Page 79 of Moonlit Kisses

–molly–

Max strollsinto the kitchen as I’m opening and closing every cupboard. “What are you looking for? Maybe I can help.”

“Do you have any lunch boxes?” I wave my hand in the general direction of the cupboards.

He glances around, then shakes his head. “I don’t think so. Why?”

I fidget with my bracelet. “Today, at lunch, Martin had a lunch box that Beth had prepared for him. I wanted to start making our lunches. It’s expensive to buy it every day. I can pack them the night before, and it’ll be easy enough to keep them in the fridge at work.” I hope he doesn’t think it’s a stupid idea.

He moves into my space, hooking his fingers through the belt loops of my jeans. He pulls me forward and smirks at me. “You wanna make lunch for me, for us?”

“Yeah. You don’t think it’s stupid, do you?”

He shakes his head. “Nah. Dad always made our lunches for us when we were living at home. But I buy our lunch every day to support Lawrence’s business. I could have been taking lunch to work, but I’d rather help him out. He gives us a discount because we buy from him every day. But if it would make you fee–”

Of course, he does it to help his friend; that’s Max all over. “Oh, I didn’t realize that’s why you did it. Forget I said anything.” I press into him and lick his bottom lip. He opens and I slide my tongue inside to share a heated kiss. I love this man. “I love you.”

Max’s eyes widen and his lips spread wide to match. “Say that again, Dimples.”

“I love you, Max. You’re such a good man.” I press a chaste kiss against his mouth.

“I’ll never get tired of you saying those words. I love you, Molly. You’re the sweetest, kindest woman I’ve ever met.” His eyes are full of emotion, and I know the words are completely true. He’s not saying them because I said it. He means them as much as I do.

He hoists me onto the kitchen counter, pressing his body into the space between my open legs. Our lips meet as his hands slide beneath my shirt, setting my skin on fire. I shuffle forward, making contact with his erection confined within the denim.

Suddenly, there’s an urgency between us. Clothes go flying left and right until we’re both naked, neither of us caring where they land.

His fingers slide through my slit as he kisses the breath from me. I’m already soaking and I want him inside me. Now! “I need you.” I press my pelvis forward and reach for him, wrapping my hand around his long, hard shaft. “Please don’t make me wait,” I pant. My heart’s hammering, swollen with love for the man who’s about to fill my body, just as he’s filled my life since I arrived.

“I need you. I promise we’ll go slow later.”

“Don’t care. Just get inside me.” I pant.

He thrusts in. Hard. Forcing all the air out of my lungs. My mouth drops open in bliss. “Fuck. You look so good with my dick in your pussy.” I moan. God, I love his filthy mouth. “Look down, Dimples. I want you to see how beautiful your pussy looks stretched around my cock.”

I tilt my head down. The sight is erotic as he slides out; his shaft glistening from my arousal. He slides back in on a groan and I press forward, meeting his push with my own. His lips drop to my breast, and he sucks the nipple into his mouth, sending shockwaves to my clit. I run my hands across his shoulders and down his back, feeling his muscles tense and move with his thrusts. I kiss the top of his head and he tips his face up to meet my mouth. His hands grasp my hips tight as he holds me in place to take his punishing pounding. My heart thumps hard against my ribcage as my breaths become choppy.

“Oh my God. That feels so good. I … I’m getting close. I … I need …” I whisper on harsh breaths.

One hand leaves my hip and he brings his fingers to my clit. He pinches the bundle of nerves, then rubs tight circles, building me higher. My toes curl as I run my hands through his sweaty hair, pulling his head in tighter to me. My breaths are short and sharp, matching the warm puffs of his against my neck. He pulls back, our eyes locking as I break apart and I feel his gaze drilling into me, all the way to my soul. My muscles clench around his shaft and Max grits his teeth. The veins in his neck pronounced as he slows his thrusts through my orgasm, my cum coating his cock. His head drops and his mouth envelopes my other breast. I moan as my muscles continue to pulse.

Max looks up at me, one side of his mouth tilted up. “I fucking love making you come. The way your body flushes and your pussy strangles my cock. I’m never gonna get enough of this. Enough of you.” We both lean forward, our tongues reaching for the other, sealing his words with a savage kiss.

He pulls out of my pussy partway and surges forward. He pounds into me, hammering my pussy. His shaft grows inside me, setting off a second, smaller orgasm I wasn’t expecting. His dick pulses. “Fuuuuck! Your pussy is heaven.” He throws his head back. “Fuck!” His cum streams out of him and into me and I wish this was the time we were making a baby.

Dropping his head back down, he roughly takes my mouth and I wrap my legs around him, keeping him locked inside me as long as possible as we share a prolonged kiss. Running my fingers through his hair, I grasp the strands at the base and keep him exactly where I want him. We’re messy in this moment as our tongues twist around each other, our teeth clash, and I’m completely and utterly his.

No question about it.

We separate, dropping our foreheads together. Our eyes locked, our breaths combining. Gray eyes to mossy green. “I fucking love you, Molly.”

I smile. And it’s full and happy. “I fucking love you, Max.” I chuckle.

We hold each other as our bodies cool, staring into each other’s eyes. I can see right to his core, and I know what we have is rare and special. Not everyone is lucky enough to find this and I’m never going to let it go. And I know with certainty Max feels the same.

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