Page 31 of Moonshot

“Your soft, pink pussy is even prettier than I imagined.” I’m just about to beg him to touch me, lick me, fuck me, anything when all of a sudden I feel him drag his flat tongue from the base of my opening to my clit. Clamping my legs against his head, I consider there’s nothing ladylike about my response to his devouring of me just as he begins teasing my sensitive bundle of nerves with the firm tip of his tongue. I can’t contain the noises I’m making in response to his pleasurable assault. The sensation, the sounds of his voracious licking, the feel of his heavy muscular hand on my belly as it attempts to control the bucking of my hips. It’s all too much. I reach overhead to grab the pillow to steady myself, feeling completely overwhelmed with sensation. As if this torrent of physical delight isn’t enough, unexpectedly, his lips clamp down around my clit as he sucks.

“Oh, god, Mick.”

My hands move to grab fistfuls of his now dry, soft hair as he continues to lick and suck while placing two thick fingers inside of me. As he curls them forward, I know I can’t hold out much longer. My entire body begins to shake.

“That’s it, princess, don’t hold back.” He glides his fingers in and out of me a little faster, returning his talented lips to my clit.

“Oh, god.” My body is shaking with force. I’ve never felt a climax build like this. If it didn’t feel so damn good, I’d be worried I was having a seizure. I fear my grip on his hair could cause bald spots when he’s done, but I continue holding on with a death grip as my body careens over the edge. Still quaking at the force of the orgasm, my blood pulsating through my ears, I fight to catch my breath.

I feel Mick crawl up toward the head of the bed and open my eyes just as he bends to kiss me. “Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come.” I can taste myself on his lips and am overcome with the need to repay his gift.

“Mick?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can I?” I pause, unsure how to ask this. I’ve never spoken words like these to a man before. Usually, sex is merely a nonverbal physical connection until it’s over. I actually had a man shush me once. I was so mortified I’ve tried to contain myself ever since, biting my lip if I feel the need to moan. But there’s no keeping a lid on this fervor when Mick’s bringing you to the brink.

“Can you what, Ava?”

Reaching down, I grab ahold of his hard cock and hear a hiss escape him. Whispering, my lips against his throat, I ask, “Can I suck your cock?”

“Holy fuck. Yes.”

He starts to move away from me, so I quickly grab ahold of him, trying to gain his attention.

“What is it?” He looks perplexed.

“I want you to climb up here.” Pulling myself up against the headboard, I motion for him to come closer.

He climbs up my body on all fours, straddling me. Once he’s at my shoulders, he lifts his torso so he’s lined up with my mouth and grabs ahold of the headboard.

Sliding my hands around his granite backside, I pull him into me. Again, I hear him grunt and moan as my mouth welcomes the head of his cock onto my tongue. Gliding my mouth down the length of him, I try to coax him to rock his pelvis into me. He appears to gladly accept the invitation, as he slowly undulates, releasing guttural groans of pleasure as he rocks into my awaiting mouth. I retract one of my hands from his rock-hard ass to cup his balls as he slides in and out. The musky scent of him, the feel of his heavy cock in my mouth, the vibration of his heavy groans above me are more than I can manage any longer. Overcome with need, I drop one hand to my throbbing sex in an attempt to soothe the ache.

Abruptly Michael stops and withdraws from my mouth while looking down at me, eyes hooded, arms braced on the wall overhead. “Do you need my cock, princess?”

Nodding gratefully, I reach up to stroke him once more. “Do you have a condom?” I ask, feeling almost desperate.

“If I don’t, I’ll build a fucking arc.” I watch as he springs from the bed, heading toward the bathroom. “It’s going to take more than a class five hurricane to stop this from happening.” Returning within seconds, he climbs back over me and holds up a condom. Ripping open the packet with his teeth, he gingerly rolls the latex over his engorged length and lines himself up with my opening. He’s not wasting any time.

I’m keenly aware I’m again trembling with need. I’ve never been this out of control with lust for anyone.

“You okay?” he asks, concerned.

“Yes. I just want you so much, Mick.”

Nudging the head of his cock into me, he bends down to kiss me. The kiss deepens as he ruts further and further into me until he’s fully seated. The sensation is out of this world. I’ve never felt so full. I don’t know if it’s his size or simply that it’s Mick. Everything about this man is so much more than I’ve ever experienced before. More than I imagined I could experience with anyone.

I need a minute to absorb all of this pleasure. To appreciate this moment. My heart is racing. He feels so damn good.

“Fuck, Ava.” He exhales. His groan adding to my delight. “Feeling you stretched around me. So wet and warm. Jesus.” I feel him breathe against my ear as he leans on his forearms above me. “I knew you’d be incredible, but I can’t get enough of your sweet pussy.” He kisses my neck as he starts to slowly glide his length in and out of me with a deliberate and steady pace. I’m lost in the sounds of wet flesh and heavy exhales until we suddenly feel in synch, his breathing now matching mine.

“Oh, Mick. It’s never… Oh, god.” I clutch onto his backside, feeling my legs tighten around his hips as the friction against my clit builds to a crescendo. Our panting increases, both of us clutching the other in a desperate need for release.

“El,” Mick growls out.

“Oh, god. Mick. I’m going to come,” I practically shout into the room.

“Let it go. Let it go. I’m right behind you.”

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