desperate to feel her come undone in return.

I pulled all the way back, gasping slightly as I gazed up at her. I rose, my fingers skimming up her hips as I leaned in toward her ear and kissed her smooth skin. “I know how to take my time too,” I whispered. My fingers skimmed the hem of her boxers. “I can’t wait to taste your pussy—”

Alex suddenly gripped my wrist, tight enough for me to flinch. “That’s…not what I was intending. For today.”

Despite having very little blood flow to my head, I stepped back, suddenly anxious about putting my hands anywhere. It seemed she realized she had me in a vice grip, her hand suddenly falling away. “Why?” I asked.

It was painfully apparent how she scrambled for words. “It’s complicated.”

“You didn’t want me touching you at the gym either,” I said, the memory settling back into my head. “I don’t want to hurt you. Can you explain at least a little?”

Alex looked away, defeat settling on her countenance. She sat on the edge of the enticing couch. “I’m just not comfortable being touched like that.”

I sat beside her, daring to take her hand at least—surely that was fine, right? Alex didn’t flinch, and so I squeezed it lightly. This crack in her armor…perhaps she wasn’t as indomitable as I’d thought. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize—”

“No, no! You didn’t know.” She began fiddling with the buttons on her shirt. “If it’s covered by clothing, don’t touch. That’s simple enough, right?”

I nodded, though countless questions stirred in my mind. Thankfully, she removed her shirt, distracting from those questions with the appearance of her designer sports bra and splendid biceps. “I guess my back is fine, actually,” she continued. “And my ass too—”

“I get it.” She looked just awkward enough to melt my heart. I set aside any remaining queries. Those were afterglow questions. Compelled by pure instinct, I placed a kiss on her cheek, startled by the warmth stirring in my chest. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel good?”

“Well, you can play with the cock all you want,” Alex said, a bit of light returning to her gaze. “But most importantly, you can play Pillow Princess and let me love that gorgeous body of yours. That’s what really gets me off.”

Surely the word was a slip. I shoved it aside, desperately searching for a segue before she caught her error. “If I flash my tits, will it bring the mood back?”

Oh, how I treasured Alex’s laughter. “It’s a sure bet,” she remarked.

I stood, making every effort to shake my ass as I took a few steps away. God, I craved her eyes on me, burning when her pupils expanded as I shook out of my mini skirt, revealing my soiled thong. I bent down low to pull it off, showcasing everything as I tossed it aside.

I loved a sexy reveal, and so I held her gaze as my shirt came off next, amused at her struggle to maintain eye contact and not stare at my breasts—which were soon on full display, the bra the last to go. I posed with my hands on my hips. “You like it?”

Alex beckoned with two enticing fingers, her lurid wink leaving me wet and desperate. “The finest tits I’ve ever seen.”

I was desperate to please her, feeling akin to the fine tapestries on the walls. “Got any lube?”

She raised an eyebrow. “In the drawer,” she replied, pointing to a side table. “It might have expired.”

“Doesn’t matter,” I replied, the wheels in my mind rapidly turning, despite the lack of blood flow. But this was a woman who loved a fine pair of tits, and for all my insecurities, mine were works of art.

I’d give her a show.

“You have my attention, Princess.”

I grinned as I found the lube in the messy drawer. Given Alex’s vow of celibacy, it probably hadn’t been touched in years. Lube in hand, I knelt between her thighs, savoring the submissive pose. To please her, to melt beneath that dark gaze…that was all any girl could want. “Sorry,” I began. “You don’t get to stuff my mouth this time.”

Her scoff gave me pause. “As though you could stop me.”

That would be something, wouldn’t it? My hand was around the lube, but my mind was in the gutter. Alex could throw me around; she could hold me down and fuck me; I could be helpless beneath her, giving her everything and loving every—

“That was a lot for a first date,” Alex blurted out. “I wouldn’t actually—”

“Hey.” I reached up to put a finger on her lips. “I thought we established that I want to be degraded. It’s not hot if you apologize every time you degrade me.”

Whatever her first response, she visibly swallowed it. “It seems I’m out of practice being nasty, Princess. I won’t forget again.”