Page 235 of Under an Endless Moon

A whimper rolled out of me, and I leaned back against him, welcoming the teasing kisses that moved back up the side of my neck and to my ear. “And dressed like this. You know exactly what you do to me.”

Chills flashed as he slowly smoothed his hands back down my body to my hips to gather the material of the dress’s full skirt.

He leisurely dragged it up.

“Everyone is going to be here in thirty minutes.” It was supposed to come out a rebuff of the direction he was traveling, but instead it came out a question.

Or maybe a challenge.

He emitted a low chuckle, lips nipping at my ear. “While I prefer to take my time with you, I’m willing to make it fast. Last thing we want is me hard and thinking about getting in this pussy during the entire family barbecue.”

He cupped me over my pelvic bone, and his fingers pressed between my thighs over my underwear.

Energy crackled. Though it was light. A tease. Zinging around us in the joy that we’d found.

“Like you aren’t going to be, anyway.” I tried to play it a taunt, but it came out breathy when he pushed the fabric aside and dragged his fingers through my slit.

Arousal rushed, a throbbing ache that instantly lit.

This man had me in a puddle of need in a second flat.

“Now that is no lie, but I think I’m going to need to have my moonflower, anyway. Seeing as how you’re already dripping for me.”

“I think that would be a very good idea,” I whispered, words barely audible as he played with my clit. Fingertips just brushing over my nub.

Tiny flickers of pleasure sparked across my flesh, and surprise jolted from me when he suddenly pushed my chest down onto the table and tossed the skirt of my dress up high.

Cool air brushed my backside, then heat followed it as he leaned down to drag my underwear down my legs, the man kissing along the cleft of my ass as he went. He wound them free of my heels, then he straightened.

The man a tower behind me.

Strength and volatility.

Softness and greed.

He was everything. Every element that I needed.

I heard the jangle of his belt and the zipper of his jeans, then I moaned when he lined the fat head of his cock up with my center.

“You ready for me, Little Moonflower?”

“I’m always ready, my burly bear.”

He drove intome, taking me whole.

My nails raked at the tabletop as a desirous cry jutted from my mouth.

The man filling me so full I couldn’t breathe. So full I couldn’t feel anything but the abject pleasure that he brought.

“Fuck, Raven. Doesn’t matter how many times I have you, I can’t get enough. Pure fuckin’ heaven.”

That pleasure glowed as he withdrew and rocked back in.

“My paradise,” he rumbled as he seated himself to the hilt.

He picked up a reckless rhythm, fucking into me with long, hard strokes. Big hands gripped onto my hips as he pounded relentlessly.

Perfectly.

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