My smart girl 3. Rewriting our stars

Jay I woke up to an incredibly pleasant sensation in the lower half of my body — the kind that usually came with morning wood. A sleepy smile tugged at my lips as I thought that this was hands-down the best way to wake up in my entire life. I wouldn’t mind starting every morning like this… with the feeling of Rosé’s warm lips caressing my cock. The realization finally hit my still-sleepy brain, jolting me fully awake. My eyes flew open, meeting the mischievous gaze of my little troublemaker. “Bambi… what are you… doing?” The words came out much hoarser than I intended, quickly turning into a quiet groan as the little minx slowly dragged her tongue along the entire length of my shaft, teasingly flicking the hypersensitive head at the end. I sucked in a sharp breath, biting my lip and clenching my fists as a feverish heat rapidly spread through my entire body. Noticing my reaction, Rosé ran her tongue along my length once more, then released me with a soft pop. She smiled sweetly, batting her long lashes and looking up at me with the innocent eyes of a little doe who wouldn’t hurt a fly — despite what she had just been doing. “I just wanted to wake you up, my love… Good morning,” she purred almost soundlessly, rising and leaning over me. The sight of her elegant, completely naked body nearly took my breath away. I swallowed hard as she leaned closer, her golden silk-like hair spilling across my chest. Unable to resist, I reached for her, gripping her slim waist and pulling my little piece of heaven firmly against me. I purred against her soft, smiling lips before capturing them in a long, unhurried kiss. “Definitely a good morning, baby…” Rosé obediently parted her lips with a quiet, satisfied sigh, responding to every movement of my mouth. She pressed her entire body against mine, making my vision blur as liquid fire flooded my veins. I pulled her even closer, refusing to let her move an inch, deepening the kiss while my fingers tangled in her soft hair. I was slowly losing my mind from the agonizing desire blazing through my blood like wildfire. We kissed for what felt like endless minutes — or maybe hours. When Rosé finally pulled back, breathing fast and shallow, my own breath was just as ragged. “Still… why aren’t you sleeping, kitten? It’s still very early,” I whispered with a soft smile, gently stroking her cheeks and tucking her long golden strands behind her ears, trying — and failing — to calm myself down. Her lips curved into a small smile, but she quickly bit them and whispered: “I’ve been thinking about what you promised me all night… I could barely wait for dawn…” “Oh, so that’s it?” I drawled lazily, smirking as I pulled my fragile little doll even closer. I couldn’t resist teasing her. Raising an eyebrow, I whispered seductively, “Were you afraid I wouldn’t keep my promise?” "Yep. Because... Knowing your bad-boy nature..." my little sunshine grumbled, breathing softly against my neck. I couldn’t hold back a quiet laugh. I tightened my arms around the still-pouting girl and kissed the top of her messy blonde head. “Alright, alright, sunshine… you have every right to be suspicious,” I smiled, soothingly stroking her elegant back. Rosé immediately relaxed and nestled against my chest, all grievances forgotten. But the feeling of her warm, velvet skin pressed so tightly to mine ignited a real fire in my groin. Sleep was no longer an option. “Jay…” Rosé whispered after a while, gently brushing her warm lips against my neck. I shivered and closed my eyes, ordering myself to stay in control. It was almost impossible when my beloved girl was pressed so closely against me — especially while completely naked. “Hmm?” I hummed with a smile, running my open palms along her delicate spine and squeezing her slim waist a little tighter. I already knew what she was going to say. “You… won’t go back on your word, right?” Of course I remembered the promise I’d made and the deal we’d struck last night. Deep down, I had secretly hoped that the long caresses and intense sex would tire her out enough to sleep until noon, leaving us no time for the promised second round before we had to return to the clinic. But fate had other plans. The bedroom was still filled with the deep blue haze of night, and a quick glance at the clock showed it wasn’t even five in the morning yet. My girl was clearly determined to get what she wanted, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to refuse her — even if I wanted to. Right now, though, I wanted exactly the same thing she did. The feeling of all her soft curves pressed against me made it incredibly hard to hold back from pinning her down and fulfilling that recklessly given promise right then and there. So I shook my head and pulled her closer, whispering hoarsely: “Never, Bambi… Come here.” I caught her happy smile just before our lips met again. Rosé cupped my face with both hands, smiling into the kiss and purring contentedly as I smoothly rolled her onto her back and leaned over her. I kissed her harder, more insistently. With a sweet, quiet moan, she parted her lips and buried her slender fingers in my hair, tugging lightly at the roots — something that always