Page 46 of Blue Moon Love

“Is that bad?” I asked.

“No.” He shook his head and rested his forehead against mine. “It’s good. Very good.”

My eyes remained locked with his as he began to rub my clit with his thumb. With every circle of his touch, pleasure fused through me, and I felt my body begin to relax and tense simultaneously. I was noticing a theme with Sam; he made me feel opposing sensations, and I loved it.

“Is that good?” he asked. “Does that feel good?”

I nodded as my hands gripped his upper arm, anchoring me to him. His eyes remained locked on mine as his finger sank deeper into me. I could feel my body begin to spasm around his digit, and when he curled his finger, it was like the time I’d been playing the slot machine in Vegas; I dropped a nickel into it, pulled the lever, and the entire machine lit up, it flashed, and the alarms went off.

That was what my body did when he tapped his finger inside of me as he brushed his thumb over the nub at the top of my sex. My first instinct as the powerful force of pleasure whipped through me with hurricane force was to close my eyes, but Sam’s instruction kept me from doing that, and I was so glad it did.

Our eyes remained locked as wave after wave of climax crashed over me. I held onto him as he massaged my body internally, drawing out every ounce of pleasure he could give me until it was too much. One second, it was ecstasy, and the next, I felt too tender to touch. I was about to push his hand away, but he must have sensed it because he gently removed his finger as he lowered his head down and began to kiss me.

The kiss was soft and sweet at first. He pressed his lips against mine and pulled the bottom and then the top in between his own, sucking them seductively. But when he deepened the kiss, when his tongue slid into my mouth, my entire body felt it. Somehow, nerves all the way down to my toes were connected to my tongue as he licked and explored the recess of my mouth with masterful skill.

I may not have had sex before, but I’d done my fair share of kissing, and Sam’s skill level was Olympic Gold. Even though I’d kissed at least a dozen guys, it felt like kissing Sam was my first. Maybe that’s what they meant when they said you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.

The longer we kissed, the more excited I could feel Sam growing, and he wasn’t alone in his desire. His erection was nestled in between my legs, and as his hips moved, it brushed along my sex. The friction of our bodies rubbing together was causing pressure to stir in my core.

My hands roamed up and down his back in desperation as I tried to silently communicate the need I was feeling. His response was to kiss me harder and deeper. Which, don’t get me wrong, was amazing, but it was not what my body was screaming for.

Finally, I broke our kiss. I could barely breathe as I stammered, “Can we…I want to… I need to feel you inside of me.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked as he searched my eyes. “We can stop. We don’t have to do any?—"

“No!” I protested, perhaps a little too loudly. I just really didn’t want to stop.

His expression softened as he smiled down at me, clearly amused by my enthusiasm. “Do you have protection? If you don’t, I can go get some next door.”

“I’m on the pill,” I reminded him.

He knew that I was. He’d teased me that I had an alarm set so I wouldn’t forget to take it. He’d been with me when I’d gone to the pharmacy to refill my prescription.

His expression grew serious once again. “I’ve never had sex without a condom.”

“Then it will be both our first times,” I pointed out as a warm sensation rushed through me at that thought.

“Fuck,” he growled as his eyes closed, and he rested his forehead against mine.

I felt his hand move between our bodies, and then I felt his mushroom head at my entrance.

“If you need me to stop, just tell me. If it hurts or if you just do?—”

“I will,” I assured him.

He lifted his head back up and stared into my eyes as he shifted his hips forward, pushing past my outer barrier. And then, just like that, he was inside of me, and I was no longer a virgin.

20

SAM

“Dancin’ is easy if ya have the right partner.” ~ Archie “Witty” Whitlock

I was perfectly still, except for the one appendage that I was trying not to move. My cock was pulsing wildly against the vice-like grip Kenna’s body had on me. I’d never had sex without protection. Combine that with it being so long since I’d had sex at all, and the fact that this was Kenna, and that she was so fucking tight, and it was her first time, I was a sneeze away from coming harder than I’d ever come before in my life.

Everything in me was fighting against that inevitability.

“Are you okay?” I managed to grunt out as I rested my forehead against hers and tried to keep myself from coming before I even got one pump in.

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