Page 80 of Wishing for La Luna
The words echo over the drumming of the rain on the roof. I could try to pretend that I got caught in the moment, but it feels right.This whole thing feels right.
And I want to be here with her in the place that means the most to me. I want her body here. I want her. I love her. The feeling is so strong it almost strangles me, and I step back, staring into her eyes.
Without missing a beat, she reaches for the hem of her tank top and flips it over her head. My eyes dip to her tits encased in a lace bra—just the way I like. I can still feel them in my mouth from the effects of the video shoot in my mouth. She shifts her hand, trailing her fingers over them. My dick is so impossibly hard, but I keep perusing down her body, and her hands follow my gaze over the plane of her belly to the button of her jeans. She undoes it and pushes them down past her knees, bending over, with her ass in the air.
“Fuck,” I groan.
She slides her panties off next and stands in front of me just in her bra, and it’s almost perfect, except for her hair. With one look, Luna reaches up and removes the hair tie, flinging it on top of her clothes.
Her thick curls tumble on her shoulders, her lips parted with want, the thirst in her eyes growing, and her skin glistening. I just stand there, taking a mental photo. I want to hold her in my memory like this.
Then she sits on the bed, pushing back until she’s in the middle, and runs her hand down her chest, over her torso, between her legs, and reaches out to me. I kick my shoes off, take her hand, and climb on the bed. The room smells like her, that sweet and tangy fragrance that has imprinted on my nose. I put my knee on the bed and beeline for her pussy with an open mouth and a grateful heart. Because I get to be the one to sucks and fucks her. When my lips touch her folds, she rocks forward, seeking closeness. I flick my tongue against her, and she grabs my hair with both hands.
I swirl my tongue, and she presses my head down, holding me in place and rocking her hips, fucking herself against my mouth. I grind against the mattress, emulating her rhythm, needing the friction.
Her breath grows as loud as the rain and every swipe of my tongue. When her thighs start to tremble against my hand, I hold her wrists in my hands and yank them off my head.
I want to be buried inside her when she comes.I pull back and yank my t-shirt over my head. Her trembling hands try to help me remove my jeans, but I take over and undo them, pushing them and my boxers past my hips. My cock springs out. She licks and bites her lips, flooding me with urgency and I’m ready to explode.
I don’t even finish kicking off my jeans. I hook my hands under her knees and pull her closer so her legs are on either side of me, and I spread her. But as I lower myself, I pause.
I don’t have a condom. My mouth falls open because I’ll die if we have to stop now.
“We’re good. I’m on birth control.” She’s breathless, her tone colored with the same urgency flowing through me.
And I push through her tight heat tunnel, which sends me into a desperate state. I lift her hips, sit back on my knees, and thrust over and over until her head drifts back into the pillow. I’m pounding into her while studying her reactions, letting her body speak to me.
She squeezes her tits, dipping into her bra to fan one nipple with her digits. My mouth should there, so I lean forward and lower the bra on her other tit. When her nipple springs out, I flick it with my flat tongue. She presses it into my mouth, and I suck it, recreating the pressure that sent her over the edge last time. I’m at the perfect angle to give her what she wants and pound her with my cock.
I’ve got my rhythm going, and as much as the pressure builds, I can’t let go. Her nails dig into my shoulder. A guttural scream falls from her throat. It’s primal, forcing my gaze to her as she falls back against the mattress. Her body goes still as her pussy contracts at a maddening speed, like she’s begging for my cum. That makes me thrust her faster, like I’m losing my mind and all my faculties until a shudder tears through and I explode too, and now I’m the one pulsing into her, giving her every last drop of me.
I lift my head, and she smiles a little.
“Ven,” she says, pulling me closer and kissing my lips when I’m on top. “Let go. Let me feel your weight.”
My heart goes insane as it pounds in my ears. Her fingers trail circles on my back. And we stay connected until I’m spent and my heart evens out.
I go grab her a wet towel, and Jesus, I’m never going to forget how she looks naked, spread out, with my seed smeared on her pussy.
I drop the towel in the bathroom hamper and come back to bed. Her eyes are glossy.
“The rain is so loud, like a storm.”
I drag her against me, and she leans on my shoulder, with her hand on my belly, and falls asleep.
My body begins to follow her, but I’m afraid to close my eyes because I’m at peace and sated like I haven’t been in years.
It’s all because of her. Because I love her.
And love is the door to losing someone.
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Rio
I shower and put on the fresh clothes Tia left me on the chair. Luna is still out. Sound asleep like a lion after the hunt. Mane for days, beautiful, savage, lying on my bed. It’s scary how many emotions flow through me. I want to climb into bed with her, but I need a few minutes, or I’ll end up waking her up by putting my mouth all over her.
I grab the notepad from my drawer and sit on the armchair, staring at the rain falling. It’s always like this. It rains as if it will never stop, and then the sun comes out. I’m relaxed. My heart is at peace. I even slept for a bit. But my mind is a battlefield, and scars are beginning to show.
