Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

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SLYDAR

"Ummmggghhh," I groaned against Rory's neck, hand roaming her belly, cock hard against her naked backside. Naked because she'd fallen asleep unclothed after I'd ridden her to ecstasy last night.

Dawn hadn't even lightened the sky, and I needed her again. I couldn't get enough. Every scent. Every sight. Every thought of her plump tits and growing body made me hard, and everyday it was a struggle to go to work 'cuz all I wanted to do was watch her slice toast and waddle around the kitchen. Or get in the shower with her. Or push her back against the bed and taste her then slide home while she thought about my cum.

Yeah, that's exactly how it was goin' with the two of us: every time I was on top of her, she couldn't stop thinking about my cock releasing into her, and I'd never get enough of her thinking that, so, of course, I wanted more of it. The whole thing was madness, and I didn't know what I was gonna do because we were getting close to that point when it wouldn't just be a vague thing that she was pregnant with my child.

Babies were naturally telepathic, or at least, that's what everyone in my family thought, and in every single pregnancy, the child's mind had come online in the fifth month.

Could I keep banging Rory several times a day, making her think about my cum and loving every second of it once our child's mind was right there with us? How perverse would that be? I decided to stop thinking about it because she was soft and so wet for me, and pushing against my fingers. Maybe she'd come for me like this. No, no it wasn't enough. I needed my mouth on her nipples. I needed—

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I pushed her on her back, mouth devouring hers, cock hard against her thigh as she moaned, hand roaming her breasts, remembering how crazy I'd driven her last time. My lips trailed down her neck and down 'til they found a nipple, and she wove her fingers into my dreads, screaming into my mind, exactly how I liked.

Sly!

What was I gonna do? Was I gonna give her what she wanted? Ummmghhh. Hella yeah, I was. I kissed down her belly and smiled. Oh yeah, she was gonna come so hard.

Let go, Rory. Come for me, baby.

Slydar!

I know.

She broke, me grinnin' like a mad fool. A damned hungry mad fool. Fuck.

Before she even came back down, I slid home, pulling her hips like I needed them, looking down at her body, so full of life. The life I'd put there. Her mind went exactly the same place it always did: to my swollen cock and what it would release.

Fuck upon fuuuuuckkkks.

She clenched around me, and I couldn't help the yell. I wanted it so bad. So bad.

Oh gods, baby, Rory, fucking hells, what you do to me.

I was just about to let loose when Rory stilled.

Shocked, I stopped, trying to figure out if somethin' was wrong, and then my eyes flew open, not quite alarmed, but awed.

Rory was blinkin' her eyes, smiling, and a huge grin broke out on my face, mirroring hers.

Then we laughed because we felt him. Our son. It wasn't like a person, it was just a sense of love, of joy, and it wasn't weird that we were about to come undone, and there was a third presence we could sense. It was natural and full of happiness. Like that was what sex was for: life.

So I smiled at Rory, and she thought about my cum, and my smile faded as that feral need returned. I moved, pounding and getting lost, and we broke, shuddering against each other, hearts colliding in a torrent of emotion.

No, we didn't see that ocean of black again. That didn't happen for a long time, and we didn't need it to. All we needed was that single moment, wrapped up in each other; lost, knowing only wave after wave of bliss, and that was all we wanted anyway.