Page 24 of Night Moves

I’m lost in a beautiful dream when a moan wakes me. Lying still, I take in my surroundings. I’m cuddled up against Willow’s back, my leg is between hers and seated against her sex, my arm is over her waist and my thumb is stroking her nipple. My cock is a pole pressed against her ass.

“Diesel, if you just woke up you damn well better finish what you’ve started.”

“You were in my dream.”

“Well, I’m wide awake now and you have me aching.”

I kiss her shoulder. “Yes, ma’am. I aim to please.”

“I want you, Diesel.”

She wants me. She didn’t say needs. She said wants.

Kissing her shoulder, I whisper, “I want you, Willow. Your sweetness.” I kiss the hollow of her neck. “Your kindness.” I kiss behind her ear. “Your loving.”

Rolling her to her back I ease over her, spreading her legs with mine followed by my hips as I kiss a trail down her luscious body. Plumping her full breasts with my palms, I suckle one hard nipple then the other. “My sweet, sweet Willow, I want all of you.”

She’s so warm, her skin so soft, her moans and gasps as I lick and taste my way over her body are so honest and responsive. “Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

I glance up, hoping she can see my expression in the moonlight. “Mine.”

She clasps my face as I shift lower. “I trust you, Diesel. But I haven’t been tested since he cut me. There would have been an exchange of blood from the knife wounds on Sara. She was reckless and into drugs. I don’t want to risk you. Do you have a condom?”

“Yes. It’s been a couple years for me since I’ve been with someone. When I was an escort, I went on PrEP as soon as it came out. The team still tests regularly every nine months due to some of our exposure. I was negative at my initial testing a couple weeks ago. I’ll grab a condom, and we’ll get you tested tomorrow. I’d like a doctor to check your wounds anyway.”

When I return from the bathroom she’s sitting up in bed. Seeing her bare shoulders, I assume she naked under the sheets. My anticipation, my desire is stronger than it’s ever been.

Stopping beside the bed I put the condom box I found in the medicine chest on the bedside table and push off my sleep pants.

Looking up I meet her gaze. Tossing the sheet aside she kneels up, exposing all her beauty. She brushes her palm down the side of my face, “I see you Diesel, for who you are. Make love with me.”

“Yes love. Always love.”

She wraps her hand around my cock and works it up and down a few strokes then leans forward to take me in her mouth. I stop her.

“Not until I can give the same to you, babe. This isn’t going to be a one and done. I want more. I want it all with you. I’ll give you time to see it my way, but I will convince you.”

“Pretty sure of yourself, big boy.”

“Sure of what I want with you.”

Grabbing a condom, she leans forward and kisses my tip before rolling the protection on my shaft. Shifting to the side, she takes my hand and gives me a tug. “Lay down. I get the top this time.”

Once I’m settled, she straddles me, centering my rod right where she wants it. She slides over me, bathing me in her juices. “Oh damn, babe. That feels so good. Lean forward, I want your nipple in my mouth.” One hand braced against my shoulder, she uses the other to feed me her nipple. She feels so good, tastes so sweet. My stamina is taking a hit. I don’t know how long I can hold on.

She lifts to her knees. “Help me. Guide yourself in.”

I line up my cock to her entrance and she slowly lowers her hips. Once I’m an inch in with my hands cupping her hips, I close my eyes and just feel. Her heat envelopes me like a soft winter blanket. Holding me close, taking me in, taking me home as she slides down. Never. Never has it felt this good. This right. This is where I belong.

This is love.

She cups my face, kisses my forehead, the tip of my nose and takes my lips with hers. Then she starts to ride me.

“So good. You feel so good, D. Never like this. Never before. Oh my god. I’m going to come.”

“Take me, babe. Take us together.” Arching my hips I meet her thrust for thrust until we both explode.

Instead of shouting her name, I growl, “Home.”

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