made me lose all restraint. Our kisses grew longer, deeper, and more heated with every passing minute. Eventually, my lips slid from her sweet, parted mouth downward. I showered her delicate neck and elegant collarbones with slow, scorching kisses, lazily making my way to her firm, tempting breasts. The fire in my groin burned hotter. I couldn’t hold back a low groan as I greedily captured a hardened nipple with my mouth, sucking it deep and drawing an equally passionate moan from my girl. Rosé arched into me, breathing faster. Her breath hitched completely when I gently squeezed her other breast while my fingers trailed down her satin-smooth stomach to the silky heat between her spread thighs. She gasped with a sweet moan and pulled my head closer to her chest. I nearly groaned myself when I felt how wet she already was for me. It took every ounce of willpower not to take her right then. After a deep breath, I released her breast and leaned over her, whispering hoarsely: “How do you feel, sweetheart?” She opened her fluttering lashes, meeting my gaze with eyes hazy from pleasure, and gave me a tiny smile. “Everything’s fine, Jay…” “And here?” I smiled softly and leaned in, catching her shaky breath with my lips as my fingers gently stroked between her legs, sinking into warm wetness. More seriously, I added, “Be honest, sunshine.” I could feel her trembling, burning with barely contained desire just like I was. But I needed to be sure she was truly okay. I pulled my hand away, immediately hearing her disappointed whimper. I kissed her soothingly and reminded her: “The truth, Bambi. Only the truth.” She closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, then wrapped her arms around my shoulders and whispered: “I’m okay, but… it still stings a little down there. You’re… really big.” A sharp pang of guilt hit me. I mentally cursed myself for losing control last night and pressed my forehead to her fragile shoulder, kissing it softly. “I’m sorry, doll… I should’ve been more careful.” “You’re silly… You can’t protect me from everything,” she whispered, her slender fingers threading through my hair and gently stroking the back of my head. “Besides… it was worth it.” I could hear the smile in her quiet voice, but the guilt still lingered. “Still, it’s my fault, Bambi. I’m an idiot, forgive me…” I muttered, starting to pull away. But Rosé only hugged me tighter, as if afraid I might leave and never touch her again. She squeezed my shoulders and warned: “Stop apologizing right now, or I’ll hit you — I’m serious, Jay! And don’t you dare say we can’t do it again!” Even in her whisper, I heard a very real threat — not just to hit me, but possibly to kill me on the spot if I denied her what she wanted. I laughed softly and pulled my insatiable little lioness closer, lying down beside her on the pillows. “Got it, baby. No need to fight,” I chuckled. “I wasn’t going to say anything like that. Seems like you enjoyed yesterday so much you can’t wait to repeat it, huh? You want me that badly?” Rosé huffed and punched my chest with her adorable little fist, wrinkling her equally adorable nose. “We’ve been together for almost six months and only had sex for the first time yesterday. What do you think — do I want you or not?” “Well…” I drawled playfully, lazily tracing patterns on her waist while pulling her closer again. “Considering how many times you slapped me just for trying to kiss you, I thought sex with me wasn’t even on your radar.” She rolled her eyes and poked my chest accusingly. “Really digging up old stuff… And stop changing the subject, you bandit! You promised me. So don’t even think about backing out now!” Hearing her indignant half-whisper, I laughed again and pulled my frowning little sunshine against me, kissing her forehead reassuringly. “I’m not backing out, sunshine. Don’t worry. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll fulfill any desire, just like I promised.” Rosé froze for a second, as if she couldn’t believe I had actually given in without another argument. Looking up at me with shy eyes, she whispered uncertainly: “Really…?” I smiled, rubbing my nose against her stubborn, adorable little one — the same one she used to turn up at me all the time — and kissed her velvet cheek, very close to her lips. In a tempting whisper, I said: “Really, my love… And we still have enough time for not just a second round, but a third one too…” Rosé exhaled shakily, gripping my shoulders. Clearly not expecting me to surrender so easily, she seemed unsure where to start. Being a gentleman, I decided to help her out and steer her desires in the direction I wanted. “So, baby? Should I do everything the same as yesterday, or do you have any… special requests?” At my husky, desire-laden whisper, Rosé took a shaky breath, closed her eyes for a second, then wrapped her arms around my neck. With a sly smile against my lips, she whispered: “Can I… be on top today?” Honestly, I had fantasized about exactly that almost as often as I imagined fucking her into this bed every night. I didn’t even let her finish — I rolled the surprised, softly yelping Rosé on top of me and kissed her open, sweet lips greedily. “Of course you can, my love… I’m