room for my conquering hips as I plunge into her without another word.
“Stone,” she moans. Every single syllable is imbued with pleasure. I rock into her, never pulling out fully. Now that I’m inside her, I can’t bear to leave. Not even for a second.
With an impressive show of strength, she rolls us to my back, her hand pressed to my chest while she rides me. Like a warrior who just saddled her latest conquest, her dark eyes glitter with exhilaration and lust as she takes her pleasure.
“Yes…Stone, yes…” she calls my name over and over as she starts to fall apart.
I thrust up hard and pull her hips down. The rhythmic clenching of her orgasm sends me over the edge.
We collapse in a heap of sweat and sand, panting and groaning until my dick softens and slips out of her.
When I can finally muster the strength, I gather her in my arms and carry her to the shower. We rinse all the sand off, stumble back to our tent, and collapse onto my bed.
I lay in bed with her until she’s asleep to slip outside to set up the telescope. I hurry back to bed, wrap my arms around her and fall into a dreamless sleep.
Venus And Mars
Stone
I wake with a start, slapping away whatever is buzzing by my side. My hands brush my cell phone, and I turn off the alarm and squint at my phone and see nothing but a blur. I forgot that I took my contact lenses out last night because the sand wreaks havoc on them.
I grope for the glasses I only wear first thing in the morning. I slip them on and check the time. It’s only 4:30. I lay back for a few minutes. I have two more alarms set for 5:00 and 5:30, but I won’t need them.
I’m too excited to sleep.
This is the entire reason I planned this three -day trip. For the next couple of days Venus will be visible in the morning sky.
My desire to see this rare sight has only one rival for my attention. And she’s lying next to me. I wasn’t going to wake her. Most people could care less about this shit. But now I want her by my side when I see it; And, I want her to see it, too.
“Wake up.” I nudge Regan with my foot and switch on the lamp beside the twin bed we’re sharing.
“What? What’s wrong?” she asks only barely coherent as she pushes tangled locks of hair out of her face and peers around the tent.
“Nothing’s wrong, I want you to see something,” I assure her.
“We just went to sleep,” she groans and covers her head with the sheet.
“No, we didn’t. And you have to get up.” I pull it back down.
“The sun’s not even up,” she glares at me and snatches the covers back over her.
“That’s the whole point.” I nudge her shoulder.
“I’ll pass,” she snuggles deeper into the bed.
“Fine, but you’re going to miss one of the galaxy’s most underrated party tricks.” I slip my arm from under her and sit up. I glance over my shoulder. “And of course, there’ll be sex at sunrise.”
“You should have led with that,” she quips and throws the covers off revealing a vision more beautiful than any fantasy I’ve ever conjured. My throat feels tight and my balls ache just looking at her. She crawls out of bed and slips a pair of cut shorts and her tank top on. We walk hand in hand out onto the soft white sand beach.
Like my companion this morning, the predawn sky is too beautiful to be real. It covers us like a blanket of indigo and sapphire. Out here, with no artificial light to disrupt them, the stars look like a million jewels sewn into a velvet canvas.
The moon is low and so bright that its reflection turns the sea below it into a mirror of liquid silver. The water laps at the shore in gentle licks and it feels like we’re standing on a planet that’s part of the solar system, and not just a beach in Mexico.
“I’ll never get over how beautiful this place is. Thank you so much for bringing me.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I promise and guide her to the spot where I set up the telescope.
I was eight when I got my first telescope and I fell irrevocably in love with the sky. For a child whose curiosity felt insatiable, the possibility of unending