Page 89 of Standing In The Sun

Because deep down, she didn’t think she was built for love like his. Lunar was gentle and wild, devoted and demanding. When he looked at her, it was like he thoughtGod made her for him—like she was some divine answer to a lifetime of aching questions. But she couldn’t see herself like that…not yet…not when her life had taught her that being loved always came with a bill.

She leaned in, brushing her lips over his, tasting the ache in both of them. She didn’t say the words. She couldn’t…not yet…not tonight, but she didn’t let go either.

Instead, she stroked his dick more, beckoning him to her. Ahvi wanted Lunar buried so deep in her, she didn’t hear fear—she could only hear their hearts syncing in a way that scared her when not in a state of bliss. But Lunar brought her bliss and she craved it. His stroke game was deliberate and selfless. That was all she needed after a night of partying and feeling intoxicated.

Lunar could feel the battle in her, so he did what he knew how to do. “Get yo’ pretty ass on the bed. I want your legs so wide open, I can see deep inside.”

Ahvi choked on her words, so she nodded before making her way to the bed.

He didn’t say anything else.

He didn’t have to as he approached her.

Lunar’s fingers slid beneath her dress again, slow this time, not like before. This wasn’t about urgency, it was worship and it was wrapped in need. His hands roamed her body like he was trying to remind her what it felt like to be touched by someone who didn’t just wanther body, but wanted to understand it…wanted to understandher.

“You feel that?” he asked, voice gravelly, as he dragged his fingers along the softest part of her thigh. “That’s how I know I was right. God really made you for me.”

Ahvi’s throat tightened. Her breath caught somewhere between disbelief and desire.

“You keep saying that,” she whispered, trying to tease but her voice cracked on the way out.

“That’s cause it’s true,” he rasped, lips brushing her jaw. “You think I say that to every woman I fuck?”

His words hit her in the chest. She wanted to believe him so bad it hurt.

“You think I get like this for just anybody?” His fingers found her panties and he let out a sharp breath. “You soaked, Ahvi and I ain’t even touched you right yet.”

“Then touch me right,” she whispered, her lips grazing his, her voice shaking with more than just lust.

He slid his fingers beneath the fabric, dragging them slowly through her heat. She gasped, grabbing onto his shoulders as her knees bent, but he held her steady, pressing his forehead to hers.

“This is mine,” he declared. “This body, this heart you keep trying to guard…you think you protecting yourself, but all you doing is keeping us from what’s real.”

She whimpered when his thumb found her clit, teasing her with his finger tenderly stroking her, making her spine arch and her thighs tremble.

“I’m not trying to save you, Ahvi,” he murmured. “I just want to hold the pieces while you figure out how to save yourself. You gotta let a nigga do that.”

Her hand gripped his wrist, not to stop him but because it was all too much and somehow not enough. Her walls were cracking, not just the ones inside her body either, but the ones around her heart.

“You don’t get it,” she breathed, her head falling back against the bed. “Every time I start to feel safe…it slips.”

He pressed his lips to her neck, kissing her like she was air and he was desperate to breathe. “I’m not gon’ slip.”

“That’s what you say,” she shot back, her words shaky, like maybe she didn’t even believe them.

“Then let me show you.”

Lunar pulled her panties down, letting them fall on the floor before pushing her legs back, twisting her like a pretzel. Her back hit the mattress, but this time, her legs wrapped around his waist and she didn’t push him away.

His pants were already undone. She felt him, hot and hard between her legs, and her breath hitched again when he rubbed his dick against her entrance— teasing circles against her clit that made her eyes roll back in her head.

“Last chance to run,” he muttered, his voice ragged with restraint. “But know if you run, I’m coming behind you.”

Ahvi didn’t run.

She pulled him closer, locking her legs tighter around him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Then stop talkin’ and fuck me,” she whispered in his ear. “If I’m made for you… prove it.”

Lunar kissed her lips, before trailing his aggressive nips and bites down her body. Ahvi’s breath hitched every time the warmth of them pressed against her already hot skin. When he got to her thighs that he loved so much, he placed gentle kisses on each one, making sure to spend enough time there.

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