Page 108 of Beneath the Blue Moon
“No!Don’t you see?”She’s whispering as if she’s telling mea big secret.“Now that me and my tits aren’t in the way, you can be with her.”
What the hell?Be with her who?And what’s with her titsbeing in the way?Who would say such a thing?It had to have been the asshole who’scaused this whole mess.
“What are you talking about?”
“I didn’t know.I mean, I love my tits, they’re prettyawesome, but I didn’t think they wouldblindyou.”
“Who said that?”
“Now that I’m out of the way, you’llseeher.”
I grab her shoulders and force her to focus on me.I wish Icould push her into telling me the truth.
“What happened at the barbecue?”I demand.
“The barbecue?”She giggles and leans toward me.“You… youtold me… that you love me.”
God knows that being this close to her is tormenting me, butshe’s drunk, and I can’t take advantage of her.I have to concentrate on makingher talk.
“Someone upset you.Who was it?”
She closes her eyes, shaking her head as if trying todislodge the memory from her brain.
“No!I love him.You can’t make me leave him!”
Son of a bitch!I knew it.
“Who?Who made you do it?”
She snaps out of the memory, her gaze wandering over my facelovingly as she runs her fingers through my hair.
“Love you… so much.”
“Casey….”
“Kiss me… one last time.Just…please.”
Not waiting, she grabs my shoulders and pulls me close.Whenher lips touch mine, my body jolts to life.I reach up under her top and cupher breast, massaging the soft, supple flesh.She moans, parting her lips, andI slip my tongue inside.As our tongues collide, she pulls me closer.My brainis yelling that she’s drunk and I should stop, but my body won’t listen.Maybeit’s the time apart, but my need for her seems to have multiplied.I crave her,and I let her know it through my kiss.I unbutton her jeans, hurriedly pull thezipper down, and slide my hand inside.Oh, God, she’s so wet.She whimpers anddrags her nails across my back as my fingers circle her clit.My dick isstraining against my jeans, and I just want to bury myself deep inside her.
“Ethan….”
Her head lolls back, and I bare her breast for my lips,pulling her nipple into my mouth.Pushing her back on the seat, I stand on thestep bar and lean over her.As I slip my finger inside her, I push her topaside, revealing both breasts to my hungry gaze.Her juices trickle down myfinger and over my knuckles as I move in and out.Her breaths come in heavypuffs as she squirms beneath me, arching her back.My heart pounds against myribcage as I look down at her, her face contorted in pleasure.Desire coursesthrough my body, rendering me unaware of everything but her.I move faster,rubbing my thumb against her clit, enraptured by the sounds of her moans.Hernails dig into my shoulders as I lick her nipple, circling it with my tongue.
“Oh… Ethan.”
“I need to feel you, baby.Come for me.”
Her muscles clench around my finger, making my dick twitchin jealousy.Throwing her head back, she cries out.This is the best part—feelingher spasm around me, knowing it’s because of my touch.How am I supposed tolive without this feeling?I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her addictivescent, waiting for her orgasm to die down.
As she tries to catch her breath, I whisper against her neck,“I miss you so much.Please come back to me.”
She pushes me away, breathing heavily, eyes wide in shock.
“Stop.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s over, Ethan.It’s all over.”
