Page 45 of Blue Moon Love

Mid-sentence, he grabbed my hand and pressed it to the front of his sweats. Beneath my palm, I felt a very hard, very big erection.

“I want to do this. I just don’t want you to regret this.”

“I won’t,” I promised him as my fingers curled around his girth. When I did, he pulsed against my hold.

His jaw tensed as he gritted out. “I would pick you up and carry you back to the room, but I don’t think that fits into my recovery plan.”

All I could do was nod at him because all I was thinking was, I’m touching Sam’s dick. Sure, it was through his sweats, but still.

He shifted my hand from his groin and kept his fingers wrapped around my wrist as he turned and started walking down the hallway, pulling me alongside him. With each step we took, my heart beat faster. Was this actually happening? Were we actually going to have sex? Was my first time going to be with Sam?

I’d always wanted it to be. Even before I knew I was in love with him, I’d wanted it to be him. I’d dreamed about it. Fantasized about it. I’d wished on shooting stars, birthday candles, every time a clock read 11:11, and at least a hundred dollars worth of coins I’d tossed into the well. But now that it was here, I was freaking out. Seriously, it felt like my heart was going to pound its way right through my chest. I might actually be having a heart attack.

When we reached the bed, he stopped and turned toward me. His lips curled in a half-grin, and he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. He lowered down so he was sitting on the edge of the bed and tugged me to him, so I was standing between his legs. His arms were wrapped around me as he hugged my waist. When I looked down, I noticed his left leg was stretched out straighter than his right.

“Are you sure that you should be doing this?”

“Yes, we should.”

“I don’t mean we… I mean your leg.”

“I’m fine.”

His eyes met mine as he tilted his head back, and I speared my fingers through his hair. He’d always loved when I scratched his scalp. He used to lay his head on my lap when we watched movies, and I’d play with his hair, running my fingers through it as my nails grazed his head. I hadn’t done it for a while because I’d been trying to set up healthy boundaries, but those were out the window at this point.

I watched his jaw tick as his hands moved up my outer thighs to my hips before dipping beneath the hem of my shirt and continuing up, bringing the material with him. I lifted my arms as he pulled the shirt up and over my head. Once that was off, he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I held onto his shoulders as he slid the denim down my legs, and I stepped out of them.

Once they were off, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to my belly. My chest was rising and falling in rapid succession as I watched his mouth trail across the waistband of my underwear to my hip, where he pressed an open-mouth kiss to each side.

My gaze remained trained on him as he reached behind my back and undid my bra, then slid the straps down my arms. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. Next, his thumbs dipped under the strap on my hip and pulled my panties down my legs. I held onto his shoulder as I stepped out of the material.

Once I was totally naked, my first instinct was to lift my arms and cover myself. If it were anyone else, I’m sure I would have. But this was Sam. Him seeing me—all of me—felt right. The way he was looking at me, like he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life, emboldened me with confidence, erasing any nerves or insecurity I might have.

“Your turn.” I managed to breathe. “Strip.”

A wide smile broke across his face as he pulled his shirt up and off his body. Next, he tugged his sweats and boxer briefs off and kicked them to the side. I must have forgotten to breathe because, by the time he was completely naked, I was lightheaded.

He took my hand and guided me onto the bed, so I was lying beside him.

I didn’t know where to start, but I did know I was very curious about one thing. My eyes met his as I asked, “Can you do what you showed me last night?”

His nostrils flared, and his jaw ticked as he slid his hand between my legs. The moment I felt his fingers touch me, I gasped. The roughened pads of his fingertips sliding along my folds caused a burst of tingles to explode low in my belly.

“You’re so wet.”

“Yeah,” I agreed with him, because I was.

His eyes were roaming my body as I felt pressure on my opening and realized it was his finger. He was massaging the base of my entrance. It felt…good. Really good.

My eyes closed automatically as the feel of his touch overtook me.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded sharply.

Sam had never spoken to me like that before, but I liked it. I liked it a lot. I felt my sex pulse against his touch as I opened my eyes.

“Good girl. I want you to be looking at me when you come.” He grinned down at me as the pressure increased, and I realized he’d put his finger inside of me.

I sucked in a startled breath as he exhaled loudly. “You are fucking tight.”

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