Page 32 of Lavender Moon

“Ohh…” she cries out, her voice dry as I dip my head down to lick at her nipple. “Oh Kaleb, I’m fucking coming,” her voice strains and it’s music to my fucking ears.

“That’s it, give it to me,” I growl affectionately, coaxing her to the edge.

“Fuck!” She cries out helplessly as I pound her through it, grunting along with her cries of pleasure.

“Feels so fucking good,” I exclaim, chasing my breath. Her climax goes on forever, her sex pulsing around my dick, slowing with each passing beat. I bring her down, our hips undulating against each other until a sated look falls over her eyes and I briefly pull out and guide her to turn over on her stomach.

As I drape my body over hers, my forehead comes to rest in the smooth space between her shoulder blades. Her skin is dewy with a sheen of sweat and I breath in the beautiful scent as I guide my cock into her entrance once again.

“Oh Lu,” I pant as I start to move inside her again.

“Kaleb,” she whispers as I sweep her luscious locks to the side and skim my lips up the back of her neck and thrust forward. Her body slides beneath mine against the comforter. I push one hand beneath her body and find her clit, hoping to strum one more out of her. My other hand comes up and cups her throat. “Fuck baby,” I moan against her ear between sharp, measured thrusts. “Fuck…”

“Harder,” she beckons. “I want more Kaleb, I want you,” the words rush out of her desperately and I oblige, my libido shooting through the roof. My thrusts are borderline savage as I pound harder, my mouth teasing and licking at her neck as she cries out, giving me that coveted third orgasm and it’s the one that brings me home.

“Ahhh, fuck!” I roar as I come inside her as she keeps riding her own climax, crying out as it racks her body. I drive into her hard thrusting out each jet of cum, groaning with each one until I collapse on top of her.

My heart is threatening to explode and my lungs want to give out as I shift off of her slightly. Planting kisses along her shoulder as she lays her head down and closes her eyes, trying to catch her breath. Burying my face in her neck, I wonder how the hell I was existing before tonight.

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“What are you thinking, soldier?”Luna whispers from her prone position across from me as I skate my fingertips across the silky skin of her back.

Resting my head on my fist, I sigh out through my nose, my world never feeling so right. It’s still hard putting myself out there, but I’m not going to ruin this moment by being evasive.

“I was thinking… I should’ve been your first,” I admit quietly and she squints her eyes and gives me a smartass half-smile.

“Was I yours?” She pulls an eyebrow up.

“Touche,” I breathe out.

“You were my first orgasm if that helps,” she exhales, closing her eyes as I continue gliding my fingers along her back. “Well, that wasn’t self-delivered that is.”

“Oh? Tell me more about that,” I suggest slyly as dirty thoughts start sailing through my head.

“Shut up,” she mumbles behind her relaxed smile. “And, you have so many of my firsts anyway, Kaleb. The ones that matter.”

“Like what?” I lay my head completely down.

“You were the first boy to draw me a picture,” she indulges me with a smile and a dreamy look in those almond eyes. “To write me a letter… to give me a movie night by the lake…my first… love…” she raises her brows and a shoulder. She smiles nervously as if to say ‘there it is’.

The feeling those words evoke is a confusing conundrum of shock and elation. They both scare and excite me as I look inside myself, looking at each feeling I’ve ever harbored for her.

“You were in love with me?” I ask, as my fingers start swirling a new path along her skin.

She pulls in a long breath through her nose as her eyes search the space above her. “It was confusing,” she starts off, thoughtfully. “Knowing you for so many years but only in one context. Seeing each other grow and change but only getting to see it in intervals without continuity. But that bond was always there; always strong and palpable. I don’t know,” she shakes her head with a faint smile, looking as if she’s giving up on how to describe the phenomenon that is us. “Some kind of love,” she finally settles on with a sigh.

“Some kind of love,” I echo, as I keep slowly drawing my message on her back, willing it to seep into her skin so that she knows without me having to say it out loud.

I don’t get it. I’ve trained to hang out of a helicopter while being shot at, but Luna’s braver than I am in this aspect. She’s not afraid to show her raw feelings beneath her armor, while I for some reason still feel the pain from the fallout of trusting my dad to love and care for me. I’ve never been able to let any part of me depend on someone else to fill any emotional spaces in my life.

She closes her eyes as I keep tracing the words I would say across her back, that faint smile still in place and I see her eyebrows lift just slightly, and as much as I love making her feel nice, I find myself not ready for her to fall asleep and leaving me with my thoughts. “What about you?” I ask, and her eyes blink open to look at me. “What are you thinking about, goof?”

“Just glad this happened before you deployed,” she looks at me, honesty reflecting in her eyes. “And that you better get all my info so that it’s not another three years before we talk again,” she sticks her tongue out and part of me admires how she enjoyed what happened between us but isn’t laying any expectations on this; only to stay in touch. And yet another part of me wants her to want more… because I do. I don’t know exactly what more looks like in this moment, I just know that I want it.

“Speaking of which,” she pipes up again and leans up to mirror my position, resting her head on her hand. “I was thinking about when you’re gone, do you have someone to take care of the house?” She lifts her brows expectantly and the righteousness that swirls in my chest with the surprise at how casually she’s asking. It’s like we talk every day and didn’t just have a three-year gap of absence. And the answer is that I don’t. Normally that would be Alex, my only real friend in Coyote Creek, but fat lot of good that does me when he’ll be overseas with me.

“No,” I grumble, shaking my head. “That’s why I’m back for the next couple weeks, so that I can straighten up anything that needs it. “I need to square away anything I can with the shop while I’m at it, make sure there’s nothing that could fall apart while I’m gone.”

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