A WAR AMONGST THE STARS

CHAPTER SEVEN

THREE WEEKS LATER...

She wakes, staring into the very eyes that have been admiring her ever since I woke not long before.

A small smile rises at the corner of her lips, causing one to peek from mine too. "Good morning," I greet her. A custom I have grown to do, every morning since meeting her.

As she yawns and turns on her side to face me, her limbs stretch far and wide beneath the sheets.

My own yawn follows as I turn to face her.

With my limbs extended just as long, my legs brush ever so softly upon her tingling one's.

A delightful shudder travels through me.

The sensation... I do not believe I have the power to ignore them, nor her no longer. The stars can punish me later for defiling something as pure as she, but right now... there is nothing more that I want, than her, and I always get what I want. Always. "Fuck waiting. You are,mine," I deeply claim. With that, I slide an arm beneath her neck, curving it around her shoulder so that I may pull her close.

My opposite hand lifts her oversized shirt up over her hips. After, that hand comes down, following the curve of her body, my touch so soft, so sensual, it leaves but erotic, micro bumps all upon her body. And then down I go, gathering as much of her thick cheek as I can squeeze.

She locks one arm around my neck while her other hand grabs my shoulder with a firm, pulsing hold.

A silent, agreeable stare, call it our own sorts of magic but together, we have learned to read one another without ever speaking a word. That is our love language. The language of touch, the language of yearning stares.

She wants me and the stars know that I crave her.

With swift ease, I roll her onto her back and kneel between her thighs.

A light, breathless gasp escapes me.

For stars sake, I cannot take my eyes off her, nor do I wish to. I mutter. "You are so beautiful I could die from the sight."

Her eyes gleam and I know mine must appear ten times brighter, for I am utterly entranced, so overtaken by her beauty alone.

One by one, I nudge her thighs apart with each one of my knees and then lift her legs, spreading them so that my wide hips may rest between the two.

Swollen, unbearably hard and upright, my tip peeks from the waistband of my shorts, my bulge an uncomfortable pressure against the restraining fabric.

A quick tuck of my hair behind the ears, I hang it over my left shoulder and then lower onto my forearms. And then here I lay, hovering intimately above her.

A little lower, my body presses lightly upon hers.

With my cock upon her heat and our wide eyes gazing into one another's, I grind my hips, allowing her to feel every inch of my ache for her.

She writhes in pleasure, her mouth opening wide to release various squeaks and gasps.

One single word escapes past her mouth, and I hate that I cannot recognize it.

"Tell me to stop," I advise.

She gives nothing but a glimmer in her eyes and an aching, seductive moan.

Fuck. Me. I am doomed.

This is new. Never have we gotten this far. All she must do is tell me no and I will stop, even if it kills me to do so, I will stop. Until then, I keep going, testing just how far her and I can take this moment.