Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

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NAYTH

I wanted to tell Ryst about the Helix hotel and the rooftop suite we landed in, and she wanted to hear about it. But she could feel me repeating, "Wife, wife, wife," deep inside, and she wanted me to claim her body and soul, not just the title. I wasn't about to leave her waiting for me.

The auto played "Before," and my wife and I danced beneath two moons in the Floreno dance beyond seduction. The dance of lovers bound in a tryst of desire and want. The perfect song for how our bodies had always been one, and our hearts had always known each other. We danced, and we claimed each other, and we belonged.

I let the song fade and carried her over to the stream that ran across the rooftop, where it kept going through the enclosed apartment and over the edge of the roof then spilled down the side of the Helix. In the July heat, the water of the rooftop stream was warm as our bodies sank into it and into each other.

I lifted Ryst onto the waterfall where I could stand in the stream as she laid back in a shallow pool of water so I could show her what a man's tongue is really for. Her legs wrapped around my neck, and her fingers dug into my scalp. I got lost in my Methela.

Ryst was right on the edge— no, we were right on the edge. I could feel it, and I wanted it too, but she stopped me. Not what I was expecting at that moment. I paused, brain rapidly cataloguing everything that had just happened. She was fine, nothing wrong. She was on the edge and about to fall over, and she didn't want to. My confused brain wasn't keeping up.

Then I understood something I'd never seen in her before. She liked it best when I came into her. That what was she wanted. She felt my confusion and laughed inside. Yeah, of course she liked multiple orgasms, but the ones she liked the best were us together and me filling her.

I closed my mouth over her again; I couldn't help it. Ryst pulled at my hair to stop me. She wanted me inside her. She wanted to make me come into her. She didn't want to be in the water anymore. She wanted to try something with me and would I help her?

Of course, Methela.

I moved us to the nearby shiki cushion. She wanted me come into her, so I was on top of her starting to make love to her when she stopped me again and pushed me back. I remembered the time a few weeks ago when she pushed me onto my back and demanded I enjoy it while she fucked me senseless.

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She saw that flash through my mind, and she saw that I didn't want that right now. I wanted gentleness. She knew, and she wanted to try something she'd never done before, would I help her?

I know I'm not patient, Nayth. I need you. Help me. Give me your patience.

Of course, Methela.

Relax for me, Nayth.

I stilled. It was so hard. Ryst was on fire, and my body demanded I give hers what it needed, but I rested against the shiki. She straddled me, and my hands roamed up her thighs, but she pushed my arms down against the cushion.

Help me, Nayth. Be the patient one. I need your patience.

Of course, Methela.

Then my being split. I was no longer just Nayth. I was Ryst, on top of me, straddling me, body full of need. I was my physical body, holding as still as I could on the cushion.

And I was the inside me, writhing and moaning beneath Ryst, aching with longing to fill her up with me. I let the moans out softly, but I held myself still the way she asked me to.

That got a lot harder to do when she grasped the base of my cock and slid down onto me. I gasped out and forced myself back onto the cushion, commanding my arms to stay put and not grab her. I couldn't stop the groan.

Ryst was moving on me in circles, round and round and round. She was lost in pleasure, and I could tell her body wanted me to touch her clit. She was sitting straight up on top of me, and I knew she needed it. She shook her mental head at me.

Don't. Let me try this. It's working. It's working, dear stars, Nayth, it's so good. So good.

Then her muscles around my cock twitched and convulsed, and I felt the deepest internal orgasm I'd ever felt from my Methela's body. We both groaned, and I realized what she had just done.

This was how her people made babies. It was an orgasm of the womb alone, and it opened her up to receive what she needed to make a child. Was that what she wanted? To make a new life on our wedding night? She shook her mental head and reminded me of the IUD and then said aloud, breathily "Creation."

Something feral awoke within me, and Ryst gave me mental permission to move. I was up and over her and moving in her. She stilled again, pausing, so I paused with her.

Kissing her cheek, my fingers ran around the outside of her breast and down her side. She showed me "Creation."

It was a painting. It was her dreams. We were lying in tall brown grass listening to the breeze. We were the breeze which was a song. We were music. The music was a single note. The note was a single star.

No two stars colliding. Or was it a nucleus dividing?

There were ten million stars and they filled our branches for we were a tree. A tree made of stars and endless night sky. Ryst showed me eternity— all that we are, were, and will be. Our friends the stars watched us as they always had, an eternity of me and my Methela never separate.

We had thought we'd been apart, but we hadn't been, had we? We'd danced in dreams and quiet stolen moments while the stars stood watch, reminding us of home.

We were married now. We'd claimed each other. We'd chosen each other in this lifetime and all before. Eternity was behind us, within us, and before us.

We kept choosing, and we filled each other to overflowing while the stars watched and the light of two moons kissed our bare skin.