Page 18 of Loving Luna

Needed it, even.

It didn’t have to mean anything.

It could just be like all the other meaningless times we’d had sex.

They weren’t meaningless. Not to Drake.

I was getting really tired of arguing with my own subconscious.

Thankfully, Drake thought better of it, and gave in to my whispered plea, pushing his cockhead past my tight entrance.

I almost wept from the sheer relief.

My legs came up, wrapping around his hips, pushing him deeper inside me.

“Oh god, yes!” I cried.

And so began our familiar dance. He may have been right. It certainly felt like my pussy curved to his dick when he was plowing into me the way he was, when my body was singing from his touch, when I could feel the heat of arousal flowing through my veins, heating me from the inside out.

It’s just sex. Just a means to an end with someone I trust.

I told myself that as his cock plunged my depths, as his tongue lapped over my nipples, as my walls constricted around his length.

I told myself that over and over, until I couldn’t anymore.

Until the pleasure became overwhelming, until even my brain was clouded with euphoria.

And then my body tensed, flushing hot. It felt like all my nerve endings were on fire. His cock no longer felt like a means to an end, but now like a drug I couldn’t get enough of.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I cried.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

My eyes locked on his. I was beyond anything but abject obedience.

“Come with me,” he said.

And I did. We came together, and maybe it was because it had been weeks, or maybe it was because of the tension between us, but it was explosive, miraculous, and just oh so good.

“Fucccck!” I cried as my orgasm rushed through me.

“Fuck,” he moaned as he shuddered out the last remnants of his own release.

For a minute we stayed frozen in place, staring at each other, our panted breaths syncing up. Sweat glistened on our skin.

It had felt so damn good while it was happening. It had been so easy to say ‘consequences be damned’.

But now it was over, and the “after” had never been so awkward.

At least for me.

Drake was grinning like the cat who ate the canary, acting like it wasn’t awkward at all.

“See, babygirl? I told you we were good together.”

So, so good. But we both already knew that.

“Imagine how much better we could be…”

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