Page 58 of Blue Moon Love

“You’ve been thinking about my underwear,” I teased, knowing that wasn’t what he meant but wanting to break some of the tension. If I didn’t, I was going to come before we even got to the good part.

A wolfish grin tilted on his perfect mouth as he moved his fingers to the waistband of my underwear and then tugged them down and off in one forceful motion. As they dropped to the floor, I was glad that Winnie was still outside. If she were in here, she’d probably think my underwear was a treasure and bring them to me, asking for a treat.

Right now, I was very happy being Sam’s treat. Once again, his fingers gripped my thighs, and he pushed them apart. This time, when he did, cold air hit my damp folds. I would never be able to be in my kitchen again without thinking of the time that Sam had me for dessert on the butcher block countertop.

He leaned down so his face was mere inches from my bare sex. “This is what I’ve been thinking about.” He ran his finger up my bare sex, his eyes lifted to mine, before asking, “Do you have any regrets about last night?”

I did, but right now, for the life of me I couldn’t remember what they were, so I shook my head no.

“I only have one regret.” My heart began to sink, but it didn’t go far because my body was too busy being turned on by the fact that I could feel Sam’s breath fan against my wet folds. “Do you want to know what my regret was?”

I nodded, loving the tension that was being built by the foreplay. Last night, I’d been so overwhelmed by what was happening, and it all sort of crashed over me. Tonight, I was loving the anticipation of what was to come, which was me, hopefully.

“My only regret is that I didn’t taste you,” he confessed before covering my sex with an open-mouthed kiss.

As good as his finger felt, I had to admit, his tongue felt better. His lips suckled my folds as his tongue ran up and down my opening before he concentrated his attention on my clit. Just two flicks of the tip of his tongue were all it took for my entire world to shatter into pieces.

Pleasure rolled through me, ebbing and flowing as he continued his mouth’s attention on my most intimate place. Just when I thought my release was over, he pressed his finger inside of me. The tip hit the spot he had when he’d done the Spiderman, and my orgasm picked up speed again.

His tongue, finger, and lips drew my climax out until I finally collapsed, my arms lying flat by my side as I basked in the afterglow of the hottest, sexiest orgasm of my life.

My eyes dropped to the top of his head as he pressed soft kisses against my most intimate folds as I caught my breath. His mouth was teasing me, stirring my body back to life. He licked up and down my sex but was careful not to touch my most sensitive nub. I knew he was avoiding that spot intentionally because his tongue made circles around it.

I don’t know how long I lay there with him feeding off my sweetness, whispering erotic sentiments about how good I tasted, but soon, I felt a swirl of pressure begin to build once again low in my belly.

As much as I enjoyed submitting to Sam completely and letting him take the reins, I suddenly remembered what I had regretted about last night. Determination and boldness swept over me as he continued his featherlight kisses. It would have been easy to get distracted by what he was doing, but there was no way I was going to let this opportunity pass me by without rectifying that regret.

26

SAM

“Love ain’t blind; that sucker’s got twenty-twenty vision.” ~ Archie “Witty” Whitlock

I was taking my time, leisurely kissing Kenna in her most intimate place, when she pushed up to a sitting position. After placing one more kiss on her feminine folds, I straightened back up. As I did, her hands reached out and grabbed at my shirt, tugging it up. I assisted her, pulling it over my head. As soon as it was off, I pushed my sweats down my legs with my boxer-briefs and stepped out of them.

When I was completely undressed, I stood back up, buck-naked, in front of Kenna. I watched as her eyes roamed up and down my body with a greedy glint in them. My body tingled everywhere her gaze fell. I could feel it like a physical touch. It was something I’d never experienced before.

“I lied before,” she whispered as she drank me in.

My heart slammed into my chest. What had she lied about? Were she and Jonah more than friends? Was she going to see him again?”

“You did?” I asked, ignoring the lump in my throat.

“Yes.” She nodded. “I do have one regret about last night.”

I stood there, waiting for her to elaborate, still not sure I was out of the woods. What if she said the regret she had was that her first time had been with me and not Jonah?

Why did I keep thinking about Jonah Fucking Walsh? The guy had really gotten in my head. I’d never been worried about another man before. But maybe that’s because I’d never actually cared before.

“What?” I finally asked when she didn’t continue. “What do you regret?”

“I wanted to touch you. All of you.”

Fuck. The way she said it, the innocence and seduction in her tone, nearly undid me. All of the blood in my body felt like it rushed to my erection as she ran her hands along my chest and down lower to my torso. The tips of her fingers grazed my abs as she leaned forward and peppered kisses down my neck and onto my shoulder.

I’d been touched, kissed, and fucked by my share of women, but it had never felt like this before. This was so much more than what was happening between us physically.

Being with Kenna did not compare in any way to being with someone else. It was like the difference between tee ball and the major league. Sure, they were both technically the same game, but the level at which they were played was completely different. I wasn’t sure if it was like this with her because I was in love with her, or if it was because we shared a bond that had nothing to do with anything physical that was so strong and it increased the potency of our intimacy, or if it was just because we were compatible in that department.

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