Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

RYST

"Juanna, thank you so much for doing this with me. It's great to make a new friend on Sturm, and I'm so glad you came on my stream site. People are gonna find your story inspiring and encouraging."

"It was a joy to talk to you again, Ryst. Let's do it again soon."

"Sunshine!" I closed the video with Chef Juanna. Nayth and I had decided to spend the entire twelve-hour starliner trip to Shurwinn getting caught up on work, so I'd written two articles and recorded a video with Juanna which I'd transmit sometime in the near future.

Since Nayth and I'd announced our engagement and sent out invitations to the wedding of the millennia, Living Foods was getting an enormous amount of curiosity traffic, and work felt far more daunting now that I had quadrillions of eyes watching everything I did. So, I'd written articles and recorded a video, but I wasn't making any of it public yet. I had to figure out my strategy for how I wanted to make my first public appearance as Galactic Minister Nayth Carmidee's betrothed, and I was dragging my heels.

The big Shurwinn wedding was less than a year away, and it was already the dominant thing in my life. No matter how much Peydran tried to take the heat off me, it was just too big to ignore.

I could feel Nayth and Ren laughing with glee, and when I pulled my earbuds out, I heard loud music coming down the hallway of the starliner. Something funky and upbeat. I jumped up to see what they were doing and heard Ren and Nayth singing, "Come Slammin' into me, baby, everytiiiii-iiiii—iiiime!" in an awesome harmony riff.

Laughing, I joined the dance party as Nayth got up all on me singing, "Ungh, ah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"

As the song came to a close, I rasped out, "Ren?! Hilarious! Was there something in there about the navel of Delphi? Was this the song inspired by my moving lecture on the Sistine Chapel?"

Ren just smiled and shrugged his shoulders in a "What're you gonna do?" gesture.

"The 'Come Slammin' into me, baby, every time,' lyric is mine!" Peydran said with glee.

"And you're proud of it too, aren't ya?"

We played it through again, dancing and laughing, then I went back to my workspace to keep being productive. I reviewed the half-hour video I had just done with Juanna, and decided that it was the perfect first public appearance since our wedding announcement because it was authentic. It was just me and Juanna talking about her journey as an augment who had a very rough time in the beginning but who found hope and healing through living foods and connecting with people through the joy of opening her own restaurant.

It was a story of love, and it didn't need to say anything about me and Nayth and giant weddings. It was about a real person who had a real story, and that was who I wanted to be on my stream site. Not gossip-cast fodder. So, if it was boring, well, it was boring.

I decided to stop thinking of my entire life as a big production for the wedding curious, and transmitted the video in its plain, unadorned state out to the public. I felt like I had just made the best choice I could make for myself and my business: to be real and authentic and not get dragged into the wedding drama.

Next task: review Nayth's sketches of renovation ideas for my casita.

A freshly-showered Nayth appeared wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Pulling me into a hug, he asked, "I'm done working, and it looks like you are too. Why don't you go shower and then have dinner with me?"

When I got out of the shower in our small suite, there was a little table laden with a curry, a salad, and a dessert of pears drizzled with a spicy-sweet glaze and a sharp cashew nut cheese. Every dish was served out of one container, and it was all exceptional. "Ummm. Thank you, Ahtah, that was a wonderful dinner."

"Glad you liked it," he said as he picked up the small table and put it in the hallway. "Now, how 'bout a massage?" he asked, leading me to the small bed. It was slightly narrower than a queen-sized mattress, but still long enough to hold Nayth's long legs.

"Ummm," I hummed in agreement as he started working on my scalp. Heavenly! Those guitar-honed fingers did luscious things to my head, unwinding any remembrance of tension. He worked his way down my neck and shoulders and all the way to my toes, and I turned into putty.

Oddly, I still had my bandeau and shorts on. Oh well. I forgot to care. He flipped me over and massaged my face and down my arms and across my belly and legs and down to my toes again, then worked his way up and things took a decidedly interesting turn, but he kept my clothes on.

I smiled wondering what we were doing when Nayth put his left hand under my right buttock and his right palm at the junction of my hip and slowly rocked, opening it up and relaxing it. It was mesmerizing and deeply hypnotic.

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I could tell he was anticipating something, but whatever it was, he had it in a lockbox in his mind, and it was out of my sight. All I could tell was that he wanted me to feel really good and really relaxed. We still had four hours of the trip home, so I was happy to oblige him.

He kept going like that, massaging and rocking my pelvis and then my ribcage. Then his thumbs went down around my belly button and traced the waist line of my shorts. I felt my own desire rise, and I felt his, but still he kept my clothes on. He wanted to take his time tonight.

I decided to let him because whatever he was doing felt amazing. His thumbs traveled across my waistline and up my sides to my bandeau, then slightly under it so they grazed my breasts. Ummm. I let the moans out.

Finally, he pushed the bandeau up, and I raised my arms so he could slide it off me. He kissed my belly and worked his way up, lathing my nipples and then back down and down, but the shorts stayed on.

He just kept kissing down to my pubic bone over my shorts while his thumbs traveled up my thighs, pushing underneath my shorts. My hands were in his hair, pulling him against me as his nose rubbed circles right where I needed it, and his thumbs finally reached the bare skin between my legs.

