Page 71 of Moonlit Kisses

“I’ll never get tired of you saying those words. I love you, Molly. You’re the sweetest, kindest woman I’ve ever met.” His eyes are full of emotion, and I know the words are completely true. He’s not saying them because I said it. He means them as much as I do.

He hoists me onto the kitchen counter, pressing his body into the space between my open legs. Our lips meet as his hands slide beneath my shirt, setting my skin on fire. I shuffle forward, making contact with his erection confined within the denim.

Suddenly, there’s an urgency between us. Clothes go flying left and right until we’re both naked, neither of us caring where they land.

His fingers slide through my slit as he kisses the breath from me. I’m already soaking and I want him inside me. Now! “I need you.” I press my pelvis forward and reach for him, wrapping my hand around his long, hard shaft. “Please don’t make me wait,” I pant. My heart’s hammering, swollen with love for the man who’s about to fill my body, just as he’s filled my life since I arrived.

“I need you. I promise we’ll go slow later.”

“Don’t care. Just get inside me.” I pant.

He thrusts in. Hard. Forcing all the air out of my lungs. My mouth drops open in bliss. “Fuck. You look so good with my dick in your pussy.” I moan. God, I love his filthy mouth. “Look down, Dimples. I want you to see how beautiful your pussy looks stretched around my cock.”

I tilt my head down. The sight is erotic as he slides out; his shaft glistening from my arousal. He slides back in on a groan and I press forward, meeting his push with my own. His lips drop to my breast, and he sucks the nipple into his mouth, sending shockwaves to my clit. I run my hands across his shoulders and down his back, feeling his muscles tense and move with his thrusts. I kiss the top of his head and he tips his face up to meet my mouth. His hands grasp my hips tight as he holds me in place to take his punishing pounding. My heart thumps hard against my ribcage as my breaths become choppy.

“Oh my God. That feels so good. I … I’m getting close. I … I need …” I whisper on harsh breaths.

One hand leaves my hip and he brings his fingers to my clit. He pinches the bundle of nerves, then rubs tight circles, building me higher. My toes curl as I run my hands through his sweaty hair, pulling his head in tighter to me. My breaths are short and sharp, matching the warm puffs of his against my neck. He pulls back, our eyes locking as I break apart and I feel his gaze drilling into me, all the way to my soul. My muscles clench around his shaft and Max grits his teeth. The veins in his neck pronounced as he slows his thrusts through my orgasm, my cum coating his cock. His head drops and his mouth envelopes my other breast. I moan as my muscles continue to pulse.

Max looks up at me, one side of his mouth tilted up. “I fucking love making you come. The way your body flushes and your pussy strangles my cock. I’m never gonna get enough of this. Enough of you.” We both lean forward, our tongues reaching for the other, sealing his words with a savage kiss.

He pulls out of my pussy partway and surges forward. He pounds into me, hammering my pussy. His shaft grows inside me, setting off a second, smaller orgasm I wasn’t expecting. His dick pulses. “Fuuuuck! Your pussy is heaven.” He throws his head back. “Fuck!” His cum streams out of him and into me and I wish this was the time we were making a baby.

Dropping his head back down, he roughly takes my mouth and I wrap my legs around him, keeping him locked inside me as long as possible as we share a prolonged kiss. Running my fingers through his hair, I grasp the strands at the base and keep him exactly where I want him. We’re messy in this moment as our tongues twist around each other, our teeth clash, and I’m completely and utterly his.

No question about it.

We separate, dropping our foreheads together. Our eyes locked, our breaths combining. Gray eyes to mossy green. “I fucking love you, Molly.”

I smile. And it’s full and happy. “I fucking love you, Max.” I chuckle.

We hold each other as our bodies cool, staring into each other’s eyes. I can see right to his core, and I know what we have is rare and special. Not everyone is lucky enough to find this and I’m never going to let it go. And I know with certainty Max feels the same.

CHAPTER35

–max–

“Doyou mind if we get some fresh fruit?” Molly fidgets with her bracelet. I noticed how much she enjoyed the fresh fruit we had for breakfast the morning after the first night we slept together, and she always had some in her apartment.

I stop, pulling the cart to the side of the aisle and turn Molly to face me. “Of course we can buy fresh fruit and vegetables and whatever else you need, Dimples. Why are you worried about asking?”

Her eyes skate around me, glancing everywhere but at me. “Fresh fruit was … still is a luxury for me. When I have money, it’s one of the first things I buy. I wasn’t sure if fruit was something you have on the regular and I didn’t want to impose my preferences on you. I notice you don’t seem to eat a lot of fruit and you don’t have any in your fridge.”

Such a simple thing. I’ve always eaten fruit. Mom always made sure we had fresh fruit every day with breakfast and Dad always packed fruit in our lunch box. As an adult, though, I can’t remember the last time I took fruit to work that wasn’t in a pie or muffin. I usually have a small amount of fresh fruit in the fridge at home for snacks or breakfast, but if I skip eating it for a day, I don’t really think about it. Shit! It’s not something I’ve thought about, which means I take it for granted. Here’s Molly, who’s always lived on the poverty line or close to it and she would never take something as simple as having fresh fruit every day for granted. She considers it a damn luxury.

I pull her in close and kiss her forehead. “If it will make you happy, we can have fresh fruit and vegetables for every single meal. I never want you to think you can’t ask for what you want, for what you need. Being on my own, I didn’t bother keeping much in the house. I’d make simple meals for dinner, and I was slack with breakfast. We can do better with two of us.”

We make our way to the fruit and vegetables, and I watch as Molly carefully handpicks fruits and vegetables with glee written all over her face. Glancing at the prices, I note she’s choosing the basic options that aren’t too expensive.

I’m not having it. “Do you like berries?”

Her head snaps up to mine, then she glances across to the berry display. “I love raspberries, but they’re a little expensive.”

“I love raspberries too. Let’s get some.” I push the cart across and grab two containers of raspberries, two of strawberries, and one of blackberries. My girl will never go without the necessities of life again. Shit that we all take for granted.

Molly steps closer to the cart, studying the contents. Her gray eyes slowly creep up to mine and she tucks a lock of her silky hair behind her ear. “Oh, that’s a lot. I don’t know if we’ll get through all of it before it goes bad.”

I shrug. “I’m pretty sure I can eat a whole container in one sitting. I doubt it’ll be a problem.” I peck her forehead. “C’mon, we need to keep moving.” I need to make sure my girl has everything she needs at her fingertips. We move down the aisles, filling the cart with groceries. More than I’ve ever bought before, but I’m not stopping until the cart is full. We’ve got one more section to go. Ice cream. “What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”

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