Page 119 of Wishing for La Luna
Luna
“Luna, we should?—”
I stop him with a hand in the air. “No. I’m not interested in talking, just fucking.”
His eyes are round, and there’s something almost resentful in the way he looks at me. But he nods and stands.
“Where are you going?”
“Can I have some water?” His tone is testy.
“Look, if you can’t handle this, it’s fine.”
He laughs, and it’s a little ugly. “I can’t handle it? You must have me confused with your little boyfriend.”
“Fuck you.”
“You have been, for hours, but you can’t get enough!” he yells and then lowers his voice. “And you never will. But, come, let daddy top you off again.”
It’s like a heated slap over my face. “Let me rephrase that, fuck off.” I hop off the bed and head to the bathroom. I jump in the shower and let the hot water slide over me. I’m so hot I should steam the whole bathroom. This is so bad.Weare bad right now. I’m mad at him like I hate him, but just the thought that I won’t have him tomorrow brings tears to my eyes, and I’m glad the water is running and taking them away. The emotion rocks my chest, and I let the water ruin my blowout and run all over me.
When the door slides open, I try to swallow the emotion, but I can’t, and then I find myself pressed against the wall of the shower.
“I’m so fucking pissed at you, Luna. But the truth is that I’m glad to be the one that fucks you and makes you come. I would rather be on my knees on your bathroom floor, eating you, than lying in someone else’s silk sheets.”
He kisses his way from my neck, down my chest, palming my tits, and sliding his hands down my torso until he lowers himself to his knees and buries his face in my mons. He kisses and sucks his way to my folds and licks me until I’m whimpering.
And then we shower. While he dries off, I go to the kitchen and get some water for both of us. Then I lie on the bed on my side, and he lies across from me. We’re staring at each other like boxers on a rest period. No words, no touching, just gaze to gaze.
I wake up in the middle of the night. He’s asleep, with his hand over mine. My chest shrinks, the tightness creeping up to my throat, trying to strangle me. I shake my head and climb over him, bracing myself on my knees, not to put any weight on him yet. When I lean closer to his face, he smiles, and I kiss my way from one side of his full lips to the other. I tease him with my tongue to open his mouth, but it stays closed, as do his eyes.
“I know you’re awake.”
He doesn’t move.
“You were just smiling.”
He still doesn’t move.
I slide my lips down his chin, kissing down his neck to his chest. His stomach muscles contract as I lap my tongue over them. I peek up, and he’s still lying down, eyes closed, and still. My tongue glides over one side of his Adonis V, and my fingers trail down the other side until I have him firm in my hand. His intake of breath is sharp, and I chuckle as I work him over in my fingers.
I tip him into my mouth until he hisses, and my walls contract, almost feeling him there. I savor him, moan, and bring him deeper.
His hands shoot to my head and grab chunks of my hair, pressing me as he bucks into my mouth. My hips emulate the motion against the mattress.
He yanks me off him. In my next breath, I’m on my side, and he gets behind me, flipping a leg over him and pushing into me. Then he turns me to face him.
“Your mouth smells like me,” he says, reaching between my legs, stroking me in slow circles. I reach back and pull his head, licking around his mouth until he kisses me.
His hand leaves my clit and wraps around my neck, putting pressure. And this is how I want it—raw, without emotions. I need him out of my system.
The orgasm takes me by surprise, rocking my entire body, making me moan loud while arching against him.
He takes my mouth again and lets himself go, kissing me through his release. It’s gentle and loving.
Loving.
Fuck.
