Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

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RYST

"Tell me about the hotel we're in, Nayth. It's called The Helix?"

"Uhmm hmmm," I nodded. "I built it three years ago. Here—" I opened up a pad, showing her pictures of the building. The whole thing had glass windows, and it was two buildings twisted around each other— like a double helix.

"The interior is the lifts. Elevators run up the center, and the two outer buildings wrap around that."

"It's a gorgeous work of art, Ahtah. So pretty!"

"Thanks, love. We can stay here whenever we're in town. No one else uses the apartment up here; it's mine."

"And where we are, the rooftop, all of this? It's flower shaped?" she asked.

"Yes, the Purdy Chrysanthemum. It's a protected endemic flower. Part of the hotel proceeds go to the Purdy Conservation Project. It's what I did when I built The Helix— a conjunction of natural preservation and innovative architecture."

"Did you design this? It's amazing!"

I nodded, "Yeah. Well, it was my idea. A team of structural engineers and architects took my ideas and made The Helix. I'm really happy with how it turned out. Aaaannnd: it was a big component of getting me into the Ministry job. It won several awards and happened at exactly the right time when the former minster died unexpectedly."

"I had no idea The Helix would propel me so high when I first dreamt it up, but that's how this whole thing works. I get an idea I know I have to follow through on, and then things happen. What do you want for breakfast? We'll have room service bring everything up."

"Maybe a huge fruit salad and nuts and some avocados? I need more calories. I'm gonna go greet the sun. Okay?"

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I nodded, ordered breakfast, pulled on 3/4 length tights, and joined her, shirtless, in the rooftop garden for morning exercise. I stood a few paces behind her and started my kata, watching her.

Ryst was gorgeous, breathing deeply and flowing from form to form in an acrobatic dance beyond anything my two martial arts had ever dreamed of. I could feel her, in our inner mental merge, and she was smiling at me watching her. She moved through a lunge and twisted so she faced me, watching me.

You want a show, baby? I'll give you a show. I let Flauta, the Florian martial art, take over and added an extra set of movements, looking something like a belly-dancing ninja. I started to see pictures in my wife's mind. She was thinking of me dancing with Ren last night. She was into it. Ooooh— Ryst was into homoerotica.

I decided to give her some mental pictures to enjoy. Me out here in the morning sun enjoying some male company with— hmm? Who would she find sexy? Woah— I picked up another image out of her mind.

Wait, what? In a backbend? Nude? With ah— a man blowing me? I started trying to figure out how to even do that. I'd never done a backbend, hmm. I could feel her giggling inside. She helpfully sent me mental instructions showing how beginners get into backbends.

I stripped off my tights and pushed into the backbend for her.

Backbend, check.

Erection, check.

My Methela was still moving through her forms, giggling inside. I was naked and erect and wondering what to do now? Who would she like to see blow me? I tried thinking of sexy Florian actors, then her hands were on my skin, and her lips kissing my left side.

Oh, holy hells. Good gods, my love didn't want anyone else getting me off, even in a fantasy. Was she seriously— You're a thousand times better than any Florian, Ryst.

Fucking clouds, could I do this? Come on, Nayth, find a way. I groaned. She worked her way down past my belly button. Fuck. Oh fuck.

That's the idea. My naughty wife said in our secret language.

I laughed out loud. It came out kind of strangled since I was upside down. I couldn't feel my hands anymore. She was an inch away from my cock when she said:

Beg.

I burst out laughing.

I had to think of something sexy to say. Come on, Nayth. Be sexy. You're a rock star at dirty talk. Forget about all the blood rushing to your head.

Not "I'll give you forty credits if you blow me, Ryst." That's not sexy.

Why couldn't I think?

"Please. Please, Honey. Fuck me the way you like it. I'll do anything. I'll be good. I promise."

I couldn't help following that with a laugh. She rewarded me. Dear gods, her mouth always felt so good. I groaned.

"Fuck, oh fucking clouds, love. Oh my fucks upon fucks, baby."

My head was dizzy. Could I actually do this? Can a person actually come this way? I was going to do it. I did all those damn wall squats and wanked my way across the galaxy to be with her mentally, so I could do this and let her fuck me in real life, no matter that my arms were shaking, and I couldn't feel my legs anymore.

Ryst wasn't laughing anymore. She was so turned on she was about to come.

Oh holy hells, baby. Take us there, Ryst. Do it. Take us there.

She felt my orgasm and cried out as I released. Stars and ecstasy and—

I was breathing— barely. "Ryst? Ryst! I'm stuck. I'm stuck, baby! I don't know what to do."

She laughed and put her hands under my hips and showed me how to lower my back down to the roof. She collapsed on top of me. I couldn't feel my arms or legs. We both giggled and giggled.

"Room service came in and left in a hurry," she said.

The whole city heard us laughing.