Page 62 of Fool Moon First Aid

It starts slowly, like we’re both testing the waters, but the moment our lips touch, it’s like someone lit a match between us. Our kisses quickly catch fire, growing more urgent, more filled with passion by the second.

His hands wander from my hips up into my hair, while I loop my arms around his neck. It’s like every part of us is drawn together, pushing us to deepen the kiss even more.

With the water pouring down on us, I forget everything else. It’s just us in this moment, and it feels like something we’ve both been waiting for forever.

Eventually, we need air, so we pause and lean our foreheads together as we try to catch our breath.

“Oh,” I whisper, totally breathless.

“Say you’ll let me taste you,” he whispers, his voice so husky, it sends a shiver straight to my core. His eyes, so dark and intense, roam over me, making me feel like I’m the only one in the world.

I lick my lips and nod, completely swept up in the moment.

“Spread for me, luna,” he rumbles, and his voice has this echo in the shower that sends my heart racing. I’m excited and nervous as I do as he asks.

I shift, spreading my legs, the warm water teasing my skin in a way that’s erotic. I react to his touch, every part of me waking up and paying attention. The warm water feels like liquid fire on my skin, sparking every nerve into life.

He dives between my legs with an intensity that’s just this side of wild, driven by a need I feel just as much. I grip the slick shower seat, trying to anchor myself, and his tongue dips inside of me.

Brody’s eyes light up with wild desire that resonates with something deep inside me. His tongues dives in and out as he does exactly as he asked, tasting me.

“Fuck, you taste like ambrosia,” he says, his hands gripping my hips as though I may pull away. The roughness of his hands against my smooth flesh lights up something fierce inside me.

My hips roll toward him, my thighs squeezing his head.

Brody moans his approval. He’s loving the effect he has on me, taking his sweet time teasing me before diving his tongue in and out before he slows again. His tongue tastes me with hungry moves that send pleasure zipping through me.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He’s all-in, giving every sensitive spot the attention it deserves. “Ride my face, luna,” he says, and damn if that doesn’t light a fire in me.

My body trembles beneath his touch, wound up from being near them, from their little touches here and there. I know I’ll explode sooner than I’d like, and when he nips my clit, I’m hit by a wave of ecstasy. His every touch draws out an intense sensation, causing me to tremble, coming undone in his hands.

A sob almost escapes me when he zeroes in on my clit, sucking and swirling his tongue in a deliberate, mind-blowing way. It’s almost too much in the best way possible. My hips lift off the seat, seeking more of his relentless attention.

His tongue works magic, finding the right speed and pressure, coaxing out moans and gasps from me like he’s conducting an orchestra to its crescendo. The way he manages this cocktail of pleasure and power is intoxicating, and I’m lost in it.

“Oh, Brody, yes,” I beg as each of his touches and licks drives me closer to the edge. He’s more than willing to step it up, his tongue doing this incredible thing that has me seeing stars.

He hums against me, and those vibrations do wonders, sending shockwaves through me. The way his tongue dances around, paying special attention to all the right places, has me gripping his hair like it’s the only thing keeping me anchored to this world.

I’m right on the brink, trembling from his relentless pursuit, until I shatter, breaking apart from a bliss I didn’t even know existed. My heart pounds so loud, it drowns out everything else, leaving a bubble of pure, raw pleasure that’s all about us.

As the last of the tremors fade, I catch my breath and look down at him. His lips are shiny, and his dark, hungry eyes are filled with… Well, it’s a mix of pride and something a bit softer, like he’s just as caught up in this as I am.

“Look what you’ve done to me,” he challenges, his voice thick with arousal. Leaning back, he supports himself on one hand, while the other wraps around his length, stroking with a deliberate slowness. The dim light plays over his muscles, highlighting the contours of his body as he loses himself in pleasure, his moans breaking the silence. His gaze locks onto mine, sparking a silent exchange filled with longing and unspoken promises.

“See how much I want you, how my body reacts to your moans of pleasure?” His words are a seductive whisper, reaching out and wrapping around me. I’m captivated, my eyes glued to his movements. “Watch me Ava.”

I lick my lips as he tips his head back, pleasure playing across his features.

A deep groan cuts through the air as he reaches his climax, his hips pumping into his hand. Slowing down, he opens his eyes, his breathing heavy. In a moment of intense intimacy, he extends his hand toward me, offering me a taste. This act, so deeply personal, knits us closer, a tangible symbol of our growing bond, and the kiss that follows is intense yet tender, a promise sealed without words.

As he touches me again, I’m hit by a wave of everything—pain, pleasure, the whole deal. Every touch is like lightning, sparking something fierce inside me, and in this rare moment of quiet, it hits me—I want more than just the physical. I want to know all the little things that make them tick, the stuff that brings them joy and lights up their eyes.

It’s a weird, complex feeling, this mix of desire and belonging. As I sit here, I can’t help but wonder if I’ve found something real. Could it be that with them, I won’t just find desire, but a place where my restless heart can finally settle down?

This thought kindles a fire in me, pushing me toward a future filled with hope, and we all know hope can be a very dangerous thing.

Ava

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