Page 68 of Over the Moon

Lustful and needy.

He tilted my head to the side, groaning into my mouth as his tongue slipped in and out.

He paused only long enough to speak. “Use my cock, and come for me.”

His voice was commanding and gruff, and I couldn’t believe I was doing this right now.

But I did as he said, and I pressed harder against him, feeling every inch of him beneath me as he pulled back to look at me. His gaze heated, jaw locked and nostrils flared, as he grew thicker beneath me.

Faster.

Harder.

Bright lights exploded behind my eyes, and his name left my lips on a cry as I went over the edge.

Clark kept moving me up and down, letting me ride out every last bit of pleasure, as every inch of my body tingled.

And then everything slowed, and I opened my eyes and winced. “Sorry about that. Not sure what happened there.”

He smiled, his desire-filled gaze locked with mine. “I’ll tell you what happened. You stopped thinking so much and let yourself feel good. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s never happened to me,” I said, feeling my cheeks heat.

“You’ve never come while making out with a man?” he asked, and I was mortified that we were talking about this now.

I shook my head and looked away before he reached for my chin and forced me to look at him.

“I’ve never, you know, finished with a man.” I didn’t want to remind him that there’d only been two.

He played with the ends of my hair, letting it run through his fingers, but his gaze turned stormy, eyes narrowing with disbelief. “Well, they’re both dumbfucks if they didn’t know how to please you. But I’m honored that I get to be your first orgasm, even if I didn’t get to feel you come on my cock or my fingers or my lips.”

My mouth fell open, and I leaned forward, burying my face in his neck. He just chuckled and stroked my back. “You don’t need to be embarrassed. You can talk to me about anything. What just happened here was a good thing, Eloise. I fucking loved it. Seeing you let yourself go and fall apart. Sex is supposed to feel good.”

“Okay.” I sat back up before climbing off his lap. “I think I’d better get going before I dry-hump you into oblivion again.”

He barked out a laugh, and when he stood, I saw his erection straining against his shorts. He followed my line of sight and looked down. “Does it turn you on to see what you do to me?”

My teeth sank into my bottom lip, and I raised one shoulder. “You do the same to me. But am I leaving you in a, er, bad situation?”

More laughter. “Nothing I can’t handle. Let’s get you home.”

“Let me help you carry this in,” I said, as we piled the leftover candy into the popcorn bowl. I grabbed our glasses, and we took it all to the kitchen. We’d already cleaned up from dinner a few hours ago.

The stars were out, and Clark pointed up at the shooting star moving across the sky.

The walk was filled with laughter about the movie, and then we shifted to discussing tomorrow’s workout.

When we got to the door of the guest cottage, he paused, shoving his hands into his pockets, and there was something sweet and endearing about it. He was always such a confident guy, and it was nice to see him appear a little vulnerable. I’m sure Clark was used to dates ending with the woman in his bed.

“Thanks for coming tonight,” he said, before chuckling. “Literally and figuratively.”

I smacked him in the chest and laughed. “You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Are you kidding? There’s nothing to live down. It was fucking beautiful, Weeze.”

I pulled out my key as I looked up at him. “Thank you for the best date I’ve ever been on. And thank you for making everything so special.”

He smiled and took a step backward, off the front porch. “I’ll see you in the morning. Get ready for a long run tomorrow.”

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