Page 36 of To Love the Stars too Fondly

“Good.”

She looked so powerful, sitting like a monarch on her throne. I held her gaze as I poured the lube onto my bare breasts, amused as realization glinted in her eyes. “Excited much?”

Alex flicked the shaft of the strap-on, letting it twitch. “It’s happy to see you.”

I made a scoffing laugh, finding the lighter mood wonderfully soothing. Sex was supposed to be a little silly, with awkward noises and smells and sensations. Most of my hookups nowadays were so humorless. El had always kept it light. But this wasn’t El. This was Alexandria Winthrop, who, with a single lift of her eyebrow, left me dripping on the carpet.

I placed my tits around the cock, pressing them together until only the tip was visible. In slow measures, I guided them up and down, gliding seamlessly with the lube. Though Alex couldn’t feel the stroking, surely the visual was enough to unravel her on its own. How I basked in her attention, falling somewhere between worship and madness.

“God, you’re something,” Alex said, breathless.

I kept up the pace, leisurely bouncing my tits around the silicone shaft as I engaged my best doe eyes. Fuckboys loved doe eyes, and Alex was no different in that.

“I’m sure you get told all the time how fantastic your tits are,” Alex said.

“It’s one of a few valuable assets I have,” I replied, taking care to shake my asset in the back. “My ass is pretty great too.”

“All of you is hot as hell.”

I bit my lip, then I pressed my tits firmly around the strap-on, adoring Alex’s shameless stare. “Want a pic?” I asked, gratified by her ensuing blush.

“Hell, yeah.” She grabbed her phone from the couch; I posed with my tongue out.

I’d never felt bolder. “Now you have no excuse not to think of me next time you’re alone and hot in your bed.”

“I’ll make it my phone background,” Alex said, and before I could bite my lip at the thought, she leaned down to steal my mouth away. “I could watch you for hours,” she whispered against my lips, “but I won’t finish from this.”

“I might,” I teased, savoring the tender touch. “You gotta clean me up.”

“Now that I did come prepared for.”

She grabbed a container of wet wipes conveniently placed under the table, oddly tender as she rubbed one between my breasts. I blushed at her attention, uncertain of what to make of her sweet machinations.

Once done, I squealed as she suddenly lifted me into her lap, the wet cock between us. Alex wasted no time before licking across my wanting breasts, certain to linger at my nipples. Pleasure shot through me, even as she sucked with pure contentment on her handsome face. I moaned, fingers tangling in Alex’s hair. “Don’t stop,” I said, my vulva burning from want. I rubbed against Alex’s thigh, the soft pleasure slowly rising within me.

I didn’t know much tenderness in sex nowadays, my casual hookups leading to discomfort more often than not. But Alex was so attentive, so at peace. Just watching her, I wanted nothing more than to bask in her glow.

“If it’s not too much,” I said, already sensing the danger of the words, “I want to see your face while we fuck.”

Alex’s mouth tragically left my breast, instead placing a kiss on my sternum. “That can be arranged.

She lifted me with ease, her strength a beloved enigma, and placed me softly onto the plush couch. Yet she lingered; I reveled as she loomed above me, watching as she studied me with fervent eyes. “You are so beautiful.”

“So are you,” I said, and truly I meant it, those alluring eyes the very heart of the world. It should have scared me so, to want her. Yet all I could care about were her words and gaze; beneath her, I did feel truly beautiful.

She hooked one of my thighs over her shoulder, then skimmed her fingers down to my vulva. I trembled as she stroked the tender folds and teased my entrance, the anticipation threatening to unravel me all on its own. My breath hitched as two of her fingers rubbed the edge, whimpering as she finally—

“Oh….” I gasped as she pushed inside, instinctively clenching around her fingers. It felt more than good; it felt right. Silicone was great, but this was Alex’s body; this was Alex inside me, once again.

It was different though, no longer pressed for time in a dirty gym bathroom. We had all day, all night, the rest of our lives to chase this feeling.

My eyes stung as she thrusted in and out, the intimacy of it rending my heart open. Alex did exactly as promised, every expression on her visage on full display as she looked between my body and face, pure focus and delight in her gaze. She rested her head against my inner thigh, as content as I’d ever seen a woman be, and I felt—oh, I felt—truly cherished.

This was what I eternally sought, the part of sex I could always love: simply feeling wanted.

Her face turned against my thigh, and I gasped at how sweetly she kissed the tender skin. Something clicked. I just…I understood.

Truly, nothing made her happier than to make love to a gorgeous body—my gorgeous body—because that was what this was, wasn’t it? This was sex, but it wasn’t fucking; this was everything I’d felt with El.