o do everything I did to her tonight all over again. The need I feel for her is too big to contain, spilling over with an endless amount of desire.
“What are you doing to me, my little thief?”
When she shifts shortly after, waking up, I hold her closer.
“Look.”
“Hmm?”
I point up. “See Polaris?”
“The North Star?”
Tracing the shape in the sky while I outline the star tattoo on Blair’s back, I point out, “You can see the Little and Big Dipper constellations.”
“Cool.” Blair sits up, leaning toward the sky. “They’re part of bigger constellations. I have a book on mythology upstairs that tells the story.”
“Actually, I stole that book. It’s on my side.” I point out a different pair of constellations. “I’ve always enjoyed the story of the king and queen, Cepheus and Cassiopeia.”
My heart bangs hard against my ribs because I like this, having Blair within the walls I’ve erected. She cut through the brambles and rusted chains locked around my heart to get in. Our lives might look different, but our insides match, calling to each other.
Blair shoots me a sly look and splashes me. “Now who’s cultivating a criminal habit?”
“What can I say, your corrupt nature really rubs off on me.” To illustrate my point, I grope her tits, playing with her nipples.
She leans back against my chest with a delicious little moan. I circle my arms around her.
“I think you’ll find you’re the corrupt force of nature at work here, you dirty devil.”
I press against her ass, letting her feel the evidence of her statement.
“Oh my god!” She exclaims in exasperation, reaching back to pinch my side. “You’re freaking insatiable. Is that normal?”
“It’s all your doing.” My lips find her neck, my favorite part of her to nibble and leave my marks. I like seeing peeks of them when she can’t hide them at school. “You’ve stirred a hungry beast. I want to be buried in your body all the time. When you walk around school in that fucking skirt I want to flip it up, rip your underwear aside, and slide into your pussy while I’ve got you bent over begging for it.”
Blair shivers as I attack her neck with tongue and teeth. “Very stereotypical dude-lizard-brain of you.”
I snort, nipping at her neck. “In my fantasies you talk back, but not this much.”
“Obviously the real deal is better,” Blair says airily in the sassy tone that makes my dick hard.
“Watch that mouth, or I’ll fill it up.”
“That’s not really a threatening punishment if I like doing it so much.”
“Fuck, you kill me.”
Blair laughs. I want to bottle the relaxed sound. “In all seriousness, though, I’m pretty sore.”
I direct her face around for a kiss. “That’s why I brought you down here.”
She bites her lip, a beautiful, affectionate expression lighting up her eyes. It cracks into my heart, wrapping it in a soothing balm.
We enter a comfortable silence after Blair snuggles back against my chest. I point out more stars and tell her the mythology behind the visible and non-visible constellations.
The question I’ve been wanting to ask makes my heart thud. I can’t contain it any longer.
“Do you still draw stars?”