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You never have to again, I silently add, guessing she’s only ready for so much honesty.
Her eyes meet mine, and behind the fierceness I spy excitement and anxiety.
“Then take me to bed,” she commands.
Yes.
I press her knees wide, stepping between them, sliding my hands under her ass, and boosting her into my arms. Luna helps by wrapping herself around me, but she hinders my progress by placing hot, open-mouthed kisses on my neck, threatening to buckle my knees.
When we reach her room, I collapse onto the bed, letting my wife land on top of me. And there she stays, rubbing her body on mine, drawing her lips up to capture my mouth in a scorching, slow-paced kiss.
This is different than the frantic session in the kitchen, where we moved fast as if to stop each other from backing out. This session still leaves things needing to be said, but not everything. Luna wants me in her bed tonight. The entire night.
And I want to be with her.
I ease into the experience, running my hands along the strong shape of her body, giving small presses on her back and hips to keep her rocking against me. She’s captured my hard dick between us, and every time she moves, the pleasure jolts up my spine.
Luna breaks off our kiss, planting her hands on either side of my head to hold herself above me. She stares down with lust-hazy eyes.
“You would let me do anything to you. Wouldn’t you?” She rocks her hips against my erection.
“Yes,” I moan, ready to follow whatever direction she gives.
“You shouldn’t.” Her voice drops to a hush. “I’m not good for you. I’m not…good.” Luna’s sentence cracks on the last word, and her body stills as she turns her head, blinking rapidly.
What?
I sit up so fast she jerks in surprise. But she doesn’t retreat.
Can’t when I cage her in my arms.
“Good is relative.” I cup Luna’s face in my hands, making sure she’s looking at me. Listening to me. “You’re fierce, strong, and loyal. You fight for what’s yours.” I lean in, pressing a light kiss to her lips before admitting, “I want to be yours.”
A groan wrenches from her throat, and I find myself pinned down to the bed. Luna has her hands pressed to my shoulders, hips back to rocking, eyes on fire.
“I want you,” she growls, making every muscle in my body clench.
“Luna.” I choke on her name when she shoves off me. But the second she’s standing, her hands rip off her blouse and then her pants. I don’t have time to admire her black underwear before the set is discarded too. Naked, she pulls open the drawer on her bedside table, taking out a foil packet. Next thing I know, her fingers are undoing my belt, unzipping my fly, and dragging out my heated cock.
No time for even a word to leave my lips before she’s back over me, sliding the head along her slick folds. I groan at the decadent sensation, every muscle in my body jerking as she rolls the protection down my length. With her muscular thighs clenching, Luna lowers herself onto every throbbing inch of me, and I swear I hear entire symphonies play across my eardrums.
My wife takes me, just like she promised. Luna rides me in a hard, steady rhythm, palming her bare tits, pinching her own nipples, and holding my gaze the entire time.
Somehow I manage not to come in the first five seconds. I think the only thing stopping me is the fear of what’ll happen when this all reaches the crescendo. When Luna’s pace stutters and her lids flutter, I know she can get to her climax. I’m determined to help, reaching out to spread my hand over her lower belly, then sneaking my finger past her intimate hair, under her hood, to caress her clit.
My woman gives a yelp as her hands fall to my chest, fisting in my shirt. My dick enjoys the tightening pulses of her orgasm, each one drawing me deeper.
Luna finally comes back to the present, panting, chest heaving, a curtain of dark hair cutting her eyes off from mine.
“Hey,” I speak gently, reaching forward to brush aside some strands, wanting to make sure she’s okay.
I meet a glare.
“You’re mine,” she pants. Then her hips rock hard, and Luna starts to truly fuck me, steady and demanding. My back bows off the bed, and I have to hold onto her thighs to give myself some grounding in reality.
“You’re mine, Charlie Keller.”
I groan her name like a desperate prayer, the pleasure too much for my mind to comprehend. There’s a live wire connecting my spine and my balls shooting straight electricity down my cock.
