Page 96 of Over the Moon

I reached up, finding the groove between the slats of wood and locking my fingers there. He stepped back, raised my legs, and hooked them over his shoulders. And before I could even speak, he pushed my bikini bottoms to the side and buried his face there.

I was in the midst of my sexual awakening with this man.

I’d gone from never having an orgasm during sex, to having multiple orgasms a day now. He explored every inch of my body and made me feel things I never knew possible.

I nervously glanced around, making sure no one was there. He lived on a large lot, and his neighbors were set pretty far apart.

He looked up as if he knew exactly where my mind was. “Baby, relax. I wouldn’t let anyone else get a glimpse of yourbeautiful pussy. I’ve got you. No one is coming—well, aside from you.”

I nodded, and my stomach fluttered with his words.

We were crossing so many lines that I couldn’t keep track of all the ways I’d broken the ethical contract.

But I let my eyes fall closed as my body floated in the warm water, with the feel of his tongue on me.

He had magic lips. A magic tongue. He knew just where to touch me. How to make me feel good.

I was panting shamelessly as my hips bucked wildly, and I wanted to reach for his head, but I was holding on to the dock.

It was erotic and sexy, and I was lost in the moment.

His lips sucked hard on my clit, just as a finger slipped inside me, and then another. He pumped faster now, and every inch of me started to tingle. White lights shattered behind my eyelids as I exploded on a gasp.

“Clark,” I cried. “Yes. Oh my god.”

He stayed right there, letting me ride out every single bit of pleasure.

My neck strained against the wood dock as my body went limp.

Clark pulled back, his mouth wet with my release and a sexy-as-sin smile on his face. He adjusted my swimsuit bottoms and moved me down to his waist, and I sat forward and tangled my hands in his hair before leaning down and kissing him.

His tongue slipped between my lips, and we sat beneath the sun, the warm water all around us, making out like teenagers.

I couldn’t get enough of this man.

I’ve never cared for sex before. It had always been sort of uneventful and fast. But this was the opposite.

My body was drawn to his in a way I couldn’t explain.

This connection was intense and undeniable.

Like there was no option but to be attached to him when he was near.

When we were in public, it had grown painful to keep my distance.

He pulled back to look at me. “Goddamn, I want to be inside you right now.”

I ran my nails along his scalp. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’re so fucking beautiful, Eloise.” His voice was just above a whisper.

“I’m on the pill. I’ve never been with a man without a condom.” My tongue swiped out along my bottom lip.

His eyes widened. “I’ve never not used a condom either. I’ve also been tested, and I’m clean.”

“I want to feel you. All of you,” I said, my gaze locked with his.

“Are you sure?”

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