"Nayth, Nayth, please," I gasped.

"Mmmmm," he moaned against me, and I finally saw in his mind what he wanted to do, and he knew it would take a lot of time.

I agreed, Yeah, I've done it, but never with another person. Just myself. It takes a lot of time, and it has to be really vigorous at the end to work.

He knew. He'd watched a lot of instructional porn videos on female ejaculation, but hadn't ever done it. He really, really, wanted us to do it together.

I agreed. The way he'd gotten me worked up, I'd have no trouble giving him the satisfaction of it tonight.

Towels? He slid two under me. Nipple stim helps too. I can do that part while you keep going, I told him.

He groaned, pushing his nose against my shorts-covered clit. Fuck, I was gonna come if he didn't stop that. He backed up, slid my shorts down and off, and opened the mango seed butter we always had nearby. With one finger, he started deeply massaging next to my clit, but not touching it.

I writhed all over the bed, squeezing my breasts and watching him watching me. We were both on fire. I started to tell him what I wanted next, but I didn't have to. He could feel my body wanting him to sink into me and push up.

"Two fingers, Nayth," I begged, breath trembling. He obeyed, groaning as I lost all awareness of anything but insane pleasure. In my mind, he said things that made me crazy.

You're so beautiful, Ryst. You taste so good. I love licking you this way. Let me taste you, baby. Be a good girl and relax against me. Let me have this, baby. It's so good. You are so beautiful, Methela. You have no idea what you do to me when you moan like that. You're so beautiful, Ryst.

His fingers inside me stilled, and his lips gently suckled my clit, and my hands went to his head again, holding him against me as I cried out. His tongue stopped, and his fingers inside me went back to moving with deep pressure against the upper wall, hitting that perfect spot.

Then they slowed, and he pinched my clit between two well-lubed fingers, running up and down the outside of it in a riot of pleasure, then his mouth was on me again, stoking me into a tempest. His lips stopped, and we both knew I was just about ready.

Nayth was groaning as much as I was as he slid his two fingers with vigor, pressing hard, upwards and pumping quickly in the vibration my body needed, then added his other hand over my clit, hitting exactly the right spots in exactly the right rhythm. I pushed against him and then let go in a gush of ecstasy.

It felt like my heart and soul split into pieces, and as I cried out, Nayth pulled me to his chest with one arm. I had to have his body against my heart; it was too much to handle it without his body on mine. Groaning, he pulled me tight against him and kept pumping his fingers between my legs as I convulsed, shook, and whimpered in pleasure against him.

I don't know how long it lasted, but my brain was so filled with rapture and light that I couldn't see.

Eventually I remembered that I had a husband, and that he was holding me, gasping for breath, as overcome as I was. I could tell he was blinking as rapidly as me, trying to remember who we were and where we were.

Slowly, our breathing normalized and Nayth stilled, taking inventory. Yes, I was fine. Better than fine. I could tell the moment he started to feel smug. He was damn proud of himself, and to top it off, he was still hard, so the evening wasn't done.

I laughed against his chest, and kissed his skin, wrapping my arms around his torso. So good, Ahtah. So good. Thank you. That was awesome!

I know, he said back. We're doing this more often. Once a week. Date night.

I laughed as he pushed on top of me and slid down so his cock was at my entrance and lowered his mouth over mine, kissing me deeply and groaning into my mouth. I wanted him inside me, but the moment he started to sink into me, we both stilled in shock.

Something zinged between us, pelvis to pelvis. It was as though some unseen force gripped us and ran between our bodies. Almost painful, but pleasure. A shocking intensity drew something out of him and into me and out of me and into him. Some kind of electric current ran between our bodies.

Both of our minds instantly tried to catalog what was going on, but neither of us knew what it was. We both groaned, and he sank into me then held still as the current ran through us, up our pelvises to our breast bones, our throats, our foreheads, and out the tops of our heads.

Nayth pressed his forehead against mine as silver and golden lights raced through us. Blinding. Piercing. Painful. Pleasurable. I held onto his torso, gasping against his mouth. The light subsided, and we moved in tandem, lost to pleasure again.

The waves rose, crested, and fell as we floated into bliss.

We saw two stars collided, one golden and one silver, and they were held in the hands of two gigantic beings.

One female. One male.

They smiled at us, and we knew no more.

"Ungh, clouds, I'm sorry, Ryst. I'm crushing you," said the voice of my beloved.

Groggily, I let him roll us over so I was on top of him. "Mmm" was all I could say in reply.

Nayth chuckled underneath me, and I rubbed my cheek against him.

"Time?" I asked

"We have an hour before we arrive at the Transfer Station."

I nodded, trying to get my brain to come back online.

"Well, I think we ought to stay off of starliners for a while," I giggled. "Sands knows what will happen if we keep doing stuff like this. I think we left the Known Cosmos for a bit."

"I'm still thinking weekly date night, with 'Come Slammin' as required pre-date dancing track. That was the best time of my life!"

"I love you, Nayth Carmidee."

"I love you too, Ryst. Should we get dressed?"

"Probably. Maybe I'll care in a few minutes. I'm going to have a lot to write about in my journal."