Page 25 of Marrying My Moth Lady

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that,” I interrupt. My face flames to an inferno level as my pulse kicks into high gear. I don’t want to look like a meek little mouse in the bedroom, but am I ready to share my darkest secrets with him? I take a deep breath and decide to consider this marriage real…until told otherwise. Complete honesty…no matter how many times I swallow my tongue during my confession. Lordy, must he wear that look of horror on his face? I like lusty Horus better.

“My first penetration was a silver bullet, but I’ve broken four toys since then. My latest is this guy,” I say, rolling to the other side of the nest where I sleep alone. From under my pillow, I pull out the Yeti Knotter 3000 and place it between us.

Horus’s eyes bug out so far, I fear they will pop out of his head. He stares at the phallus of purple and blue glittery silicone like it’s a cobra about to strike. Our eyes meet. His deep breath pulls his open shirt forward…have I turned him off? Fear pulls my lower lip between my teeth.

“I was worried about stretching you, now I’m worried about disappointing you.”

“You won’t,” I say, tucking the toy back into its hiding place. “I like the scenery better with you.”

“Hold that thought.” A boyish, shy version of his smile is back. To have the power over this cocky man’s ego is a heady aphrodisiac. My simple words. My pudgy body. My secret playtime. My clothes are on, but I’ve bared myself to this man…and he loves every curve.

“Hurting you would break my withered, black heart, so I’m glad you experimented on your own. I’m not a gentleman, regardless of the tux. I’m cold and selfish, but not abovefollowing instructions. Don’t be shy. Take what you need, goddess, and teach me to worship you.”

He makes quick work of his fly. His tented briefs push through the opening as he unbuttons the bottom buttons of his shirt. My jaw drops and my eyes roam like maple whirlybirds in the spring. He kicks his shoes, pants, and socks into a pile at the other end of the nest. His haste has freed his hair from its gelled confines, so it swings over his glasses. The man has hard angles and rigid planes from brow to knees, but it’s the hardness he promises to use to please me that captures my attention.

“Touch, take, judge, or laugh. This is what I have to offer,” he says with a deep inhale. He rolls onto his back with his arms outstretched in surrender.

Great…it’s my move.

He’s a man with an average human’s size penis, but something about the shadows on his underwear has me salivating. How do I tell him he’s two-thirds the size of the Yeti Knotter 3000, but a thousand times sexier?

“I love your thinner size—” I’m interrupted by his loud laughter.

“Beauty, you are great for my ego,” he says between chuckles. He holds his quaking belly and wipes his eyes.

“Is that sarcasm?”

“Honesty,” he says, rolling back to face me. “I’ve been berated, chastised, and dumped for my over inflated ego, but you humble me. When I fish for compliments or push my weight around, you cut me to size. Thank you for being you—unapologetically beautiful from the inside out. You make me a better man. Come here and kiss me.”

I shiver at his command and the darkening of his stare. Propping myself onto my elbow, I lean in for a kiss, inadvertently dropping my breast into his hand. He kneads my flesh through my clothes with strong strokes. His other hand caresses my butt as he slyly inches my dress to my waist. When the cool night air hits my flesh, I break out in goosebumps. My nipples harden to diamond points, matching my new ring. A breathy moan escapes my lips when his wandering hand brushes between my thighs from behind.

He rolls onto his back, taking me with him. His cock sneaks between my labia as I straddle him. Our two layers of cotton aren’t enough to be modest. My hips swivel before I can censure myself. But lordy, our combined moans make a gorgeous symphony. He lifts his head and arches his back as he claims my other breast. I’m treated to every ridge, vein, and inch of what he promises raking against my clit. My body responds by soaking the gusset of my panties, weakening the barrier between us.

“I must ask, though I feel how your body wants mine. Are you sure? I want to give you one last chance to put the brakes on before I remove your clothes.” His chest billows as he gulps for air between words.

“So sexy,” I murmur as I whip my dress over my head. After a brief struggle, my sports bra joins Horus’s pile of clothes. He grabs hold of my breasts once more, as if scared of losing the progress we’ve made. I trace his fingers, squeezing my breasts. The puff of my softer flesh between his calloused fingertips is arousing. “I can’t get over how gorgeous I feel with your hands on me.”

“I wish I had a mirror to show you the beauty I see,” he says in a reverent whisper. “Tussled hair, flushed cheeks, plump lips, luscious curves, and boots.”

“Was I supposed to take them off?” My heart skips a beat. I’m mortified. I’m panicking. I’m—

“There’s no ‘supposed to’ with us,” he says, tilting my chin to face him.

“Look at me,” he commands when my eyes drop to the side. When I finally meet his gaze, I’m shocked his pupils have eaten the bright blue of his irises. “There are no mistakes here…only missed opportunities. If you go quiet on me and curl into a shell of shyness, I won’t know how to please you. We fit when we work together.”

I nod, with tears threatening to spill down my cheeks. “I haven’t been part of a ‘we’ in a long time.”

“Join with me.” He moves the gusset of my panties to the side before treating me to another eye-crossing roll of his hips. My every nerve ending stands at attention, begging for what he offers.

My thumbs slide into the waistband of his briefs and roll it down. His cock catches on it, preventing the fabric from sliding down his legs. He holds my right wrist, maneuvering my hand to form a fist around his shaft. His heartbeat reverberates under my palm and storms through my body to center inside my clit.

“The way you lick your lips and stare at my cock as if it’s your next meal will end this sooner than you wish. I promise.”

“What if I’m thinking about licking you instead?” I tease because the power he’s given me crackles around us.

“I may die.” He pants to the rhythm of my pumps of his shaft.

“Condom,” I say, tossing the box I’ve hidden with my toys at him.

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