Page 71 of Lavender Moon

“Yes,” she nods frantically as she scoots back just a bit to work my shorts down. I help the best I can, lifting my hips despite the screaming protest from my leg as I yank the wet scrap of lace to the side.

“Wrap your beautiful pussy around my cock, baby, and I’ll do the rest,” I growl up at her, and I’m rewarded with her enthusiastically obliging.

“Oh my God, K,” her head falls back as she sinks down on my shaft, her warm wetness enveloping me beautifully, each inch better than the last. Once she’s fully seated in my lap, I move slowly at first, just a couple of pumps to acclimate us, but after that, I go all in. With how fucking wet she is, she slides up and down so fucking easily as I jack my hips upwards, pummeling her sweet cunt. Luna bounces with my movements and takes hold of the headboard above me to steady herself. “Oh, Kaleb, oh God yes, baby,” she cries out, and it brings my confidence almost back up to its baseline.

I’m getting one fuck of glute workout as I’m doing my best to lay off my leg and let my ass do all the work, but it’s worth it to feel Luna’s pussy begin to quiver around my dick. My balls are tight and painful with the need to come and so I pull her down closer, licking my tongue into her mouth to help her along as my thumb finds the hood of her clit and rubs in small circles.

The vice-like squeeze of her pussy and the scream she releases into my mouth are my go-ahead to let go and pound into her. Fuck, I can feel her coming on my cock, coating it with her arousal as my cum streams into her in spurts that rack my body.

“Fuck! Baby!” I roar out as I empty into her, and the staccato sound of her shallow panting is the soundtrack bringing me down. I slow my thrusts little by little until the aftershocks of our joint orgasms dissipate enough that I feel safe to move again.

Still trying to catch her breath, Luna presses her palms against my chest and eases herself off me, I can tell, trying to be extra careful. My hands come over the top of hers however, keeping her from getting completely off me. Something about the way they feel on me makes me feel grounded, and I’m enjoying it more than I ever thought possible.

Reading my signal like only she can, Luna shifts only partially off me so that her body is free and clear of my leg and snuggles into my side, keeping one hand on my chest over my rapidly beating heart.

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My leg feelslike it’s going to explode, and once again, me being my stubborn-ass self, I’m doing my best to not show my discomfort, but Luna can see me shifting and wincing next to her.

“Do you want an ice pack?” she asks, sitting up and grabbing the nearest t-shirt, and fuck, I can’t turn that down.

“That’d be great,” I grumble affectionately, trying to show appreciation in my best, casual this is no big deal, it’s just a little pain tone.

She stands from the bed and pulls open a drawer. “No problem,” she says softly, pulling out a frilly pair of bed shorts and stepping into them. “Need anything else while I’m in the kitchen?”

“Uh… yeah, I guess I could do with some pain meds.”

“Okay,” she says sweetly, sashaying out of the room and returning less than three minutes later with a bottle of water, an ice pack wrapped in a towel, and holds her hand out to me to receive some pills. When she drops them in my hand, I recognize them as ibuprofen.

“Hey, do you mind getting me the stuff the doctor prescribed?” I ask looking up at her, and she stalls in her task of positioning the ice pack over my leg.

“Um… those are…”

I fucking know their oxycodone, but I try not to snap at her through the pain that’s starting to radiate down my calf. “I know, babe, but this really hurts. Do you mind?”

“I know,” she straightens up and lightly waves her hands with her words. “It’s just that those can be habit forming and –”

“I know, I know everything you’re about to say.” I blow out on a heavy sigh, cutting off her rant as I drop my head back on the pillow. The pain is starting to take over, and a vision of the explosion flickers in the back of my mind, reminding me of its origin. “But fuck, I need some sleep tonight, Luna, so would you get them for me please?” I ask yet again, trying to be nice.

She lets out a sigh as her eyes wander the room in thought before biting her bottom lip and suggesting, “Can’t you just give the ibuprofen a chance and if it doesn’t help you can –”

“Dammit, Luna!” I bark, cutting her off once again and making her shoulders jump with the loud boom of my voice. “You have no idea what kind of pain I’m in – no idea!” I say, finally showing all my cards and revealing how desperate I am for relief. “Now please go grab the prescription meds or I’ll get them my damn self!” I yell, shifting in the bed like I’m making to get up so she knows I’m serious.

Luna’s mouth drops open slightly as if she’s about to throw something back at me, but quickly closes her mouth and whirls around. She strides out the bedroom door and her footsteps echo down the hallway and back when she returns with the clear orange bottle. She tosses it at me and the pills rattle as it lands on the bed next to me.

Fuck, I messed up. I still can’t pinpoint the change I’ve seen in her in the hours since first seeing each other again, but for a minute there we were us again, and my little outburst didn’t help things.

“Look, babe…” I tell her as I unscrew the cap and take just two of the tablets out. “I’m sorry, I’ve just never felt pain like this. I just need these tonight and I’ll start to ween myself off tomorrow, I promise.”

“Mmm hmm,” she responds without looking at me before crawling into the bed and shutting off the light. As I slug down the pills with some water, she turns on her side, her back to me, and I hate it. After setting the pills and water down on my side of the bed, I try to turn towards her but my fucking leg won’t let me. Instead, I turn my face towards her in the darkened room and reach my hand out, letting it rest on her back.

31

LUNA

Kaleb ambles past me through our front door that I’m holding open. Handsome as ever in his dress blues, his face is the stoney expression he’s been opting to sport for the last two weeks. I shut our front door against the crispy March chill, and shrug out of my peacoat before hanging it in the hallway closet.

More than ready to get out of this black dress and tights, I eagerly make my way down the hall and find Kaleb in our bedroom, a few steps ahead of me, leaning on his cane while he yanks at his neck tie, his face twisted with the frustration.

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