Page 69 of Blue Moon Love

As I gently flexed my fingertips, massaging her head, her lips parted, and she sucked me into the wet warmth of her mouth. A groan ripped from my chest as I felt my engorged, sensitive tip hit the back of her throat. It was only for a millisecond before she slid back up my hard column of flesh, but the tingling sensation on my mushroom head lingered. Her tongue flattened against my shaft as she licked me up and down, sending tingling pleasure rippling through my body.

My hands fisted in her hair, and I tried to regulate my breathing as her fingers tightened around the base of my shaft, squeezing me as her mouth moved up and down in illicit strokes. I was doing okay, keeping my release at bay, until she moaned, and it caused a vibration to permeate my cock.

Without any warning, I grabbed her shoulders and lifted her up, spinning her around once more so her back was facing me. I took myself in my right hand and held her hip with my left, aligned myself with her opening, and pushed inside of her. Her canal tightened around me, resisting my intrusion. Fighting every urge to thrust into her, I took my time, watching from behind as I disappeared into her body. Slowly, she sank onto me, her back arched as a whimper of pleasure filled the air, and her fingernails dug into my skin as she gripped my knees.

Once I was fully embedded in her, my hands moved to her ass cheeks. I massaged them as she adjusted to my size. Soon, her hips were moving of their own accord, grinding in a sensual roll on my lap. When I felt her inner walls begin to spasm around my steel-hard shaft, I moved one hand to her hip, and the other reached around and slipped between her legs. Using just the tip of my middle finger, I brushed over her swollen clit.

Within seconds, her entire body began to shake. Once I knew she had reached climax, I surrendered to my own. Surge after surge of pleasure shot through me as her body milked every last drop of release from me.

I was still recovering from the mind-blowing release when she stood and shut the water off. I thought she was going to step out of the shower, but instead, she moved back and sat sideways on my lap. Her legs were draped over my thighs as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

As I held her, one hand moved up and down her outer thigh while we both caught our breath.

“I’ve missed you,” I told her again.

It might not be what she wanted to hear, but it was the truth.

“I missed you, too,” she whispered against my neck. As she did, she shifted, and her arm brushed against my ribs.

I hissed in pain, and she jerked away from me. “What is it?” she asked. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, it’s not you. I have two cracked ribs.”

“What?!” She shot off my lap.

“I’m fine,” I assured her.

“No, you’re not. You have stitches in your head and two cracked ribs.”

I figured I might as well tell her everything. “And a dislocated shoulder.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Why didn’t you tell me? We shouldn’t have done that.”

“Yes, we should have. You are better than any pain medicine.” I reached out toward her, but she moved away and stepped out of the shower.

“I could have really hurt you.”

Yes, she could. But not physically.

“But you didn’t.” I stood and stepped out of the shower. “I’m fine.”

She did not look convinced as she handed me a towel to dry off. I could see she was upset, which was fair. I would be too if she was hurt and hadn’t told me. But I knew if I had, she would never have let me touch her; she would have kept her distance from me, been scared to touch me. Being with Kenna healed me in ways that no rest or medication could.

“Hey.” I pulled her to me, the towel falling to the floor as I cupped her face.

Her large eyes lifted up to me. I stared down at her, wishing that I could tell her that I was in love with her, that I wanted to be with her, and that I never wanted to leave her again. But that wouldn’t be fair to her. She deserved someone who was a hell of a lot better than me. Even with my best intentions, I knew I would hurt her. It was in my DNA.

Since I couldn’t say those things, I repeated for the third time tonight, “I missed you, pretty girl. I never want to go this long without speaking again. I can’t do it. I was going crazy.”

She nodded in agreement. “Me too.”

“No matter what, nothing comes between us again. Deal?”

“Deal.”

I pulled her into my arms, and she let me, even though I could feel her trying not to lean against me for fear of hurting me.

“I love you,” I whispered against the top of her head.

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