Page 57 of Moonlit Kisses

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Iwastryingto be a fucking gentleman. I honestly was. I don’t trust myself to share a bed with the woman who’s taking up so much space in my head and, if I’m being completely honest, in my heart, too. I haven’t slept properly since Monday night, when I spent the night in her bed. Even though I spent the night on top of the covers, her scent surrounded me and, holding her close, felt … right.

With her body curled into me and her leg thrown over mine, I lay awake for what seems like hours with a raging hard-on.

We fit perfectly together.

When she rested her head over my heart and released a contented sigh, I knew I would do anything for her. Anything to make this transition she’s about to go through with Martin as pain free as possible.

When I saw her drop her head to her steering wheel and her body heave in the parking lot outside of the restaurant, I knew she’d taken an emotional hit over dinner with her dad. I couldn’t stop myself from going to her and outing the fact that I was following her. I didn’t care.

I only wanted to be there for her.

To take away her pain.

Sitting with her snuggled into me on my couch and listening to her giggle at the TV eased some of the rage I’d been feeling toward Martin for upsetting Molly. She’s already been through enough. She doesn’t need this shit dredging up stuff that’s gotta be tough for her. I wanted to ask her what he’d said, but I respect that she needs time to digest what she learned tonight. I blow out a long breath and work to relax my body. I wrap my arms around the woman I’m falling for and kiss the top of her head as she sleeps. She sighs contentedly, and my body relaxes further.

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Before I even open my eyes, I know she’s looking at me. I can feel her stare burning into the side of my face. Her hand scorches my lower abdomen and my cock thinks it’s an invitation to rise for attention. I kept my boxer briefs on last night, so he’s somewhat contained, but he’s doing his best to escape the confines of the fabric.

I groan as her fingers trace the trail of hair that leads from my naval downward. I grasp her hand to stop her from reaching the elastic band and discovering the issue I’m trying to control but am failing. Her tits are pressed into the side of my body and every single inch of me is aware of every single inch of her. Every breath. Every beat of her heart.

“Morning,” her whispered raspy voice reaches my ears and my cock jolts. He likes that just awake timbre. Fuck, she’s sexy.

I crack my eyes open and turn my head slightly. “Morning.” She’s gifting me those dimples, and the idea that I want to see those dimples first thing every single morning for the rest of my life, hits me hard.

“I didn’t think you were going to wake up.”

I reach up and tuck her loose hair behind her ear, sliding my fingers along the strands, admiring its silkiness. I’ve never felt hair so soft and silky. She leans forward a little, putting our lips a mere inch apart. Her breath fans across my lips and the urge to taste her builds.

I’m trying to be a fucking gentleman.Remember that, asshole.

Her eyes drop to my mouth and I swipe my tongue to moisten my lips. Suddenly, they feel as dry as an empty radiator, but my mouth is watering for a simple taste. Just one little taste. I tell myself it’s only a taste—one little kiss. But it’s a lie. I know it’s a lie.

We both close the distance, meeting in the middle. The first press sets fire licking down my body, the second has me rolling her to her back so I can climb on top. Using my knees, I push her thighs apart, creating a space to cradle my cock against my girl’s pussy; the heat radiating from her scorches my dick. She wraps her gorgeous long legs around me, locking them at the base of my spine and pulling me in tight to her core.

It’s my fantasy come to life. I’ve dreamed about her legs wrapped around me, trapping my body to hers. The only thing that would make it better is if we were both naked.

Moving my hips slowly, I rub my shaft against her mound, drawing moans from both of us. My body is on fire for this woman as her hips rise to meet mine in a rhythm that could get me in trouble. She glides her hands down my back and scrapes her short nails along my spine on the way back up, sending goosebumps radiating across my flesh. I don’t want to cum in my boxers like a sixteen-year-old virgin dry humping his girlfriend in the back seat of his car. I tear my lips from hers and kiss my way behind her ear, continuing down the tendon in her neck, and across her collarbone, nudging the fabric of my t-shirt out of the way as I go. She arches her back, pressing her glorious tits into my chest. I want the fabric that’s keeping her flesh from me, gone.

Her hands tickle down my spine to the top of my boxer briefs, where she follows the waistband to each side of my hips. “Can I take these off, Max?” she pants against my ear as she tilts her head to the side to allow me better access to her neck.

I pull back to check she’s completely in the moment, that I’m not pressuring her. Her irises have almost disappeared with desire, her cheeks flushed prettily, her lips swollen from my kisses. I nod and pull away to drag them off.

Her hands cover mine. “Can I do it?” Her eyes have dropped to my heavy cock, working to escape its confines.

I remove my hands and climb from the bed to stand. She crawls over to the side of the bed on her hands and knees, her tits swinging back and forth beneath the fabric covering them. The neck droops enough that I can watch them sway. My eyes zone in on the action and I almost miss that her cotton covered ass is exposed as my t-shirt gathers in the middle of her back.

She rises in front of me, landing a kiss on the underside of my jaw and I drop my head back, relishing the touch of her lips. Her fingers tuck into the waistband of my briefs and she slides them down, pulling them forward slightly to work around the crown of my dick. Her eyes drop to watch what she’s doing, and they widen. She licks her lips, then drops forward, swiping her tongue across my glistening slit. My heart pounds with a heavy rhythm to match my breaths.

“Fuck.” My body jolts at the first swipe. She looks up at me with a satisfied grin. “You’re a little minx, aren’t you, Dimples?” She raises one perfectly sculpted eyebrow before leaning back in. I hold her shoulders still. “Uh, uh, uh. I need you naked. Now.”

Her eyes sparkle as she pushes my underwear down further. They slip down my legs and I step out of them. I glide my hand beneath the fall of her hair and grasp the strands at the base, using my grip to pull her back up to my mouth. Her lips part in surprise and I swipe my tongue inside without warning. She gasps and I take advantage to thrust my tongue forward against hers. She presses her body against mine and I move one hand down to her silky thigh and slide it beneath the fabric of the t-shirt. I repeat the action on the other side, gliding my hands over her hips, to the dip of her waist, and along the side of her breasts.

“Lift up,” I whisper against her lips, tapping against the side of her body.

She raises her arms and I slide the offending fabric from her stunning body and throw it over my shoulder, not caring where it lands. My eyes start at the top of her head and trail slowly over her face, noting her lustful gaze on my dick. She licks her lips, making them glisten. I need to have a taste. I lean forward, swiping my tongue along the same path.

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