Page 68 of The Boy from Half Moon

“I hoped we might kiss and stuff like that. I wasn’t real sure about the other stuff we might do.”

His direct but shy way of communicating was refreshing. Rather than some random guy who played games about hooking up or feigned shyness when making a move, Luke was authentically innocent in his approach. Perhaps what he truly desired was for me to prompt him, an invitation to proceed with his wants. My feeling was that he simply didn’t know how to communicate his desires very well.

“Would you like to sleep, Luke? Or would you prefer we kissed more tonight?” His movement was subtle, but I felt him stiffen up ever so slightly. “And there is no wrong or right answer here, either. I like sleeping, and it will be even better with you here. I also enjoyed kissing you earlier, so I could go for more kissing if you’d like.”

“We’re laying on our backs,” he observed. “Maybe that’s not a good way to kiss when in a bed?”

I swear if I didn’t know he’d suffered trauma, his innocence would have driven me wild with passion, and I would be all over him in a split second. On the other hand, there were some definite benefits to a slow waltz as well. The built-up desire inside me was better than any aphrodisiac I’d ever ingested.

“Is there a way you think we could figure out to make it easier for us to kiss?” I asked, taking the long-game approach.

His hand brushed my thigh before I even realized he’d slid it near me. My body’s reaction was instant and abrupt. My cock flexed to attention the moment I felt his touch.

“Do you think I’m too big to lie on top of you?” he asked, causing my balls to load one up in the chamber.

Easy does it, Tate. “That’s one of my favorite ways to kiss,” I stated. “And I like that you’re bigger than I am, Luke. I prefer it that way.”

“Should we try it then?” he asked, still lying flat on his back and not looking at me.

“I’d like that very much.”

Luke rolled to face me, using one arm to prop himself up, waiting for me to slide underneath him. Once I scooted under him, he placed his other hand on the opposite side and hovered over me like he was doing a push-up.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“How about you come closer?” I suggested. “Can I wrap my arms around you?” I added, looking up at the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. His pecs popped huge when he held himself over me. I wanted to explore, but knew this would be a leisurely walk, not a sprint. At least not yet.

“Mm-hmm,” he mumbled, his eyes darting as he took stock of what he was trying to accomplish.

“I am going to wrap my arms around your back, Luke. And then I’m going to encourage you to lie down on me. Don’t worry about hurting me. I’ll be just fine, okay?”

I slowly moved my hands around his lower back, careful to stay above his butt. I avoided his upper back below his shoulders because he was so broad, and I wanted my hands to touch him gently, with little effort on my part.

With little encouragement, Luke lowered himself on me until our entire bodies were touching. From head to toe, we were skin on skin, both of us with erections. As much as I wanted to fist his cock, I concentrated on not going too far and spoiling the progress.

“How is this?” I asked, moving a hand to the back of his head and gently rubbing it.

“I like it,” he stated, his muffled voice nestled against my neck. “Do we kiss now?”

“We do,” I whispered, gradually moving my legs apart to allow him to settle in between them, dispersing some of his weight.

Our cocks were pressed together, but no one was grinding just yet. I moved the hand from the back of his head and rejoined the free one on his lower back, inches from an ass I wanted to squeeze, then bringing them up to explore his powerful upper body. My hands detected the hard muscles that rippled across his expansive back.

“That feels nice,” he whispered. “Can you do more of that? Maybe pull me closer to you?”

My fingers interlocked, and I pulled him to me, kissing his chin now that he faced me directly. He tilted his chin down to kiss and our lips met. Luke was finding confidence in his skills at kissing, and the results were setting me on fire. He gently moved his mouth over mine, darting his tongue in and out with a subtle masculinity I’d never encountered. In an unprecedented move, he moved his hands to the back of my head and cradled me there while we kissed passionately.

Luke pulled away for a moment, and despite the dim light, our eyes connected, but nothing was said. Our joining and what we were feeling was the perfect connection.

“You are very kind to me,” he whispered, staring into my eyes. “And I like you so much, Tate.”

“I like you too, Luke.”

Our mouths collided again with more urgency. I doubted Luke knew he was grinding into me, and I certainly wasn’t going to discourage it, but if he continued, I would certainly orgasm. His breathing increased as we kissed, both of us taking the time to breathe.

“I’m going to move my hands lower, Luke,” I said. “Can I do that?”

“Yes,” he gasped, covering my mouth with his again, thrusting his tongue deeper, as he ground against me.

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