Page 84 of Moonlit Kisses

She nods and we both move forward to seal our apology with a kiss. Beyond the taste of tears is Molly.

My beautiful, sweet Molly.

My future. My world.

Cupping the back of her head, her silky hair fills my palm and I guide her mouth where I want it. Tilting it to suit and applying pressure to keep her lips locked with mine. Our tongues press forward, tangling with the other, apologizing with their own embrace. Without breaking our kiss, Molly climbs into my lap and straddles me. I drop back, taking her with me and we share scorching kisses which promise so much more. Stroking, licking, and sucking, our kiss goes on and on.

We separate to catch our breath. Molly presses her forehead to mine, our eyes locked on the other as our chests rise and fall with each new intake of oxygen. Her silken hair curtains us from the world, creating our own cocoon.

“Can I ask you something?” her whispered words blend with the breeze coming from the sea.

I scan her face, glancing between her eyes. “Of course. You can ask me anything.”

“You promise to be completely honest with me?” I nod. “Knowing what you know about my life, do you pity me?”

She holds her body stiff as she waits for my answer, and I take a second or two to understand what she’s asking me. I shake my head.

“There are many things I feel about you, Molly. Pity definitely isn’t one of them.” I reach up and tuck her hair behind her ears and give her a lazy smile. “Out of everything I feel for you, the biggest one is admiration. I fucking admire your strength of character so much. You are an incredible human being who handles life with courage and grace.” She smiles at me, but it doesn’t expose her dimples that I love. “The way you grew up doesn’t factor into my feelings for you. It has no bearing on how I see you or how much I fucking love you. But itdoesfactor into how much respect I have for you and your mom. Your life could have turned out so differently.Youcould have turned out so differently, but look at you. You are smart and determined. Strong and fiercely independent. I think you’re one of the kindest, sweetest people I’ve ever met. You give your time to help others because you genuinely want to make their life better.” I lower my head to rub my nose along hers.

“Wow. I wasn’t expecting all of that.”

“I’m not fucking finished,” I snap and she giggles. “You inspire me to be a better man because I want to be worthy of you and your love. I want to be your equal in all ways, Molly.” I rise to take her mouth. Licking my tongue across her lips, I beg for entrance. She doesn’t deny me, opening up and allowing me to swipe inside. She moans into my mouth and grinds her hot pussy down on my hard cock. I lift my hips to meet her and increase the pressure.

“I need you, Max. Please.”

Fuck. How can I deny her?

I slide my hands beneath the stretchy fabric of her leggings and grasp her glorious ass, pulling the cheeks apart and squeezing the globes. Our breaths become pants as I rub her pussy along my engorged shaft, trapped behind the zipper of my jeans. I push the fabric of her panties and leggings down below her cheeks, exposing her pussy to the cool night air. My fingers are so close to her slit, and she tilts her hips up in need. “You want me to finger fuck your pussy?”

“Ye– yes please. Please, Max.” She moans against my ear, her hot breath burning my flesh.

I slide one hand between our bodies, seeking her clit and circle it with firm strokes as I press my fingers inside her dripping heat. My body shivers at the sensation of her walls tight around my fingers. Pushing them in and sliding them out, I add another digit to open her up to me.

Fuck, I need to get my dick in here. “You’re such a good girl, taking my fingers. Lift your shirt and let me suck on those beautiful tits of yours.”

She moans and lifts her shirt and bra enough for me to capture her pretty nipple when she drops her body forward over my face. As she grinds down on my hand, her walls tighten around my fingers, creating a vacuum. My cock throbs and weeps in my jeans, fighting the constraints of the denim. Fucking her like this in the moonlight, sweat making her glisten under the stars, is perfect. I groan as she shatters on my fingers, her mouth dropping open in a silent scream.

Fucking beautiful.

I want to fuck her like this every single day for the rest of my life. Her limp body drops to press against mine and she takes my mouth in a messy kiss. She bites my bottom lip, then soothes it with her tongue, and I can taste the copper when she pushes her tongue inside my mouth. I slowly slide my fingers out of her channel and tap her thigh to lift up.

We wrangle one leg out of her leggings and release my cock from his confinement. Molly wraps her smooth hand around my shaft and gives it a firm stroke before notching it at her hot entrance. She teases her swollen opening with the crown, then pulls away.

“Don’t fucking tease me,” I grumble.

She giggles. “You tease me all the time. Turnabout is fair play. Don’t you think?”

“No. I don’t fucking think. Let me inside.” I raise up and steal her mouth, kissing her until her breaths are labored. I take my cock in hand and notch it against her opening and press my hips up as she drops. Our joint moans are swallowed by the night air as our eyes lock together. I can’t see her properly, but I know her skin is flushed, and her eyes will be mercury. I sit up and use my hold on her hips to guide her up and down my dick.

Heaven.

Fucking heaven.

Warm and tight and welcoming every single time I’ve been inside her.

“Be a good girl and ride my cock.” She nods and with our eyes locked, she bounces up and down on my dick. Swiveling her hips, she creates a powerful rhythm. We sigh into each other’s open mouth, exchanging breaths. “You fucking own me, Dimples.”

She drops, throws her head back and cries out, breaking apart beautifully over my cock. “Such a good girl.”

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