Page 92 of The Boy from Half Moon

“Have you showered?”

“Just before you got home. I’ve kinda been thinking about this before now,” I confessed.

Tate tugged on the waistband of my shorts and slid his hand inside, quickly looking up at me, wide-eyed. “No boxers?” he gulped.

“Nope!” He moved my hand to his privates. He was as hard as me. “Is that a yes?” I asked.

“Give me fifteen minutes exactly,” he said. “Then come up to the bedroom, big boy.”

Tate hopped off the counter and quickly moved toward the stairs. I grabbed his hand and pulled him back and into my arms, smothering his mouth with my own. I kissed him passionately, my hands unbuttoning his dress shirt and exploring his chest as he struggled for breath. After basically manhandling him, I stepped away.

“Fifteen minutes,” I acknowledged.

Tate backed up a step at a time, watching me, stepping back, watching me, until he turned and sprinted up the stairs.

I wanted to make love to my man. Another first for me on my journey of discovery with the person who awakened the man in me.

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE: Tate

Luke’s footsteps on the staircase echoed through the open floor plan of the loft. The blinds were pulled, blocking the afternoon sun from the dim bedroom. My cock was rock solid underneath me, anticipation coursing through my electrified body as I lay across the king-sized bed.

“Wow!” Luke said, standing somewhere near the foot of the bed. The rustling sounds behind me alerted me to him removing his shorts and tank top.

He sat on the edge of the bed and brought his hand to the small of my back, resting it there. Every single one of my million nerve endings woke from his touch, sending messages to my body that I was about to experience something important.

But I was also worried that this act could easily be a trigger for Luke. He’d initially experienced a trigger when I introduced him to oral sex, but we overcame that hurdle after much discussion and many reassurances from me. He was fast becoming an expert in that love expression.

My face was flat against the bedspread, turned away from Luke. His movements would be a surprise for me at every corner as he explored. His hand moved lower, and a finger, or fingers, slid along my ass crack as he began. I instinctually lifted my butt slightly, giving him full access.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, coming to his knees beside me when he leaned in and kissed a butt cheek, his hand sliding down to the back of my thighs, where he gently nudged my legs apart.

Luke massaged my thighs, his hands applying pressure strokes as he started at my knees and came within inches of my hole. After straddling the back of my legs, he scooted down, his knees to the sides of my ankles, while he continued massaging my legs. Deep tissue strokes continued from the backs of my knees to my butt cheeks. He was deliberate, taking his time, as he had full access to my body.

I decided to lie still in the beginning, allowing him to feel no pressure to perform. If he was free to navigate his way to an act we had already discussed, I was confident he’d eventually get there.

Luke came forward, hands planted on the bed, one on each side of my shoulders. A push-up stance held him over me. Ever so slowly, he laid on top of me. First the front of his legs on the back of mine, and then his cock against my ass, some of its length pressed on my lower back, an outline hard to miss.

After a short time of testing my ability to support his weight, he laid down completely, his weight pressing me into the mattress. I was at once crushed, yet thrilled, as he moved his hands under my chest and cradled me from behind, my bubble butt squarely in his target zone.

“I want you to be mine,” he whispered in my ear, beginning to grind his hips. “All of you.”

Fireworks exploded in my fantasy-riddled mind as he took complete control of me. Luke could take my life if he was so inclined. I was that weak against his strength. My skin crawled like a thousand tiny spiders were spreading over me, exploding nerve endings erupting when he placed his mouth on my neck, digging and searching with his mouth.

I squirmed underneath him when his mouth aggressively worked on the tenderest spots of my neck, causing me to shiver in anticipation.

“Open your mouth,” he spoke into my ear. I did as he asked, feeling him remove one of his arms from where he had me in a from-behind bear hug, and his hand gripped my chin. “All the way,” he ordered.

A brief moment of fear entered my mind. Luke had proved in the last three weeks to be a very good learner. And to his credit, I had mentioned more than a few times that I liked things a bit on the rough side, but only if he was comfortable with that. As our lovemaking became more frequent, twice a day or more, if Luke had his way, he was full of surprises.

Two of his fingers entered my mouth. “Suck on those,” he urged. “Get them very wet, my love.”

A nasty, muscularly built, stud of a man was what I desired. Luke was all that, but he was also tenderhearted and used words like my love when we had sex. I assumed it may help remind him of who we were to each other whenever we were sexual.

Not only did Luke turn me on physically, but his manner of speaking and sharing such sweet words sent me to an entirely different level. In my opinion, having sweaty, intense, and incredible sex is enhanced by a factor of a thousand when my partner refers to me with such a sincere endearment.

Luke used his knees to spread my legs while still maintaining his position on top of me. Taking some of his weight off me, he supported himself on his knees and brought his saliva-covered fingers to my entrance, swirling around it as I relaxed.

“I don’t want to hurt you, love,” he said, moving his fingers in a circular motion, every so often pressing against my resistance to see if I could take them.

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