Page 48 of Born for Starlight

“Lots of gym⁠—”

“It’s you, Angelica. You’re gorgeous, inside and out.”

"Matthew." She studied my face, looking for the lie. I could see the moment she recognized only truth. She melted in my arms.

I pulled her arms up around my neck and kissed her jaw.

"You're allowed to hurry."

"No, I'm not." I kissed my way down her sternum. "First times only happen once. I'm not rushing it. Not for anybody. Including you."

"That's a terrible rule."

"We each have rules. This one’s mine.”

She laughed. Then I put my mouth where I'd been headed, and her laugh broke apart.

This was what I wanted. This was what I craved.

A chance to learn her. To learn what made her gasp.

I licked around her nipple, and she grabbed at my hair. I continued, and she grabbed harder. I suckled her into my mouth and her nails got into the game. I didn’t know who was enjoying things more.

When I scraped my teeth along her pebbled flesh, she went still. I stopped. Was this good or bad?

“Matthew,” she whispered.

“Yes?” My question blew across her heated flesh.

“Oh yes.”

I continued. I licked and stroked. My right hand tenderly cupped her other breast, loving the feel of her soft skin under my calloused palm. She moved one of her hands, and clamped it over mine, asking for a firmer touch which I gladly obliged.

She was killing me.

She tangled her fingers with mine, and moved my hand away from her breast, guiding it down her body.

I grinned.

This was exactly what I wanted.

Exactly.

Having a lover who asked for what she wanted was my ultimate drug. I paused at her belly button, but she wasn’t having it.

“Later,” she whispered. She pushed my hand underneath the wisp of her lace panties, and I found her wet for me. She lifted a knee and pushed it against my hip.

“You have too many clothes on.” This wasn’t a whisper, it was a demand.

For one of the few times in my life, I found it difficult to make a decision. Standing up meant I could get out of my pants. Could move one step closer to making love. On the other hand, continuing to kneel, right where I was, meant that I could pull down her panties and torture her in a manner that would have her upset about how I didn’t follow her rules.

That decided me.

I liked getting her riled up.

In more ways than one.

I stayed where I was, and gently shook off her hand, then pulled down her barely there yellow panties.