Page 81 of Lost in the Moonlight

“Please. Please don’t stop,” I said, and I didn’t even care that it sounded like a beg. All I knew was I needed this. I needed to feel and think of nothing but the way the weight of him felt on me. The way his kisses lit me up. The way my body seemed to notch perfectly to his.

He cursed and slammed his mouth against mine once more.

The gentle tango became a desperate crescendo. Bodies pushing. Hands seeking. Mouths soothing. Exploring each otherwith tongue and teeth and fingers. His deep moan sent a delightful thrill along my veins.

When I pushed at his sweats, he rolled away to stand by the bed, slipping them down his thighs, and I finally caught sight of all of him. He was beautifully carved. Every muscle held the same hungry look that existed in his eyes. I fought my natural instinct to cover myself. Instead, I placed a hand on my belly, playing with the diamond stud, and his nostrils flared.

He knelt on the bed, the mattress sinking, sending me sliding toward him as he reached for my underwear and all but tore them from my body before covering my core with his mouth. All it took was a few flicks of his tongue and those masterful fingers to send me over the edge all over again, my entire body crying out with pleasure and release.

It was too much and still not enough.

I wasn’t sure I’d ever have enough when it came to him.

“Are you done yet, Sweetness?” It was a growl, daring me to say no, and when I responded with, “Not even close,” those beautiful eyes turned to midnight.

He remained frozen, staring at me for a long time, as if trying to assess if I truly believed my own words. I pushed the dare, curling my hand around the length of him, palming the tip, sliding down the base. His eyes fluttered closed in the most delightful way.

He leaned across my body, reaching for a drawer and coming back with a condom wrapper he tore open with his teeth and slid on with an expertise that had one little beat of truth hitting me. This may be my first time, but Lincoln had done this many, many times.

It didn’t really matter. All that mattered was right now. These seconds beating between us. My arms welcomed hisreturn as he settled back between my legs, mouth finding mine as if we’d been apart months rather than seconds.

His tip was at my entrance when his hand tipped my chin upward.

“Are you sure?”

The deep, throaty question had me answering with a simple thrust of my hips that nearly embedded him.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said softly, eyes boring into me.

My soul seemed to expand at those simple words. I hadn’t told him it was my first time, but he seemed to have figured it out anyway.

“The only thing that will hurt is if you stop.”

He groaned, head resting on my chest. When he looked back up, he pushed slowly inside me, stretching me as my heart swelled. My body quivered. My lungs forgot to breathe.

“You feel so good. So goddamn good.” Worry coasted his brow. “You’re sure I’m not hurting you?”

It had pinched. There’d been a stab of pain mixed in with the pleasure, but it was already fading. I shook my head and shoved my hips at him again.

“Hold on, then,” he said, and he drove deeper inside me. My entire being sighed in approval. In want.

We shifted into a slow, erotic dance that had every part of me melting into him until there was no end of him and no beginning of me. Just one being moving together. One kiss. One thrust. Singular touches and licks and gasps.

My legs curled up, locking behind him, the angle intensifying every stroke.

It was the singular most magnificent moment of my life.

Our movements went from soft and slow to hungry, searching for the mountain top, the edge we needed to dive off. And when the summit was reached, when the inexplicable gateway to heaven opened, pleasure slashed through me like nothing I’d ever thought possible.

And as my body trembled and shook, he let out a quiet roar and dove over after me.

We kept moving, gentle rocks, until every last ripple of pleasure had been felt.

When we finally came to a stop, I hated that we’d reverted to two people instead of one.

I wanted to go back to that place where nothing but the singular “us” existed.

He rolled to the side, taking me with him, arm banding around me with a force that felt both possessive and protective.

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