Page 60 of Moonlit Kisses

Max turns off the water and drags me out of the shower, drying my body with purpose. Whatever he has planned didn’t involve the shower.

“I hope you’re fucking ready, Dimples.”

My tummy flips at the promise in his voice as he dips down, situating his shoulder into my middle before standing and striding to my bedroom. He drops me onto the bed without ceremony and I bounce slightly before settling in the middle of the mattress, resting on my elbows so I can watch him. He prowls toward me.

“Be a good girl and open your legs for me.” His voice is commanding and I eagerly comply with his direction. He positions my feet flat on the bed to his liking, raising my knees. “Let them drop to the bed.” Even though I’m incredibly exposed like this, I do as I’m told. He folds his arm across his chest, then rubs the thumbnail of his other hand across his bottom lip as he studies me. It’s an action I’ve seen him do a thousand times, but it’s goddamn sexy in this moment. I’m so exposed like this, but I’m panting in anticipation. His eyes rise to my breasts, which quiver with each rapid breath. “Fucking beautiful,” he rasps on a heavy exhale.

He crawls onto the bed and drops his head between my legs, swiping his tongue from the bottom of my pussy to the top, sending a shiver through my body. A sigh escapes, and I drop my head back on my shoulders enjoying the sensations. Everything he does to my body makes me hotter and sends me higher.

Once he’s teased me close to release, he stops and moves behind me, leaving me feeling empty. He rests his back against the headboard and pulls me into the cradle of his thighs, his erection pressing into my lower back. Taking each of my legs, he positions them on the outside of his, keeping me open wide. I wriggle against him.

“Stop it. It’s my turn to play.”

With one hand, he collects my hair and lays it over one shoulder, exposing my neck to his roughened cheek. He kisses behind my ear, dragging his lips in lazy kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. My blood vibrates through my body with arousal. He moves back and sucks on my neck as his hands move around to my quivering tummy. One work-roughened hand glides up to cup my breast, rolling and pinching my nipple as he continues to suck on my neck.

The sensations are overloading my senses and he hasn’t really done anything yet. I don’t know what I’m seeking, but I need something, so I push my hips forward. His other hand caresses down my stomach, flicking my naval piercing as he nips my neck. My pussy clenches the closer he gets to the tiny patch of hair right above my pubic bone.

“I fucking love this.” He pinches the hair between his fingers and pulls firmly, making me gasp.

With a firm hand, he tilts my head and takes my mouth. Invading with his tongue, he strokes and tangles with mine as his fingers keep working over my breasts and then slides down through my soaked folds. I reach back to wrap my hand around his head, keeping his lips locked to mine as his deft fingers circle my clit before driving into my opening. My pussy clenches at the welcome intrusion. He moves two fingers in and out of me before returning to my clit to circle the bundle of sensitive nerves. Teasing me and sending my body higher. His other hand leaves my head and moves downward, teasing my breast before continuing down to my pussy. His fingers slide down my pussy lips, stretching me open wide.

“Good girl. You’re so wet for me.” He lands a kiss on my shoulder, dragging his roughened cheek along my neck. The feel of his bristles against my smooth skin adds to the overload of sensations, taking me closer to the edge.

I moan and push my pelvis up, hoping he’ll breach my opening again. Instead, he taps my clit and glides his hands down and back up the inside of my thighs, leading back to my pussy lips, making my thighs tremble under his roughened touch. He drags his fingers through my folds; one hand tending my clit while he finger fucks me roughly. His long fingers finding that special place inside which can send me flying. “Please, Max.”

He withdraws his fingers, circling my clit, then caresses his way back up toward my breasts, leaving my pussy empty and throbbing. Frustration builds strong and swift, but he has plans and no amount of begging on my part will interfere. I’ve learned that he likes to be in charge and I trust him to give me the pleasure I need. He squeezes the mounds of my breasts together and plucks at my nipples until they’re hard peaks.

“Look at your sexy body.”

I glance down at my body and am surprised by how erotic it looks. My nipples are erect, and their soft pink color has become a ruddy rouge, my tummy’s trembling, and my hips are moving without any guidance from me, my legs open wide and shaking. My skin’s covered in a sheen of sweat and is flushed a pretty pink. I can’t see my pussy, but I know it’s throbbing.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this. Look at this greedy pussy, waiting for me to fill her up.” I can only moan in response, words evading my brain.

His hand slides down my trembling body and I suck in a sharp breath as he thrust three fingers inside me. I’m so wet and ready to come. I raise my hips and turn my head to look up at him. “Max, stop teasing me. I need to come.” I sound like a whiny brat.

“I want to play with you first. Now be a good girl and stop moving.” He pushes my hips back onto the bed and continues his ministrations. Every time I get close to coming, he moves away and tends to another part of my body. Holding my throat, he kisses me deeply, tasting my desperation.

I’ve never been left on edge like this, especially not for this long. I’m terrified I’m going to rip in half when he finally lets me come. His tongue thrusts in and out of my mouth as his fingers mirror the action in my pussy, as his palm presses down on my clit. My internal muscles clench and I finally explode.

Blackness swamps my vision and the breath in my lungs seizes as my entire body convulses. My toes curl under, cramping at the extreme release of tension. I trap his hand between my thighs to prevent him from leaving me.

“That was fucking beautiful. You’re gorgeous when you come,” he rasps in my ear. His breaths heavy, his heart pounding against my back. I think I may have blacked out for a second or two.

He kisses me tenderly. Slowly. Reverently.

My body’s a quivering, boneless mess of limbs and flesh. I’m mildly aware of him sliding down the bed and situating me over his cock, which is standing straight up from his body. He lowers me slowly, lining up my still throbbing pussy and easily sliding inside. I drop forward, resting my hands on his firm thighs, the hairs tickling my palms. Trying to catch my breath and regain my senses, Max lifts my hips, sliding me up and down his steely shaft. He’s using me for his own pleasure now and it’s so damn hot.

He groans and I answer him with a moan. “You feel so damn good,” I whisper.

He thrusts in deeper, and I circle my hips on the downward stroke. “Wefeel so damn good, Dimples. You and me together.”

I sigh internally. This man always seems to say the right things. But they’re not empty words, he always follows up with actions.

Max and I work in tandem to build a solid rhythm. He thrusts up as I drop down, swiveling my hips each time to make sure he hits that special place inside of me. Dragging his cock out of my body, he swivels me around until I’m laying on my back. He rises over the top of me, sweat dripping down the side of his face. His muscles taut as he holds himself over me. I grip his shaft and guide it back into my body, sighing as he strokes in deep. The V leading down to his pelvis is stark and guides my eyes to where we’re joined intimately.

“Be a good girl and watch me destroy your pussy.”

I glance up to him, nodding that I heard his command, then drop my eyes back to where his penis draws out of me inch by glorious inch. The glistening shaft gradually showing more of itself before he lunges back inside with a forceful thrust.

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