Page 89 of Moonlit Kisses

He draws me in close, wrapping his arms around my lower back, resting his hands on my butt, locking us together. “How are you feeling, Dimples?”

I pause for a moment to assess how I’m feeling. Peering up into Max’s caring eyes, which are almost brown today, I answer honestly. “I’m not gonna lie. I was nervous. He’s the age that Ethan never got to be, and I wasn’t sure if I’d be okay … emotionally. You know?” I draw in a sharp breath as Max nods. “I didn’t want to be a sobbing mess in front of him and make things awkward.”

Max presses his forehead to mine, kissing the tip of my nose. “You’ve lost so much and yet you’re still thinking about everyone else. You’re incredible. You know that, right?”

The heat that rises to my cheeks is embarrassing. “Not really. I didn’t want to start out with grief between us. He’s just a kid and I’m a stranger. I’m glad we could connect with my drawings, though. I think having something we can do together will make it easier for us to get to know each other.”

“He was impressed with your talent. But I feel sorry for the kid. He now has to deal with two sisters. I might have to give him some tips.” I swat playfully at Max’s arm, which he attempts to dodge, but I’m too quick and make contact with his muscular bicep. “C’mon, Dimples. Let’s get outta here.”

CHAPTER45

–max–

I waketo Molly’s mouth wrapped around my cock, her silky hair tickling my thighs. A moan escapes and I raise my head to look down my body at the gorgeous sight of my dick disappearing into her warm mouth. The sensations are incredible, and I prop one hand behind my head to watch. I sift my fingers through her silky strands to push them away from her face, to give me an unobstructed view.

Her eyes lift to find mine and she smiles around my cock at me. I gently massage her scalp, watching her saliva coat my cock as it slides out of her mouth. Her hand follows the movement while her other hand cups my balls. She squeezes gently and I moan, pressing my hips up.

“Take it deep.” I grunt, as I push my pelvis up again. She swallows around the shaft, then uses her teeth to lightly graze my dick as she slides her mouth up. My body trembles, anticipating the downward stroke and hitting the back of her gorgeous throat.

Tight and hot.

She moans as she sinks back down, and I’m gone. “Good girl,” I groan as my fingers clench in her hair, my balls draw up tight, and darkness flickers around the edge of my vision. I shatter, my heart tearing apart and gluing back together in one swift action. Cum streams down her throat and the eager lover that she is, she swallows it all down. I drop my head back, panting for breath as she cleans my shaft with her delicate tongue, and I finally release my harsh grip on her silky hair.

I peel my lids back open as I feel her sliding up beside me; her swollen lips caressing my torso on the way. Her slender fingers flick and pinch my nipples as she makes her way up to be level with me.

“Happy birthday, Max.”

I raise my eyebrow. I didn’t think she knew. “How did you know?”

Her dimples make an appearance. “Emma.” One word.

“Well, thank you for my birthday gift. I loved it. Feel free to give me gifts like that whenever the mood strikes.” I gently brush her hair away from her face, raising my head to take her mouth in a grateful kiss, but she pulls back slightly.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday today?” I’m not sure if she’s hurt or not, her eyes glimmer with something, but I don’t think it’s hurt feelings. It feels more like … curiosity.

I glide my hand down her hair in a long stroke, moving down her slender back to rest on the cheek of her ass. “I didn’t tell you because you’ve already given me so much. I didn’t want you to feel obligated to buy me a gift or to make a fuss. You’re enough. Until the end of my days. You’re all I need. All I want.” Her eyes go soft and she presses forward, touching her lips to mine in a slow exploration. “I fucking love kissing you,” I whisper, my lips touching hers as I roll over.

As I line up my needy cock with her slick heat, I thrust my tongue inside to mirror the action of my hips. We both moan, closing our eyes momentarily as we’re lost in the bliss. Every time I’m inside this woman, our bond grows, the tether between us tightening.

“I want us to get married soon. I don’t want to wait.” The words roll off my tongue. I don’t know what it is, but when I’m inside her, it’s like a truth serum explodes through my veins and I can’t keep my thoughts inside.

Molly’s eyes spring open. “Like how soon?”

“Like next month soon. Say you will.”

She smiles, big and bright. “Of course. Can we get married on the beach, where you proposed to me?”

“Sounds perfect.” I lean forward and press my lips against hers. “This is the best birthday ever.”

I slide my hand down her slender thigh and pull her leg up high, opening her to me and return my mouth to hers as I slide my hips back. With lips barely touching, eyes locked tight, I drive into my girl over and over again. Our breaths blend and meld. The scent of sex fills the air, adding to the headiness of our lovemaking. Molly meets me thrust for thrust, building our pleasure.

She whimpers as I slide my hand under her ass and tilt her hips, changing the angle. Her short nails are sure to leave scratches on my shoulders as she grips me tight. The thought of seeing her marks on me makes my cock throb and pulse, my balls getting ready to shoot my load. One of these days, that cum is going to knock her up and I can’t wait for that day. Until then, I’m happy to take us to completion as many times as possible until we get it just right.

Molly’s walls spasm and I grunt as I work to hold back my release. I move closer to her ear. “Be a good girl and choke my cock.” I suck and nip the lobe and she cries out as her walls squeeze around my shaft. Her body stiffens, her breaths turn choppy. I grit my teeth to hold on to my release. “Don’t fight it. Come,” I demand, harshly.

Her release washes through her body like a wave as her pussy clamps down around my cock, choking it to oblivion, and I shatter. “Fuuuuck!” I press my hips in tight to Molly’s. If I could fucking climb inside her right now, I would. I smooth her sweaty hair away from her face and smile at the serene look. I want to beat my chest in pride that I’m the man to put that look on her face. Her leg drops away from my hip to the bed and she squeezes her internal muscles. “Fuck. Stop.” Shit. She chuckles. That almost hurt.

I drop my forehead to hers. “Happy fucking birthday to me,” I whisper against her lips. Then I capture her mouth in a kiss that I hope she feels all the way to her toes.

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