Page 14 of Lavender Moon

Kaleb squeezes my body close to his, and then releases before doing it again, his eyes never leaving mine. I can see him trying to gauge my reaction as he repeats the motion again. I hold his stare with my own, willing him to see what I’m feeling.

It’s okay… keep going.

As if to demonstrate my consent, my legs wind around his legs and I close my eyes in ecstasy as he keeps rubbing and pulling me against him and I feel like I’m in a dream that’s the sweetest blend of fluid and vivid. Beautiful shades of blues and creams flash and plume behind my eyelids as we rock together before I feel his lips closing over mine again as his motions pick up.

A muted moan escapes my throat and hums between our lips when I feel his hardness rubbing against my sex beneath the water; the friction of our undergarments heightening the pleasure. As our lips remain locked we breathe harder through our noses, desperate for breath, but even more so for what we’re giving each other in this moment as our tongues massage against each other.

The water sloshes around us as I feel myself get closer. Unable to breathe, our mouths break apart, giving each other just enough space to draw in breath as Kaleb pulls me tighter against him, our cores still grinding against each other. Seemingly letting go of some of his control, he groans into my neck with each thrust, making my breath come out in a staccato sequence of gasps.

Letting go of the dock, my arms come around his neck, holding on for fear of tumbling out into another orbit as my orgasm crashes through me. I cry out, trying to muffle it against his shoulder as my whole-body hums with the reverberations.

Kaleb propels his body harder and faster, moaning into my neck. His cock is so hard and rigid against my sex it almost hurts, but in such a primal way it elicits cries of pleasure from my throat. He drives his groin against me several more times, drawing each one out slower than the last. The moments it takes for our breathing to slow are endless, as we cling to each other, drifting and bobbing with the gentle waves we created. I don’t know if it’s the cold lake water or my blood slowing, but I’m hit with a sudden shiver and it seems to jolt us both out of our post-orgasmic fog.

“You’re cold,” he pants, resting his head against mine. “Let’s get you back by the fire.”

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Kaleb

I don’t liketo admit truths out loud, and even try to conceal them from myself, but I can’t deny that there’s a rogue voice in the back of my head shouting that I could hold Luna in my arms forever.

The tender taste of her lips and the sweet moans that escaped them when she came apart melted my soul if such a thing were possible.

Luna unwinds her arms from my neck and paddles the few feet to the dock’s ladder.

I reach under the water and shake out the front of my briefs, trying to rinse most of the cum out of them before swiftly swimming after her. By the time I reach the ladder, she’s just pulled herself out of the water, giving me a stunning view of her wet purple panties clinging to her perfect ass, droplets of water making individual paths down her long slender legs.

After hauling myself out of the water, I pull her close before she can walk away.

“Are you okay?” I whisper against her lips, and though she gives a subtle nod, she looks up at me with clouds of confusion in her brown eyes.

“What did we just do?” she whispers and attempts a nervous smile.

You just made me come inside my damn boxer briefs.

“Something amazing,” is all I can think to answer, and I add a playful snicker to my delivery. She shakes her head like she doesn't know what to do with me. Hell, I don’t know what to do with me, but being or even looking vulnerable is not what I do, especially not in tense moments, so acting cavalier is both a habit and a defense mechanism.

Rivulets of water skim and drip down her body and onto the dock as she continues striding away, pulling her long, wet hair to the side. She’s walking carefully, as she always does on the dock since she almost drowned once as a kid. The summer before she and I had met, she’d slipped on a dock and hit her head before falling in the water. She told me about it during one of our countless conversations over the last eight summers. It’s made her forever cautious not to slip, but also easy for me to catch up to her.

“Lu, don’t you dare freak out or get weird on me,” I huff out as I fall into step next to her. I don’t want what she and I have to change, one way or another. It’s the one thing that’s been constant in my life. She’s the one person besides Pops I’ve been able to depend on.

“I’m not,” she promises, but she doesn’t meet my eyes while she tries to feign being casual, wringing out her hair before tossing the wet strands back over her shoulder.

“Luna, that was no big deal.” I wave an arm at the lake to indicate what we just did, because I’m a stupid eighteen-year-old. She whips her head in my direction, her amber eyes wide and questioning. “I didn’t mean that,” I hold up a placating hand. “I just mean it doesn’t have to change anything. We’re still us, right?”

She goes quiet a moment as we reach the blanket and she looks around distractedly while holding her wet t-shirt away from her stomach. “Yeah.”

I don’t believe her but I don’t prod, as a certain instinct makes me move, one that always seems to kick in around Luna and I bend down to our blanket to grab my t-shirt. “Here,” I hold it out to her and her eyes light up again with a small smile that shows her appreciation.

She turns her back, and though I try to put the cocky pervert in me aside, I can’t help but stare as she struggles with her wet shirt, the clingy material inching up the damp skin of her back. I try to busy myself with getting the fire blazing again, adding a couple of shards of dry wood and more paper. But as I’m stoking at the building flames with a stick, I can’t help but notice how alluring the sight of the firelight is, reflecting off her now completely bare back as she unclips her bra, a simple black number.

The damp ends of her hair tickle at that silky-looking skin as she turns my grey t-shirt around in her hands, getting it straight before lifting it over her head. As the soft cotton falls down around her body, she starts to turn and I quickly look down at the business of stoking the flames.

Luna comes to stand beside me, holding the shirt up slightly, facing her ass towards the fire, but away from me. Her eyes close as the emanating heat caresses up her skin, presumably taking the chill out of her body. Seeing her in my shirt does something to me, hitting me somewhere inside that’s never been touched before. It’s like she’s been claimed as mine without me having to do anything, and it transports me to a different plane where she’s my girl and I’m her man.

Deciding to get out of my own wet boxers, I straighten and walk over to where I discarded my shorts a few yards away. In the darkness away from the fire, I trade them for the wet briefs and stalk back over to the blanket where Luna is curling back up on the mattress and wrapping one of the blankets around her shoulders.

Normally the quiet between us is comfortable. There have been times we’ve swam or hiked and gone short whiles without feeling the need to fill it. But this particular silence is deafening, and it’s making my heart pound in a way I don’t like. My nerves are going haywire at the idea of us not having what’s always been there. Desperate to take the edge off, I cross to the cooler and pull out a beer, as well as the other bottle I hadn’t felt the need to touch yet.

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