Page 18 of Claiming Starlight
His expression was all inquiry, waiting for an explanation.
It felt judgmental, but it didn’t change how she felt. “They can take from me if they are the ones who need something. But if I go to them…”
He grunted. “Yeah, baby. I can see that. All right then. I know a girl.”
He opened his hands over her knees, smoothed up and down. She was naked and he could see everything. He could do anything.
Sophie closed her eyes. “Thank you.”
“Poor scared starlight. No touches? No kisses? Nothing from anyone? You touch yourself?”
That question. How could he ask that? Even in the dark, his eyes burned her with that dirty question. His hand cupped the back of her thigh and squeezed a warning.
She couldn’t answer calmly; the confession mortified her. “A little. Sometimes. Not really. Before my cycle.” She blurted. He’d moved his hands and now she covered her face, hiding. This kind of honesty was worse than being naked, worse than the unhinged, exposed way he made her feel.
“Yeah? Baby gets ripe and ready before her period? How do you touch yourself?” He sounded delighted by the information.
Micah took her hands away from her face. “Look at me. Tell me the truth. Always truth. I hate lies.”
Every command had an underlying threat now. She groaned, low and long, almost a howl. Why couldn’t he stop? His hand closed over her mouth, making her stop, before his thumb slid across her bottom lip, inside and onto her tongue, pressing down. “None of that now. I jack off when there is no one to fuck. I want to know if you do, too. Tell me.”
Eyes holding hers, he took his finger from her mouth and put it in his, tasting her. Curious, she watched him wet more fingers, before that hand went down to touch between her legs.
“Micah.” She bucked and said his name in a choked sob.
He stroked her with a barely-there rub, and it was so good. The thickness of his fingers, him leaning into her, taking over, conquering and giving. It was all so good that it terrified her. He smirked. “My baby is wet.”
At some point, to her shock, her vulva had swollen, the little hill of her clit standing up, firm and adventurous, just like she got before her period. Under the spell Micah cast, the restless, needy feeling bubbled up, the one that made her need pressure, drove her to stick her stuffed dog between her legs and hump its hard nose. She wanted this to stop, right? Didn’t like him? How could anything feel good? Why did she feel this need now?
He stroked her slit, a careful, up-and-down movement that didn’t part the folds, just tormented her with the potential, with the intimacy of his hand. She felt everything. Everything.
“What did I ask you?” he asked.
“I don’t… not my hand. I have a stuffed animal.”
“Fuck,” he gasped, hips jerking a bit.
The sound jumped from him to her. She felt it inside, hidden muscles squeezing on the empty air of it.
Nothing placated him except giving him what he asked for. He defeated her at every corner, taking and taking. And yet instead of becoming drained of hope, instead of breaking her, she was the opposite, full of light and tingles. Dark-gold honey need, his need and her own mingled in the space between their bodies and shined up her skin and her tight unbreeched center. Micah was claiming and making space for himself.
“Tell me that, and think I’m gonna let you escape, walk away. Such a baby, such innocence, and she is all fucking mine?”
His hand dipped in deeper between her legs. Overcome, she laid back, unable to see what he did. It didn’t matter. The little circles he drew were dirty, insane-perfect. “This feel good?” He laid down next to her again, tucked her against him. Her head on his arm, his palm between her legs, her leg lifted over his, he kept her open wide to his touch.
“Answer me, Sophie.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, it feels good.” The words were high and uncomfortable, breathy with embarrassment, but she managed them. It did feel good, waves of liquid pleasure that spread out in rings from his touch, a soft, perfect tap, tap, tap. Her hips moved with him, countering, trying to increase the pressure, take it deeper.
“And say my name. I want to hear it on that mouth of yours. Say it all nice and tight. ‘Yes, Micah, it feels good.’”
She took a deep breath and forced the words out., “Yes, Micah, it feels good.”
“Fuuuuuck. I fucking like that. You ever come?” he asked. His limbs were so long. The arm behind her wrapped around her front, holding her close, trapping her with an open palm on her breast.
