Page 68 of Blue Moon Love

“Fuck it,” I whispered under my breath as I pulled my sweater up and off my head.

The movement caught Sam’s attention, and he turned his head just in time to see the sweater hit the floor. I expected him to make some flirty comment, but he didn’t. He just stared at me with a look of reverence.

My heart was racing as I reached behind my back and undid the hook of my bra. As it fell to the ground, leaving me topless, I toed off my sneakers, unzipped my jeans, and pushed them down my body.

When I straightened back up, I noted that Sam’s expression had morphed from wonder into sheer, unfiltered desire and need. His face wasn’t the only thing giving me that impression. The erection jutting out of his body was also a visual clue to what he was feeling.

I’d never considered myself sexy. Cute? Sure. Pretty? Sometimes. But sexy… not so much. Growing up with a mom who was the spitting image—voluptuous curves and all—of a worldwide sex symbol sort of put my own appeal into perspective.

But the way Sam looked at me made me feel sexy. He made me feel bold. He made me feel powerful. He unlocked a side of myself I didn’t even know existed, and no matter what happened between us, I’d forever be grateful to him for that. Using that confidence, I stepped into the shower.

Without saying a word to one another, I squirted soap into my palm, and he began to run his hands over my body. I lathered up and returned the favor. I started at his neck and shoulders, rubbing off the dried blood that was there. His slick touch roamed up and down my arms and back, across my collarbone and stomach, and over my hips and ass, but he avoided the places I wanted him to touch me most, my breasts and between my legs.

Part of me wanted to beg him to touch me there, but another part was finding the act of us washing each other so tender and sensual that I wasn’t in a hurry for it to stop or change. I felt cared for, cherished, and loved as his hands explored every inch of me. I hoped my touch made him feel the same.

As we continued to wash each other, I noticed our breaths had synced together. Both of our chests were rising with inhales and falling with exhales at the exact same time. Even though I knew that we were two separate people, as we stood an inch apart with water pouring over us, it felt like we were one.

My hands were gliding across his chest when his arms dropped to his sides, and he roughly demanded, “Turn around. Now.”

In our relationship, Sam always let me get my way. He was easygoing and allowed me to take the lead or be bossy, according to my mom. I always knew there was another side to him; being in command and authoritative was in his job description, but he was never like that with me. Until we were intimate, that is, and I loved it. I loved that he took charge. I loved submitting to him. I loved obeying him.

Eagerly, I turned so that my back was facing him. When I did, he let out a low growl as his hands moved to my hips. He tugged me backward with just enough force to cause me to gasp, pulling me to him. I could feel the evidence of his arousal pressed against my butt cheeks as his fingertips dug into my skin.

Sam’s right hand moved from my hip and dipped between my legs. His digits easily slid along my wet folds. I spread my thighs farther apart, giving him better access. Water dripped down my body, adding to the sensual atmosphere. I gripped onto his upper arms as his fingers ran along the seam of my throbbing opening. The heel of his palm pushed against my clit, and twisted back and forth in a grinding motion as his fingers teased my sex.

As bursts of pleasure began to explode in my core, I felt tears sting my eyes. I’d missed this so much. I’d missed his touch. His arms. His voice. His eyes. His lips. Everything. I missed everything about him.

His fingers flicked the base of my slit as he rasped against my ear, “Mine, mine, mine.”

That one word was all it took to push me over the edge. My body convulsed as I came with a powerful force that made my knees go weak. The intensity of my orgasm was fueled not just by the physical but by the emotional as well. Hearing him claim me and call me his, was everything I’d always wanted. And it was true. I was his. I always had been, and I always would be.

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SAM

“What do fallin’ off a roof and fallin’ in love have in common? One’ll break your bones, one’ll break your heart, and they both’ll knock the wind clean outta ya.” ~ Archie “Witty” Whitlock

As Kenna recovered from her climax, my fingertips grazed her shoulder as I brushed her hair to the side and pressed my lips to the back of her neck. One hand massaged her breast while the other gripped her hip. Her ass cheeks cradled my throbbing cock as it slid up and down. The friction between our bodies made me harder. Her hands flattened on the tiled surface of her shower walls as her back arched. The hand that was on her hip moved down to her thigh, and I stepped between her feet, moving her legs apart.

I knew that I wanted her from behind, but there was no way I could keep standing. The pain was manageable, but between my shoulder and my ribs, it was too risky to try and keep us both upright. Holding onto her hips, I walked two steps back and lowered myself onto the bench against the far wall. I tried to pull her down so she was sitting on my lap, but she resisted.

Instead, she turned, so she was facing me totally naked. Her body would never cease to amaze me. She had curves in all the right places. I stared up at her in absolute wonder and awe as water trickled down her hourglass figure. Drips slid from her full breasts, falling along the curve of her hip.

Before I was done soaking in her beauty, she lowered down onto her knees in front of me. Her eyes were locked with mine as her delicate hands slid up my thighs. Every cell in my body was alive with anticipation of what she would do next. My breaths were coming in rapid succession as her slender fingers grasped my erection, standing tall and proud at full attention.

She bit her bottom lip, and I sensed a little bit of hesitancy.

“You don’t have to do this,” I said, stating the obvious, but I needed to make sure she knew that I didn’t expect anything from her.

“I want to,” she replied earnestly. “Just tell me if I do anything wrong.”

I smiled down at her. “As long as no teeth are involved, you’re good.”

A spark of determination lit in her emerald-green stare as she licked her lips. Knowing that this was the first time she’d ever done this to a man only served to amplify the experience. If I lived to be a thousand years old, I didn’t think I’d ever find the words to express how grateful and honored I was to be the man she chose to share these firsts with.

Her eyes dropped to my cock as she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to its crown. The second her soft lips made contact with my sensitive tip, I nearly lost control, but I managed to keep it together.

My hand moved to her head, and I cupped the back of it, my fingers flexing against her scalp. The silent encouragement must have been all she needed, because the uncertainty I’d noted evaporated like the steam surrounding us.

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