She Came For The Stars, Stayed For His Mouth (iii)

💦Chapter 3💦

Marcus’s fingers curled inside her with deliberate pressure while he kissed her, thorough and unhurried. Elena’s hips moved against his hand of their own accord. He withdrew those fingers, brought them to her mouth, and watched as she cleaned them without being told.

“Good,” he said. “Now look at me while I fuck you.”

He rolled her onto her back, hooked both knees over his elbows, and entered her in one continuous thrust that forced a broken sound from her throat. The angle left her completely open. Marcus braced above her and began to move with steady, powerful strokes, eyes locked on hers.

“I want to see every reaction,” he told her. “Do not close your eyes or turn your head. Watch me while I take what is mine tonight.”

Elena obeyed. The intensity in his gaze matched the force of each thrust. He reached between them and rubbed her clit in tight circles. The orgasm that followed tore through her harder than any before; her back arched and her voice broke across the platform. Marcus drove through it without slowing, prolonging the spasms until she trembled beneath him.

He withdrew, kissed a slow path down her body, and settled between her thighs once more. His tongue dragged through the thick evidence of their releases, then fucked into her with focused hunger. Elena’s hands tangled in his hair. He sealed his mouth over her overstimulated clit and sucked until another climax rolled through her in long, shuddering waves.

Only then did he rise, stroke himself twice, and push back inside her. He set a deeper rhythm this time, almost grinding at the end of every stroke so that she felt him against her cervix. Elena wrapped her legs around his waist and met him.

“You are still so wet for me,” he murmured. “Even after everything I have already taken. Tell me you want more.”

“I want more,” she answered.

Marcus shifted their position without leaving her body. He sat back on his heels, pulled her astride him, and guided her down until she was fully seated. Elena began to rise and fall, his hands gripped her ass, spreading her so he could watch the place where his cock disappeared inside her.

“Ride me properly,” he said. “I want to feel you work for it.”

She braced her palms on his shoulders and increased the pace. The angle let him strike that deep place with every downward stroke. Marcus lifted his hips to meet her, matching her rhythm. One hand slid between them to circle her clit again.

“I can feel you getting close,” he said. “Do not hold it back, cum on my cock and let me feel it.”

Elena shattered, her cunt milking him in hard, rhythmic spasms. Marcus held her hips and thrust upward through the climax, forcing it higher until she collapsed against his chest. He wrapped both arms around her and continued to fuck her from below with short, deep strokes while she trembled.

When the aftershocks eased he laid her on her back once more, withdrew, and turned her onto her hands and knees. He moved behind her, notched the head of his cock against her entrance, and entered in one long thrust that forced a moan from her throat. His hands gripped her hips as he began to move—long, complete strokes that dragged against every sensitive place inside her.

“You take me so well like this,” he said. “Every time I push in, your cunt grips me as though it never wants me to leave. Reach back and spread yourself for me, I want to see everything.”

Elena obeyed. Marcus groaned at the sight and increased his pace, one hand reached around to stroke her clit in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation rebuilt the pressure with startling speed. When her next orgasm seized her he drove through it without mercy, forcing the pleasure higher until her voice carried across the empty ridge.

He pulled free, rolled her onto her back, and hooked her knees over his shoulders. The new position left her folded and completely open. He pushed inside again and fucked her with relentless power, eyes never leaving hers.

“Look at me,” he ordered. “I want your eyes while I fill you one more time.”

She held his gaze. The intensity there had not diminished, he reached between them and rubbed her clit without pause. The orgasm that followed tore a raw cry from her throat. Marcus followed almost immediately, burying himself to the hilt as he emptied into her in thick pulses.

They stayed joined afterward, breathing hard. Marcus eased out of her and gathered her against his chest. For several minutes neither spoke but Marcy hand stroked slow paths down her back.

“Dawn is still an hour away,” he said at last. “I am not finished with you.”

Elena lifted her head. “I did not expect you to be.”

He kissed her, then moved down her body once more. This time his mouth was slower, almost reverent, yet no less determined. He licked through the mixed slickness, fucked her gently with his tongue, and sucked her clit until she came again in long, rolling waves. Elena’s fingers stayed tangled in his hair throughout.

When he finally rose he was hard again. He entered her without preamble and set a deep, measured rhythm. Elena met every stroke. The pleasure built differently now—less sharp, more pervasive, a heat that seemed to fill every nerve.

Marcus braced on his forearms and watched her face. “This changes things between us,” he said. “You understand that.”

“I understand,” she answered.

“Good.” He drove deeper. “Because I have no intention of pretending tomorrow that this night did not happen. I will want you again, in the control room, the sleeping quarters. Wherever I can get you alone.”

Elena tightened around him deliberately. “Then take what you want.”

Marcus’s control slipped. His rhythm grew harder, the wet sound of their bodies louder. He reached between them and rubbed her clit in tight circles.

“Come for me,” he said. “One last time under these stars.”

She did. The climax rolled through her in powerful waves, her cunt clenching around him. Marcus followed with a low, guttural sound, grinding against her as he pulsed inside her once more. He collapsed forward, catching most of his weight on his elbows, and pressed his forehead to hers while their breathing slowed.

The first faint lightening of the eastern sky had begun. Marcus kissed the corner of her mouth, then her throat, then the upper slope of her breast. He remained inside her, still half-hard, as though reluctant to leave her body.

“The instruments will have recorded everything,” he said quietly. “We should check the data before the others arrive.”

Elena’s fingers traced the damp line of his spine. “In a few minutes.”

He smiled against her skin. “In a few minutes,” he agreed.

They stayed tangled together on the platform while the stars began to fade. Marcus’s hand continued its slow path along her side. Neither of them spoke of leaving. The night had rewritten the space between them, and both understood that the coming day would not erase it.