Summer Star (The Blue Phoenix Series Book 1.5) (10 page)

I nudge Sky’s legs apart, pressing myself closer, willing Sky to wrap her legs around my waist. Winding her hair around my hand, I draw Sky’s face closer. “Currently, this is the only way I know how.”

Sky’s warm breath quickens as I brush my mouth against hers, running my tongue along her plump bottom lip. For a moment she yields, then recomposes herself and leans away from me slightly. She says something, but my conversational skills are shot and I’m not listening, I need to hear something else from her.

“Tell me what you like,” I interrupt.

My head remains against Sky’s, the closeness of her mouth to mine intensifying the torture of her lips so near but so far. She winds her arms around my neck, soft fingers playing in the short hair at the nape, shooting down more of my attempt to wait for the signal from her.

“Dylan, I am stupidly and incredibly attracted to you to the point of needing an asthma inhaler when you're close but...”

Her curves centimetres from my hands, the spark of the unknown between our lips; being in this place, with this opportunity I’m determined not to fuck up this time, prompts my interruption. “But I put you off with talk of fucking. How about we don't fuck? There’re plenty of other things we could do…”

Moistening my lips, I switch my gaze from her eyes to her mouth. “All I can think about is you; I’m obsessed by your lips.” I gently place mine against Sky’s, as I hope to hell her response won’t be pushing me away and running.

Sky’s hands move up my neck and dig into my hair, as I part her lips, eagerly plunging my tongue into her mouth. Sky’s soft sound of arousal ramps up mine and I release her hair, holding her face instead. The ferocity of Sky’s kiss as we battle tongues, bite and suck at lips surprises me, but is fucking awesome. The desire rolling from Sky matches mine; I no longer need to doubt she wants a physical us, as she presses herself against me, squeezing her legs around my waist.

The blinding light of lust threatens and I pull away from the kiss. “So? Tell me. What do you want me to do?”

“Kiss me again.”

“Is that all?”

I groan as Sky’s swollen lips meet mine, and relish the taste of the girl I thought would never kiss me again; who’s giving me the breath I need. I slide my mouth along her neck, gently at first, placing my lips against the point her blood pulses toward me, then nip at her skin and dip my tongue into the hollow of her neck. Sky wriggles at the sensation, and I hold her in place, hand against her back. Self-control slips down a notch as I carefully slip a hand beneath her clothes. My fear she’ll push me away is unwarranted because instead Sky shifts so my fingers brush her hardened nipples beneath the satin of her bra and pushes herself closer.

I steady myself with one hand on the counter and stroke her breast with the other, running a finger across the peaked nipple. Where our bodies connect, I push harder against Sky, already obsessing how wet she’ll be for me, and whether I’ll get to explore exactly how much. The idea sends more blood from my brain to my cock straining against my jeans, against her.

“Anything else?” I ask, hoping her list of things to do matches mine. “Tell me what else.”

Sky pulls my hand from her skin and shifts, but my sinking disappointment is wiped away when she quickly drags her top over her head and deftly unhooks her bra, dropping both to the floor besides me.

I stare, ability to speak gone. Sky, semi-naked, and for me.

Holy crap
.

Yes.

I yank my t-shirt off too, desperate to feel the warmth of our skin on skin, shivering at the arousing sensation of Sky’s nails across my tight abs.

Those tits. Perfect pink nipples hiding behind her long hair, just waiting for me. I gently trace my finger around the soft flesh. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”

Dipping my head, I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. A low sound in Sky’s throat is accompanied by her arching herself closer. I tease her, running my tongue from her nipple to the swell of her breast; around, then down, my lips and tongue across every inch of her exposed skin. Sky’s body is the map to the place I’ve searched for my whole life, but never knew I was looking for.

Sky trembles beneath my attentions, and I shake too, from the intensity of holding back. This woman is unravelling beneath my hands and mouth; I can easily guide this to satisfaction for both of us but am determined not to yet. Sky rubbing herself against me, legs latched around my waist isn’t helping; I could easily fall onto her, cover Sky’s heated body with mine and get rid of the rest of her clothes.

