Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

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RORY

What was I even doing? Scouring the shower, again? I set the sponge on the bathroom counter and left it there, meaning to go back for it, but wanting another slice of toast more than I wanted to clean. I couldn't help it, the sourdough Susette had stocked me with was so amazing, and slathered with cashew cheddar, I couldn't get enough of it.

Susette'd insisted that the best way to combat pregnancy nausea was to prevent it by always keeping carbs in my stomach, and she was 100% right about that! Bananas, apples, and bread seemed to be the things that worked for me, and it didn't matter why, it only mattered that I had them in my house when I wanted them.

Slipping a second piece of bread into the toaster, I laughed at myself. I had a vat of homemade cheese on the counter next to an array of bananas that looked like something from a circus act. Giggling nearly turned to tears, but I choked that back. No, I wasn't gonna let hormones dictate my feelings. Emotion was my superpower, and I was in charge.

Until the toaster binged too early and my bread wasn't brown enough, but I didn't want to wait before shoving it in my face, so I had to eat underdone toast with extra thick cheese spread, and that made me want to cry. Rolling my eyes, I just let it all well up. That was the fastest way to get through the ridiculousness of it all.

The sadness was gone in a flash, replaced by something more feral when I felt Slydar's molasses self coming towards the apartment, and I was breathless by the time he was through the door and in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around me and pulling my back to his chest.

Lips trailing down my neck, one hand on my swollen breasts, teasing my nipples and reminding me what he'd made me do last night. Nipple stim orgasm. He'd been researching everything he could do to a woman's body and intended to make sure he was proficient at all of it before our lives got turned upside down with babies, and he was making me nuts.

Yeah, the nipple stim had been good, but it was too intense, and I'd gotten truly angry with him during all that because I needed him to fuck me, but he refused. It hadn't exactly been an argument, I mean, who could actually fight during something that felt so good, but I had been properly mad about it at the time. Later he'd promised to never do it again. Unless I wanted it. Which I swore I wouldn't.

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And standing there in the kitchen the next day, I knew I'd been right. He could enjoy himself with my huge boobs all he wanted, but he needed to touch the rest of me too, and he was more than happy to do so. My body was doing all kinds of strange things during the pregnancy, and Slydar was one of those men who found me carrying his child the most erotic thing he'd ever known.

Please, I whimpered against his mind, pushing my back into him. His fingers found my wet need, and I moaned in relief. I needed it. Needed it so bad I didn't care where I was, or how much clothes I had on, so he touched me like I needed, and I held onto the kitchen counter as I broke. He turned me around, pushing against me, devouring my mouth, all of the games he used to play with me long forgotten. It was just hunger and raw need.

I dropped his pants to the floor while he groaned against my mouth and pulled off my shirt. Were we really gonna do this in the kitchen? He caught the edge of that in my thoughts and pushed me back towards our bedroom, never taking his lips off mine as we careened down the hallway.

Then our clothes were off, and he was on top of me.

Rory, his mind choked out, desperate. I slid him into me, and he groaned in relief, loosing himself and forgetting everything else. My body rose to meet his, and a smile graced my face as I peaked again, Sly so full in me, and all I could think about was his thickness and what I wanted from his body. He groaned again at my thoughts, wanting nothing more than to let go and give me what I wanted. He smiled too, looking down at me, pulling back so he could see my plump breasts and slide one hand over them then down my belly.

With his palm against my lower body, I writhed, Sly, now! Eyes closing, he kept moving, and I felt that beautiful moment before his body let go, then the rush of it pulled us both under as he released the way we both needed. He wrapped around me, body and soul as we were both overcome. Again. Three months like that, and every time it was missionary position and the best sex we'd ever had, him always coming undone on top of me, then both of us turning into ooey-gooey piles of emotion.

Rolling us over, Slydar pulled me on top of him, smiling into my hair, and surrounding me and the life within me with love and tenderness.

I love you so much Rory. You're so beautiful, and I can't stop.

Don't even think about stopping, Sly. I couldn't stand it if you did.

I felt his smile just as much as I felt his fingertips stroking up my back. And it wasn't enough. My body felt those fingers and noticed how wet it was between my legs, and it wanted more. A lot more.

So Sly grabbed my hips and moved us again. I broke on top of him that time, then he flipped me over because I still wasn't done, but I couldn't even say what I wanted. I didn't know, all I knew was need. Ferocious, hungry need, and he felt it, so he gave it to me, pushing his core into mine as something within me opened.

Slydar! It was a mental scream of something passionate and raw, but it was more than that. It was a demand, and if he didn't meet it, I thought I would die, so he groaned and moved, and as I crested that fourth time, the world turned cold and dark, and I saw something new.

An endless ocean of night. Pitch black.

Blinking, confused, I came back to myself, Slydar panting on top of me, blinking just as hard as I did. Neither of us said anything because there weren't words for something like that. But we tucked it away in our memories. It would be over thirty years before we'd understand what that had been about, but it didn't matter.

Time had a way of being circular when it needed to be.