all yours. Do whatever you want with me…” Rosé smiled softly, clearly very pleased with my answer. She left one more fleeting kiss on my lips, then began trailing the same tender, fluttering kisses down my body — her soft lips gliding over my neck, collarbones, and chest, moving lower and lower. Soon I couldn’t keep my eyes open. The feather-light, careful touches of her lips and fingers — as gentle as butterfly wings — made me feel like I had somehow earned paradise while still alive. At the same time… it was pure torture. Lying still and letting her explore my body with her hands and mouth instead of pinning her down and fucking her senseless was agonizing. But it was such a deliciously sweet torture coming from my beloved girl that I couldn’t bring myself to stop her. Especially since Rosé was clearly enjoying having this kind of unlimited power over me for the first time. She seemed determined to torture me properly. Then her soft lips closed around my cock again, and breathing became impossible. I buried my fingers in her silky hair, stroking the back of her head while fighting with everything I had not to thrust deep into her incredible mouth as her lips slid torturously slowly up and down my shaft, her slender fingers wrapped around the base. My cock was too big for her, but she still tried to take as much as she could. I stroked her hair in approval, nearly gasping for air, my groans growing hoarser as my hips involuntarily lifted to meet her. Encouraged by my reaction, Rosé sped up, using her hand to help, sucking and teasing the head with her tongue. Feeling that I couldn’t take this sweet torment any longer, I tightened my fingers in her hair and warned hoarsely: “Baby, I’m about to—” I wanted to give her a choice this time, not force her to do anything she didn’t want. But Rosé didn’t pull away. Instead, she moved even faster. A few blinding moments later, I came with a deep, hoarse groan, spilling into her mouth as a sharp wave of pleasure crashed through my entire body. The pleasure was so intense that I practically blacked out for a moment, losing touch with reality. When I came back to my senses, Rosé had pulled back slightly — only to smoothly sink down onto my hips a second later. The hot, wet heat of her core enveloped my still-hard cock like a tight silk glove, making me gasp again. The realization that I could feel her so intensely because there was no protection hit me like a freight train. My eyes flew open. “Sweetheart, condom—” But Rosé only smiled softly and shook her head. She leaned down, pressing a finger to my lips, and whispered: “We don’t need it, Jay…” I wanted to protest, but she didn’t let me say a word. She covered my mouth with hers, and the incredibly sharp, mind-blowing sensations made me lose all control. I surrendered completely to both her desires and my own, which finally aligned perfectly. I barely managed to think that I could pull out at the last second before I gave in entirely, rising up and pulling her so tightly against me that not even air remained between us. Rosé sighed in satisfaction, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, and gently rolled her hips, making me exhale sharply and clench my teeth against the electric pleasure shooting through my body. I could swear it had never felt this good… never. … I knew having sex without a condom was a bad — a very bad — idea. But I simply couldn’t stop her. I couldn’t refuse her when she looked at me like that, when she kissed me so tenderly yet so hungrily and desperately, as if she could never get enough of me, never pull away from my lips — just like I couldn’t from hers. As if we were oxygen to each other. In truth, Rosé was everything to me. What we were doing — both last night and this morning before dawn — was truly making love. We confessed our love to each other with every touch and every kiss, without needing a single word. I desperately wanted to kiss her senseless, to claim her, to make her mine forever. I worshiped every inch of her silky skin with my hands and lips, feverishly whispering how much I loved her, feeling the same love in every movement she made against me, in every quiet moan that dissolved against my lips, and in the complete abandon with which my baby gave herself to me, trusting me entirely. “My golden girl… my treasure… my happiness…” I whispered between long, passionate kisses, greedily roaming my hands over her body, not wanting to miss even a millimeter of her velvet skin. Her hips moved in perfect rhythm with mine as she moaned softly against my neck, gripping my shoulders tighter with her slender fingers. Obeying her every desire — as I had promised — I stroked her fragile back, kissed her delicate neck, and gripped her satin thighs, gently guiding her movements and setting our own slow, intimate rhythm, gradually bringing her closer to the edge. My lips feverishly explored her bare breasts while my hands roamed over her delicate shoulders and elegant back. Hoarsely, nearly losing my mind from her closeness, her warmth, and the scent of her silky skin, I whispered: “My Rosé… my sweet girl… I love you. I love only you… do you hear me?” But Rosé only moaned quietly against my neck, breathing fast and shallow, unconsciously scratching my shoulders with her nails as she opened herself to me more with every thrust, fully accepting me into her body. Her soft, wordless moans telling me how good she felt in my arms made me completely lose control. Still, I needed to hear it. Or maybe I just wanted to hear her voice while she was gasping from the pleasure I was giving her. “Does it feel good, baby?