Free Starstruck by Paige Thomas

to calm
her fears. “I don’t care for ‘what ifs’,” he breathed into her mouth, jostling
them onto the bed.
    He loved the sweet, honeyed taste of her and his tongue
couldn’t get enough. He pushed up and leaned back on his knees, his hands
drifting down her toned belly to her jeans. Tracing the length of her legs with
his fingertips, he dragged the denim with him, hopped off the bed and tugged
her jeans over her feet. Wearing only panties, she was a vision to behold.
    He wanted nothing more at that moment than to make their
night special for her. For once, he didn’t care about his own pleasure, only
how he could use his body to please her.
    She shuffled back on her elbows, moving to the head of the
bed as he stared down at her. His hunger grew as his gaze lingered over her
breasts. He licked his lips, his mind already one step ahead, imagining the
positions he would love to put her body in.
    He ran his hands slowly up her legs until he reached the
sides of her underwear. He pulled them down with his thumbs and wiggled them
past her hips, over her toes, and let them drop to the floor. He crawled onto
the bed, kneeling at her feet. Starting at her heels, he slowly explored the
curves of her legs, brushing his thumbs up her inner thighs. Her legs parted
slightly, but he continued to her stomach, kissing, taunting, avoiding the area
he thirsted for most. He wanted their night to last. He needed her to
experience and enjoy everything he was capable of giving her.
    He delved into her exquisite navel with his tongue, grinning
when she giggled. She arched her back, pressing her body into him, and he let
forth a guttural groan. He moved his hands beneath her back as she lowered to
the sheets. When he brushed his lips over the light patch of hair between her
thighs, she quivered beneath him, sending tremors down his own spine.
    She cried out even before his tongue caressed her slick
folds, her essence his ambrosia. He drank from her as she pushed her hips
against his mouth, urging him on.
    When she ran her hand through his hair, he raised his head
to look at her. She sighed when he slid his middle finger inside her and his
thumb found her clit. He made tiny circles on her button as he entered a second
finger, drew them in and out, meeting her hips as she gently thrust against the
palm of his hand. She bent her head back against the pillow, tilting her chin
to the ceiling and panting heavily. She was close, the velvet walls of her core
clenching him, but he didn’t want her to topple just yet.
    He withdrew his fingers and ran his hands underneath her,
squeezing her ass cheeks as he cupped and lifted her, giving his mouth greater
access. He lavished her clit with flicks of his tongue and then pressed his
lips to her folds, sucking hard before releasing to gently lick again. She
whimpered, grew breathless, and it was sweet music to his ears.
    Her hips rose off the bed and bucked rhythmically against
his mouth as he continued lapping her succulent pussy. He pushed her thighs
farther apart and pressed them into the mattress to keep her still. His tongue
showed her no mercy. His cock twitched, impatient, begging to be buried inside
her. Her whimpers grew louder, morphing into the most exquisite moan as she
arched off the bed and cried his name, her legs trembling beneath his palms.
    With the pride of a lion, he slowly swiped his flattened
tongue between the folds of her pussy one last time. Grinning, he pecked quick
kisses from hip to hip as her breath steadied and she released a long sigh of
contentment.
    She pulled at his shoulders, inviting him to join her on the
pillows. He eased over her, sucking her nipple as he passed before meeting her
lips, gently lowering his weight over her.
    When he finally lifted from her mouth, she said, “We have a
problem, Houston.”
    He tilted his head to the side. “A problem?”
    “You have way too many clothes on.” She fumbled with
the button of his jeans.
    Jesse jumped off her before