Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

SLYDAR

Henh heh. How ya like my chapter title? Hah! Still laughin' about it myself! So, here's how it went:

You've read Book 3 of the Known Cosmos series, right? Well, I have to. Years ago when Rory introduced me to the Press and got me roped into the family secret identity business. Only, she changed the names to Ben and Vicky so I wouldn't be readin' kink about her Uncle and Aunt, and boy oh boy did I learn some things from Shah— I mean, Vicky.

Now, I've put a lot of that to good use over the years, and it's 100% reliable. Every word leads to good times if you just go with it and let your body take over while you're havin' a good time with the person you love. But, there was a whole section that I'd never explored with Rory, because, well, I never saw the need.

The Cosmos gave us hands and mouths, and that had always worked just fine. No, wait, what am I saying, "fine?" There was nothing FINE about it. Absofuckinglutely amazing is how every intimate encounter was, not "fine."

But, we were on an eclipse chasing tour, and I'd watched the animated films called Eclipse Chasers of Yester Rear and Eclipse Chasers Up The Rear, and I intended to try some of those things that had never seemed necessary.

We were on a starliner, after all. And it was sorta shaped like a butt plug, wasn't it? I giant, flying anal vibrator hurtling itself across space. Haaaaaa. Nope, I'll never stop laughin' 'bout that.

We wrapped up our first dinner, said goodnight to all our friends and made our way to our cabin, me holding Rory's hand, thumb tracing the inside of her palm, keeping my thoughts completely to myself. I pulled her towards the bathroom once I'd made sure our door was locked.

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No need to pull the window shades closed; we were hurtling through space, so no one was gonna see in. The bathroom was amazing. The kind where it's one big room with two shower heads on one side, then a wide double sink and a toilet that receded into the wall if you wanted it to. Fancy and perfect for two people who stripped down and got funky showering each other off.

Rory didn't understand, though, the shower was preamble. We got good and worked up, and she wanted to climb me like a tree, but I pulled her into the bedroom after toweling us down.

Under the pillow, I'd hidden the edible lube and the vibrator, but I'd never used it before. That's where things got interesting. Rory lubed me which made me wanna explode, then I lubed the contraption, but couldn't remember how to turn it on. Rory was already on her knees waiting for me to get to it, and I was fiddling with the thing, needing glasses I wasn't wearing to see it.

She cracked up and turned around, holding out her hand, so I gave it to her. She got it sorted, then I was a little scared of it 'cuz, ya know, my backside. Technology. It seemed like a weapon, not a toy. I didn't even need to say anything to send Rory into fits of giggles.

Which made me crack up, and the mood was sorta lost, but I was determined. We wouldn't be the only couple denied a starliner experience. We had to make it work.

So, Rory got me all worked up again by hiding the vibrating contraption under a pillow. I still knew it was there, and I could hear the damn thing, but well, her mouth was on me, so I decided to forget about it.

Until she snuck in the back door. Yeah, the way I liked: finger, the usual. Good. So good. Yeah, baby, more of that. Then it wasn't my wife's soft finger it was something shaky and cold, and it felt pretty good but still, a weapon up my ass, and Rory telling me to take her from behind, which I did, but I couldn't concentrate.

Because of the thing in my ass that was convulsing in a sorta pleasant, sorta terrifying way.

Rory was hot, though, and into it, so I gave her what she needed, and when she was close, I let go, getting with the flow, and yeeee howdy. That damn book had been RIGHT.

Wanna get off like a rocket when you're ON a rocket? Get yourself one a them toys and get busy with the person you love. Both a ya will have the time of your life, and you'll never forget it.

Whew! I could do it again today, and I'm sixty years old writin' this down. Don't worry, the trip aboard The Chaser isn't over, there's more to come, but aren't ya glad I told you all about that first night?

"Helluva first night, babe."