Perspiration slicks my forehead as I pull away from my concentration on her gorgeous tits and return to exploring Sky’s mouth. Sky’s smooth skin meets mine, nipples against my chest. Another small sound of arousal and Sky presses against me, as if wanting our bodies to meld, welcoming my deep kisses, holding my face as if I might change my mind.
As if.

The growing heat and the responsiveness of Sky’s body at every touch is the indication I need. I slide a hand between us, twisting undone the button on her shorts.

Sky’s kiss stops and she takes a sharp breath.

“I want to touch you. Is that okay?” I whisper.

Don’t say no.

“Please…”

Exhaling in relief, I hastily dig my fingers between the shorts and her skin, attempting to reach her panties. This isn’t going to work; they’re too fucking tight and need to come off. I tug at them and when I shift, Sky’s fingers reach the button on my jeans, too.

This is the point I knew I’d reach where my body screams at me to get naked and screw her on the counter, and my confused head tells me that’s not a good idea. But she wants this. Sky’s trying to get my dick out, for fuck’s sake.

No.

Yes.

Fucking
no
.

Pulling together the very small amount of honourable intention left, I place my hand on Sky’s. “No. Just you. Mine are staying on.”

But yours aren’t, I can’t control myself that much
.

I roughly drag her shorts and panties off and run a hand against the velvet skin of her thigh, eager to discover how wet I make Sky; how much I’ve changed the mind of the girl who called me a dickhead and said she wasn’t interested.

My heart hammers against my chest, breath escaping me, as my fingers reach their goal.

So fucking wet…
I slide my fingers across her hot pussy, closing my mouth over Sky’s as I find her clit and circle with my thumb. She groans into my mouth, relaxing back against my other arm holding her in place, and widens her legs so I can explore further. I tease, running a finger along her slick heat until she pushes her hips forward.

Fuck.
I push a finger inside her, unable to believe she’s doing this with me, but so fucking happy she is as I seek out the soft spot so many guys have no clue about. Sky swears under her breath, digging her fingers into my back as I stroke, keeping my thumb against her clit. Sky closes her eyes, mouth parted, short breaths escape, the sight and sound igniting my own desire.

“You're so fucking wet,” I growl, moistening my lips at the thought of tasting her as her arousal slicks my fingers. Sky’s shallow breaths become pants and the way she meets the movement of my hand with her hips indicates how close she is to coming.

No way, Sky. This won’t be over quickly.

I have control of myself and of this whole situation.

Of Sky
.

“What are you doing to me?” she murmurs and I’m unsure if this is directed at me or if she’s lost in the haze of her own pleasure.

“Whatever you want me to do. Or do you want me to stop?” I keep up the movement with my fingers, loving the way her lack of control contrasts mine and smirk to myself as her shaking fingers go back to my jeans. I push Sky’s hand away and she almost tips backward before I support her on the counter again. “No, I said you.”

“But I want...” I place my mouth on Sky’s, shutting her up and focusing on her, diverting myself from thoughts of her hands – or mouth – on my cock.

Sky’s eyes open as I step back; the pink of her cheeks has spread across her chest, nipples hard. Drinking in the sight of the naked Sky, I slip a finger into my mouth, relishing her arousal. “I want to taste you.”

Sky doesn’t say no, not that I pause long enough to wait for a response. Kneeling. I grip Sky’s legs, dragging her hips off the counter toward my face, aware of my hands shaking as I dig my fingers into her perfect ass. I flick my tongue along her inner thigh, teasing myself and her. Sky mumbles something I can’t hear, as I run my tongue between her legs, savouring the musky sweetness as I search out her clit.

“Fuck, you’re wet and hot and fuck…” I murmur against her pussy and she moves against me, gasping as I push my tongue inside her. 

