Page 54 of Moonlit Fate

“I can’t quite believe this is real,” she murmured. Her movements were cautious but purposeful as she pumped me with both hands.

I tangled my fingers in her hair and pulled her closer. “Slow,” I rasped out between clenched teeth, knowing she needed to take it slow despite my growing desperation for release.

She nodded against me, understanding me perfectly even through our mutual want. She trailed kisses up my neck and jawline, nipping at my earlobe.

“Do you want me to… do you want my mouth?” The whispered question sent a bolt of lightning straight to my groin, and I shuddered in response.

“Oh, fuck. Only if you want to,” I groaned as she leaned back, eyes searching mine for confirmation. Her lips puckered slightly as she looked between us. She craved the taste of me just as much as I craved feeling those plump lips wrapped around me. When she lowered her head and took me into her mouth, a guttural groan left me.

She moaned against my cock as she sucked me, her tongue swirling around the head. My eyes rolled back in my head. The sensation was overwhelming, sending shivers down my spine and up again. The bed gave slightly as she leaned further over me, her hair cascading like a sheltering curtain. She bobbed her head gently, taking more and more of me into her mouth with each downward glide. Her cheeks hollowed out, and I moaned in delight. Her lips were warm and wet, just right, and as she raised her head to meet my eyes, I found the desire in hers matching my own. My fingers dug deeper into her scalp, urging her on even as I tried to hold back.

“Aria,” I gasped, helpless against the pleasure.

She smiled around my throbbing cock before taking it deep into her mouth again, until I hit the back of her throat. My hips jerked up off the bed, begging for more of that delicious friction. She picked up speed, sucking hard on the sensitive flesh that had me biting back groans. With each gentle moan from her throat, I felt myself getting closer and closer to exploding into bliss.

The scent of her body, of the lavender from the bath she took, filled the air between us like a sensuous perfume as she brought me closer to release.

Before I could finish in her mouth, I pulled her up, flipping her onto her back and grinning as I slid down her body. She’dnever put on the boxers, and she held her knees together demurely.

“Spread your legs for me,” I whispered. “Let me see you.”

Her knees fell apart, and I took a moment to drink in her beautiful pussy as she spread herself for me. The sight of her glistening folds was intoxicating. My mouth watered, and my tongue darted out to trace the shape of her curls. I moved in closer, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh before dipping lower.

The taste of her was sweet and so fucking addictive. I inhaled deeply, drawing her exquisite scent into my lungs as I circled her entrance with my tongue, teasing her folds. She squirmed beneath me, her fingers digging into the bedsheets, holding on as I parted her lips gently with my index finger and teased her entrance. Aria’s soft moans were music to my ears as I pressed my tongue against her entrance and tasted her small pearl of desire.

I flicked my tongue over her clit and pressed my finger inside her, her heat clamping down around me. She bucked against me, crying out softly as I found just the right spot inside her and began to move in time with my tongue on her clit. Her hips rose off the bed as I added a second finger, pushing deeper still. Her breath caught in her throat as I stretched her tight channel, pulling back before thrusting back in again. She tasted like every fantasy I’d ever had and more, sweet yet salty from sweat and arousal. My tongue danced against every nub and fold, lapping up the nectar that beaded on her skin.

Aria’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted beneath me, her hair splayed out on the pillow like a waterfall of silk. She was every bit as stunning as she was breathtaking, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she tossed her head from side to side. She tasted so sweet, like the finest of wines, and I savored every drop of her essence like it was the very thing that gave me life.I listened to the music of our moans, the rhythmic slap of our skin against skin, even the rustling of the bedsheets under our movements.

Every inch of her body seemed made for me. My free hand found one of her breasts, cupping and squeezing it gently. My teeth nipped at her sensitive flesh, and the soft gasp she let out sent shivers down my spine. I sucked on her neck softly while my fingers found a faster rhythm inside her, reaching for that spot that would send her over the cliff.

She clenched around my fingers, so close to the crescendo of pleasure. Aria’s moans grew louder and more desperate for release, and with one last flick of my tongue, she came apart on my mouth. The sweet, salty taste of her flooded my senses as she arched off the bed and cried out in ecstasy. I groaned into her before pulling back to look up at her, admiring how beautiful she was. Especially now.

I crawled up her body, my eyes on hers the entire time. Her pupils were dilated with passion, and she breathed heavily, a slow smile curving her lips. She was beauty personified, every curve begging to be touched and worshipped. Cupping her breast tenderly, I slid my other hand between us and positioned my cock at her entrance.

Our eyes locked as I slowly thrust inside, filling her tight heat with every inch of my length. She clenched around me, slick and hot. With a cry, she arched off the bed as I pressed past that thin barrier in one swift stroke. I leaned in for a tender kiss as our hips met in harmony, groaning into her mouth as our bodies moved together.

“Are you okay?” I whispered as I stilled, wanting to be sure I hadn’t hurt her.

“I’m fine.” She blushed. “Please keep going.”

I moved, trying to go as slow as I could, but my restraint soon gave way. Our skin slapped together, creating a percussivesoundtrack to our lovemaking. My muscles tensed under her touch, every nerve alight with desire as I met her stroke for stroke. Aria mewled, her hands exploring my chest and back before trailing down to my ass cheeks. Her fingers dug into my flesh, pulling me closer still as she urged me on, demanding more.

She rocked her hips in time with my thrusts, moaning when I sucked on her bottom lip. Her taste was addictive, making me crave more of her. I slipped a hand between us, finding her clit and circling it with gentle fingers as I plunged deeper inside her. Her body tensed and relaxed in response to my ministrations until finally, she cried out again, her body shivering underneath mine.

“Fuck,” she hissed against my lips. The sound vibrated through my cock straight into my core. Her legs curled around my waist for leverage, her moans filling my ears. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she arched her back, taking me in even deeper.

The head of my cock brushed against her G-spot with every thrust. As I teased her clit with my fingers and licked the side of her neck, she squirmed underneath me.

Our breathing grew ragged as my own orgasm drew closer. Our movements became more frantic and urgent as we sought release together. With one last thrust deep inside her, I groaned into her mouth and emptied into her. She moaned against me, taking every drop of me as my body shook with the force of my orgasm.

It was intense and fast, as if we were trying to outrun the dawn that would eventually find us. But in those precious times, nothing mattered but us, a bond forged in the abyss of our beings that spoke of love and of a future written in the stars.

14

ARIA

The next morning, I blinked away the remnants of sleep, the lull of a dream where the stars danced just for us. Stretching languidly, muscles content, I relished the afterglow from spending the night with Atticus. It had been a truly magical evening—meteors streaking across the sky like falling fireflies, our bodies uniting in passionate desire. The warmth of him curled against me was strange and wonderful.

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