… Tell me… fuck… just tell me…” I whispered, lips trailing over her elegant collarbones while my hands squeezed her velvet thighs hard enough to leave marks. “Y… yes… Oh God… So… good… Jay… My love…” she gasped in a half-choked sob as I thrust especially deep, unable to hold back. I pulled her tightly against me, barely breathing myself, completely losing control from the overwhelming intensity of the sensations… losing myself in her… in her closeness… in her tenderness… in her love… She was so tight, wet, and hot. Her silky walls gripped me so perfectly that it took everything I had not to come the moment I entered her. And now, feeling her tremble, hearing her ragged breathing, and feeling her grip my shoulders tighter as she pressed against me with no space left between us — breathing itself became nearly impossible. So did holding back. Sensing she was close, I sped up, finally letting go of my own control. I held her tightly, driving into her spread thighs to the hilt, confidently pushing her toward the edge where only ecstasy waited. I felt the exact moment her inner muscles began contracting around me, signaling that I had brought my love to orgasm. Rosé moaned loudly, throwing her head back as her body shuddered in sweet, long-awaited spasms. I bit my lip, using the last of my strength to hold back my own climax, letting her fully enjoy it. There was nothing more beautiful than what I saw and felt in that moment. Rosé buried her slender fingers in the hair at the back of my head and pulled me in for another kiss — I had long lost count of how many we’d shared. I answered feverishly, matching every movement of her lips. After a few final thrusts, feeling my own release approaching, I tried to pull out — but she only held me tighter, kissing me greedily and refusing to let me go. Unable to hold back any longer, I came with a hoarse groan, my entire body shuddering from the intensely sweet wave that rolled down my spine. Rosé pressed herself against me with equal force, trembling just as hard, never breaking the kiss. … The realization of what had just happened hit me only a minute later — but it was already too late. A cold wave of fear washed over me as I understood the possible consequences of my lack of control. Rosé, on the other hand, was perfectly calm and seemed utterly happy. She stayed pressed against me, her head on my shoulder, gently and unhurriedly running her fingers through the hair at the back of my neck and stroking my shoulders and back. Her quiet breathing had almost returned to normal, lightly tickling my neck between soft sighs. It dawned on me that trying to fix anything now was pointless. I pulled her even closer — though it seemed impossible to get any closer — and breathed out roughly, kissing her neck softly while stroking her slender back. “Fuck, kitten… I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t pull out. Now… we might become parents a little earlier than we planned…” I tried to joke to lighten the mood, unsure how Rosé would feel about the idea of motherhood at twenty. But she only smiled softly, pulled back slightly, and took my face in her small, delicate hands. She gently stroked my cheeks and whispered before kissing me: “It’s okay, my love… Don’t apologize… and don’t worry about anything… it’s all good.” I still couldn’t believe how calmly she was taking it, as if nothing particularly serious had happened. I tried again, whispering against her beloved velvet lips between her slow, tender kisses: “Sweetheart, are you really… not angry?” “Oh, come on, silly…” She sighed, leaving a gentle kiss on my lips, then pressed her forehead to mine, closed her eyes, and whispered, “You gave me the most precious gift — yourself. And I… am ready to accept anything you can give me.” My heart clenched at her quiet words. I pulled her to me impulsively, burying my face in her soft, sweetly scented hair, and exhaled heavily: “My love… I know it’s still too early, but if you get pregnant…” Rosé didn’t let me finish. She shook her head with a soft, strangely radiant smile, kissed my lips tenderly, and breathed: “Then I’ll have a little piece of you, darling… And that would be beautiful.” My heart stopped for a moment, then tightened with overwhelming tenderness and love for this fragile girl who suddenly seemed much wiser and older than me — a girl to whom my heart belonged completely. I smiled sadly, pulling her closer, stroked her hair, and kissed her temple softly. “But you’re still so young…” Rosé let out a heavy sigh and pressed herself against me, resting her head on my shoulder. What she said next yanked me straight back into harsh reality, making my arms tighten around her instinctively, as if trying to shield her from the world: “Ever since I found out about my illness… I feel like I’ve aged a thousand years…”