Call me a selfish lover, but I know what I like, and get what I want. This way of pleasing a chick, I fucking love. The satisfaction of the way they lose it when I go down on them gives me power that turns me the fuck on. Why selfish? If I’m not in the mood for a long session, they usually don’t care if I make them come first then fuck them hard and fast until I’m done.

Not this time.

This is about Sky, not about me wanting a quick fuck. At this moment, for the first time in my life, the only thing that matters is the woman whose legs I have my head buried between; my own physical need on the back burner.

I place a hand on Sky’s belly and continue my attentions, listening for the cues as to what she likes, and aware from her breathing when to stop so this doesn’t end for her too soon. As she gets wetter, I tease her more, Sky knows I’m deliberately stopping, and the more she arches her back and pushes against me, digging her hands into my hair, the more often I stop. Her legs shake against my neck as I plunge my fingers into her, alternating my tongue and thumb against her swollen clit.

I push Sky to the brink for the last time, as her legs grip me in frustration Sky cries out. Her muscles tighten around my fingers and I’m seconds away from dragging my jeans down and feeling how hot and tight she is surrounding my cock instead.

Fuck, Dylan…

Aware I need to disengage myself from the scent and taste of her; I drag Sky into my lap and bury my face in her hair. My whole body is alight with need, ball-achingly hard, and I summon images to distance myself from the situation. The sea. The beach. The cold. The rain. Nothing works because Sky’s obvious desire to keep this going is demonstrated by her attempt to unbutton my jeans again.

Fuck
.

I’ve managed so far. I can do this.

“No. Just no,” I say breathlessly.

Her fingers slide across my face, stroking the damp skin. “Please, Dylan, you said what I wanted?”

Sky, be quiet.
“Nice try.”

“You're being unfair.”

“I know, and to myself.” I close my eyes again, the knowledge there’s only my jeans between me and her hot, wet pussy isn’t helping. I need to move. “Fuck, this is hard.”

“I'm aware of how hard. You could...”

I heave in some control with a breath. “No. Fuck, Sky, I want to so fucking much but no.” Tightening my arms around her waist, I switch to touching her back, gently, keeping my hands away from her ass.

Sky sits naked on my lap, damp skin, glowing from the orgasm I gave her and she’s offering so much more.
I’m a fucking saint
. “How about some more snuggling?” I suggest.

“Snuggling…?” The disappointment in her voice almost makes me laugh.

I stand and Sky wraps her legs around me, resting her head against my neck, placing her soft lips against my skin. Is taking her into the bedroom really such a smart idea?

Yes, because I have one final thing to show her, show myself, and only one thing I want from Sky tonight.

I carry her upstairs, kissing her hair and face as I do. The bed is large and empty, as my bed always is, but tonight I want Sky with me. I drag back the duvet and fall into the bed with her. We melded tonight without the final step, without ruining a future with the chance I might change my mind about her if we fuck. Yeah, I want to claim the last piece of Sky she’s willing to give me, but not yet. Not until I’m sure she won’t regret getting carried away in the intensity of the moment.

Sky turns away, wrapping my arm around her breasts, and pushes closer, her beautiful round ass against me. The moonlight trails across the bed, casting a glow across my radiant Sky.

Holding tightly, I brush my lips against her neck, heartbeat slowing in the peace of the place we’re cocooned in. “I haven’t slept with someone else for years. Don’t leave my bed tonight,” I whisper.

“I don’t want to.” Sky dips her head and gently kisses the arm I have wound around her chest.

Sky’s rapid breathing shallows, and her heart beating against my arm gradually slows. I soak in every touch, every sound, the lingering scent of sex, no longer fighting my need to finish what my body aches for. By not taking that final step with Sky, I’ve created something new. I’ve proved that I’m more, she’s more, and that together we’ve taken the first step to somewhere new that can exist longer than a couple of days.

I kiss Sky’s hot cheek, unsure if she’s still awake, and whisper, “I love the world we're in, where you'll always be my summer Sky. I could live here forever.”