Romancing the Stars: 8 Short Stories of Galactic Romance and Adventure

by Sabine Priestley

  Kara pushed off the wall and sat on the bed, sliding back until only her feet extended off the edge. She wiggled her toes and struggled to focus her psi, this new bizarre part of herself. Attempting to pull off her boots, she felt its form wrap around her feet, but it was like using a game controller she’d never seen before. Upside down. Things happened—just not what she intended.

  “Like some help?” Torril asked.

  Before she could answer, her body slid forward feet first. “Ahhh!” she screamed as she flew off the bed. His psi cradled her a few feet off the ground, and she laughed hysterically. “A girl could get used to this.”

  “That would be the plan.”

  The zipper on her boots slid down one after the other. The boots fell off, followed by her socks. Her jeans were next, leaving her hovering in her lace thong. Oh, my, he really liked the thong. Pleasure pulsed through her. She closed her eyes and floated, weightless, riding a wave of near orgasm.

  “Please,” she begged. “Now. I need you now.”

  “Not just yet.”

  She whipped her head up. “Who is in charge here?”

  “My apologies.” A single nod, and her thong slid off.

  Her body drifted over the bed and gently settled in the center. The pleasure covered every inch of her. He spread her legs apart with his psi, and she nearly came then and there. He knelt between her thighs and started nipping and licking his way up from her toes. Each touch was a world of its own. Again, time fractured, and all that existed was the two of them. Another crystal clear moment erupted when his mouth cupped her mound. Side to side, in and out. She knew that rhythm, his rhythm.

  His tongue probed her layers and plunged deep inside. Side to side, in and out. The tension in her was almost painful. “Now, yes, now!” His hands reached up and twisted her nipples, sending her over the edge. She cried out as the orgasm burst open, radiating from between her legs, then slowly pulsing outward. It spread down to her toes and moved up her body to her fingertips. She held perfectly still as the pleasure rolled off her in ever-decreasing waves. She sighed and opened her eyes.

  He grinned. “My turn?”

  “Why yes,” she said. “I do believe it is.”

  He moved over her, spreading her legs apart with his knees. They stared at each other for a few minutes, or hours. She had no idea. The strange, but oh so beautiful light, illuminated their faces.

  “Trust me?” He ran a finger along her jaw line.

  The question brought her back again. Back to her body. She marveled at how foreign it seemed to stop and think. She reached up and ran her fingers down his chest. His erection, like the rest of him, was spectacular. She ached for him to be inside her. Did she trust him? His psi caressed her, not sexually but sensually. His feelings flowed into her. He was in awe of her. How was that possible? She looked up and reality slipped away.

  “Completely.”

  He lowered himself, his shaft probing her wetness, each contact producing a pulse of pleasure. The tension mounted. He teased her, touching her and pulling back.

  “You’re being cruel,” she said.

  “You’ve got to be cruel to be kind.” He slid inside her then, just barely. She adjusted her pelvis, trying to bring him in, but he only withdrew.

  “No,” she whimpered.

  He reached up and ran a finger from her neck to her thigh, teasing her breasts as he passed. Taking his erection in hand, he rubbed her clit. Side to side, in and out.

  She squirmed with need. “Inside, please.”

  He slid into her, farther and farther until he was fully sheathed. She groaned as he stretched her to her limit. Body and psi erupted as he thrust in and out. There was nothing gentle or slow about this, and she needed it every bit as much as he did.

  “Yes…”

  He slammed into her, and her body answered, lost in abandon.

  “Fuck me.”

  He pounded her into sweet oblivion.

  She cried out as the orgasm exploded, even more intense with him inside her.

  His psi caressed her. The motion started slow then shifted, speeding up the tempo. The rhythm was his, though. Or theirs. Her own psi joined in, matching the beat. Torril kissed her, slow and lingering, but somehow this last step wasn’t about the flesh. His psi trilled at her realization.

  “Oh…” Their psi danced as their kiss became something more. Like sliding down the rabbit hole, her perception changed. The intensity became overwhelming. No bodies, just psi. Kara tried to open her eyes but found she was completely disconnected from her body. “I felt that.” A stab of fear shot through her.

  “It’s all right,” Torril said. “Our psi are merging. Our bodies are safe. Trust me.”

  She sensed his humor, and at that moment, the cosmos opened up.

  Snap. It was as though they had joined some cosmic consciousness. She cringed at how cheesy that sounded but had no other words for it. She was aware of, and connected to, everything all at once. Humans, lives, and memories, all hers. Other creatures, insane physical forms that she couldn’t comprehend, and yet somehow did. Souls, all, and so many of them.

  Snap. She focused inward and found atoms flying about with electrons, neutrons, and protons the size of planets. The space between such tiny particles blew her mind.

  Snap. She perceived the galaxy as a marble, spinning around and around, and pleasure completely devoid of physicality burst forth as the edge of her psi simply vanished. The sensation was so pure, so intense, it permeated her being. She didn’t feel it—she was it. At last she surrendered and simply let go.

  When she woke sometime later, she was curled up next to Torril. “I have arms.”

  “And legs, too.” Torril kissed the back of her head. “And particularly nice breasts.”

  She laughed and registered the air moving in and out of her lungs. She rolled over to face her soul mate. Or psi-mate. Whatever.

  Memories flooded back. “There are creatures out there that breathe through their skin. Oh!” She sat up and ran her fingers through her hair. “Oh man, and those things that don’t even have bodies, they’re just ethereal strands. No, not strands, just these connections of… I don’t know. I don’t know how to explain it.”

  “Easy, love. My people quite literally don’t have words to describe what we just experienced.” Torril sat up and faced her. “This wasn’t your everyday bonding, Kara. The fact that we talked telepathically before we ever touched…and that cosmic thing. I don’t know what it means.”

  Kara’s head swam with images and impressions. A sense of euphoria and a peace she’d never known settled over her. Until her stomach grumbled. “I am starving.”

  Light filtered through now drawn curtains. Harsh light, as though it was the middle of the day.

  Torril smiled and traced the life lines on her palm. “It’s easy to get lost when we bond, but we’ve been out of it for a long time. Over twenty-four hours. We need to eat, and I’m sure your friend is worried about you.” He kissed her gently and smiled with eyes, now green, a color she knew matched her own.

  About Sabine Priestley

  An Electrical Engineer/Cultural Anthropologist by training, Sabine is a geek with heart. A lifelong lover of books, she grew up on Science Fiction, Fantasy and Romance novels. As a child she wanted to be an astronaut and travel the stars looking for aliens. As an adult she’s seriously disappointed we’ve yet to establish so much as a moon base (although she gives a hearty nod to the ISS) and is pretty sure Humans aren’t ready to meet ET. She’s lived in more states than she cares to admit and loves to travel. When not in far off lands, you can frequently find her walking the local beaches and plotting her next adventure. Sabine lives in Florida with her husband, kids, cats and an increasingly large mess of characters in her head.

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