Page 86 of Moonlit Kisses

“It looks great, Beth. Luckily, I have a bottomless pit for a stomach.” I pat my stomach.

Martin and Beth chuckle. “Beth makes the best Tiramisu.” His eyes are full of pride as he looks at his wife.

Beth dishes up and we’re all quiet as we take our first spoonfuls. Molly moans in delight and it reminds me of the sounds she makes when I’m balls deep inside her. My cock swells in my jeans and I discreetly adjust my position and will him to behave. Molly glances across at me, then down at my lap. Her eyes widen and a half-smile touches her lips when she sees my predicament. She licks a smudge of cream from her bottom lip and raises a sculpted brow at me. Minx. She knows exactly what she does to me and I’ll be sure to collect retribution when we get home.

Molly clears her throat, glances at me, then locks her sights on Martin. “Uh, Martin. I hope you don’t mind, but I need to say something I think is important.”

“Sure.” He braces himself and Beth places her hand over the top of Martin’s in a show of support. “Go ahead.”

Molly tucks a lock of hair behind her ear and fidgets with her bracelet for a moment. Her eyes rise slowly, and she draws in a deep breath, then releases it. “I really appreciate your apology. It meant a lot to me to know that you took responsibility for what happened all those years ago. But I think we all know Mom didn’t necessarily need to run away to the other side of the country and leave everyone behind. I know she was doing what she thought was right and I don’t pretend to know what she was going through or thinking at the time. In her mind, she wanted to protect me, and I’ll be forever grateful for that. I’m not going to wish my life was different, because my life has been good. Great even. I had a loving stepfather who was the best dad a girl could ask for. He loved me as though I was his biological daughter.”

Martin nods and his posture deflates a little.

“If Jack hadn’t come into our lives, I would never have had Ethan. He was an awesome kid. I loved him with all of my heart.” Her eyes are glassy, so I wrap my arm around Molly’s shoulder and draw her in close. “And while I appreciate you feel responsible for the way I grew up, none of that falls on your shoulders.” She reaches across, taking Martin’s hand, and a tear drops over her bottom lashes to coast down her cheek. “I don’t blame you or hold you responsible. I’m happy, mostly, with how my life was as I grew up. I was loved and cared for. I knew I was the most important person in Mom’s life and Jack’s life when he came along. Mom always made sure I had nutritious food whenever she could, and she always made sure I was safe. I went to school and did all the things that I was supposed to do. So please, please let that go.”

I’m fucking proud of my girl. I glance across at Martin as he stands, his eyes red, tears streaming down his cheeks. He moves around the table and drags Molly up into his arms, embracing her. They hold each other close. They hold each other in acceptance of a past that can’t be changed, and for a future spread out in front of them. My eyes flick across at Beth. She’s crying too, but her lips are tipped up slightly at the edges, her hand clutched in front of her heart.

She glances at me and nods. And I know we’re thinking the same thing. Everything’s going to be okay.

* * *

As soon as we get through the front door, I press Molly up against the wall and cup her face in my rough hands. “You are so fucking strong.” I press the palm of my hand to her heart. “Your heart is pure and giving and kind. I feel privileged that I have even a small place in it.”

I rub my nose along the side of hers, drawing her scent into my lungs. She smells like springtime; like a garden in bloom. I skate my lips across hers, swallowing her sigh. Dragging my hand down her body, I slide my fingers between hers and raise her arm above her head, trapping it against the wall. Repeating the process, I trap both of her hands above her head in one of mine.

Her breasts heave in time with her harsh pants as I leisurely drag my eyes down her lush body. “I love you, Molly.” I lunge forward, taking her mouth in a harsh kiss. A kiss full of lust, love, and fucking gratitude.

Gratitude that this strong, sexy woman is mine.

She whimpers into the kiss, and I thrust my tongue inside to tangle with hers. I hold both her hands with one of mine and slide my other hand down her arm until I get to the side of her breast. She trembles beneath my touch and my internal caveman beats on his chest.

Me.

Iget her this hot.

She presses her pelvis forward as our teeth gnash, our breaths coming in hard pants as we battle for oxygen. “Max. I need you to fuck me. Please.”

I draw back, admiring the glazed look in her steely eyes. “Well, that’s convenient, because I need to fuck you.”

She gifts me her dimples and raises her eyebrows. “That sounds like a win-win situation.”

“Absolutely,” I whisper as I kiss my way down the side of her neck, nibbling the space where it meets her shoulder. I trace down her body, kissing over the top of the fabric of her dress. Dropping to my knees, I fulfill a fantasy and lift the skirt, dropping it over my head until I’m completely shrouded by the black material. I press my nose against her black cotton panties, inhaling her scent and nuzzling her clit. She presses her hips forward, creating more friction, and my tongue slips out to stroke the fabric, which is soaked with her arousal. “So fucking hot,” I murmur.

“Mmm, Max,” she mumbles.

I grasp her underwear and slide it down her legs to give me uninhibited access to her hot pussy. Without hesitation, I swipe my tongue through her lips. Her heat sears me and I moan. “Fucking delicious.”

Actually, I decide I don’t like being covered with her dress. I can’t see her face as I taste her, and that won’t fucking do. Standing, I make quick work of removing her sweater and dress, exposing her sublime body to me. I reach around behind her and flick the release on her bra. As it loosens, Molly slides each strap down her arms and throws it to the floor. She’s completely naked for my perusal. “You are goddamn beautiful.” I reach forward to cup her breasts. “Perfect.” Leaning forward, I take a rosy nipple into my mouth while I roll and pinch the other to a hard peak. I swap over, paying the other globe the same attention, then kiss and lick my way down her body. Her stomach trembles, making the jewelry there catch the moonlight streaming in through the entry window.

She moans as she grasps my hair, pushing me to where she wants me most and I chuckle, huffing a hot breath across her pretty pink clit which is swollen and begging for attention. I position one leg over my shoulder and lean forward to draw it into my mouth with a firm suck, then glide my tongue around the bundle of nerves. Molly’s hips shoot forward on a gasp.

My eyes scrape up her body, flushed with arousal, a light sheen of perspiration coating her skin. Her head is tipped back in pleasure and her breasts tremble with anticipation. I glide my fingers through her lips and then thrust inside without warning, my eyes locked on the beauty of Molly’s lust. Her mouth drops open and a mewl escapes. Her walls flutter around my fingers as her clit pulses on my tongue.

I pull out and away from her body.

She drops her head, opening her eyes. “Why … why’d you stop?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Remember what you did to me during dessert?”

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