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“Beck,” I moaned, loving the feel of his strong hands that were so confident in their movements. So assured.
When his thumb brushed over that bundle of nerves I shifted, trying to recreate the movement because once wasn't enough. After so many years of getting pleasure only from myself, my body finally let someone else do the hard work.
I licked my lips as Beck's hand dipped beneath the band of my tights. My breath hitched. In fact, I'm pretty sure I stopped breathing, waiting to see what happened next.
His broad hand pushed past the tight elastic, dragging along my pelvis until he was cupping me. I mewled, the excitement building inside me as he adjusted himself. With my eyelids shut I could still sense him moving between my legs, his body facing mine.
I pouted when his hands slipped out, leaving me wanting more. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long before his hands found my hips, tugging the sides of my tights. “Let's get these fucking things off you.”
“Yes, please,” I whispered breathlessly.
I wriggled, helping Beck shuck off the offending fabric.
“I officially have a love-hate relationship with leggings and tights. How pissed would you be if I ripped these off?”
If they hadn't been my most comfortable and most expensive pair, I'd give him carte blanche. But these were a special pair of tights and despite trying to chase an orgasm, I couldn't throw them away for the sake of some temporary pleasure.
“I'll handle it.” I grabbed them myself and pulled them the rest of the way off, tossing them haphazardly off the side of the couch.
By the time we successfully removed the tights, the two of us were panting like we’d run the NYC marathon.
Our eyes collided, and I watched as Beck’s lip twitched.
A laugh burst from my chest and in return Beck’s lip twitch escalated into raucous laughter. Then we glanced down at the black tights on the ground, and back at each other.
The laughing continued, Beck dipping his head to meet mine. “Those fucking tights.”
Finally, the laughter died when Beck's lips claimed mine.
CHAPTER38
Beck
I started small.One kiss, then two, my tongue exploring her mouth just like it was going to explore her pussy in a few minutes.
Her hands roamed over my shoulders, drawing me closer. With us lying on the couch like this, I was careful not to hurt her, my size never more apparent than when there was little room for me to go.
And under normal circumstances I'd throw her over my shoulder and carry her to my bedroom, but I didn't want to break our spell. I selfishly couldn't wait to taste her again.
Luna went for the hem of my shirt, lifting it as high as she could without breaking the kiss. When she started struggling, I pulled away to finish the job, tossing the black tee on top of her tights.
It's then I got a better glance of her underwear. Not that you could call them that. Underwear suggested that something was covered. That wasn't the case here, not with the wisp of fabric that stood between me and Luna’s cunt.
“Fuck, Marks,” I hissed, pushing back so I could get a better look at her. She let a leg fall to the ground, not a hint of reticence or fear or anything that might make me second guess my next action.
I bent down and dragged my tongue along the wisp of lace. “These are pretty. Are they for me?”
Through hooded lids, Luna nodded.
I pushed the offending fabric to the side so I could get a better look. Then I watched as she bit down on her plum-stained lips, and my cock instantly hardened.
Once again her head fell back, her red hair swaying in the most beautiful way.
“Come here, gorgeous.” I dragged her toward me and began to feast on her. She tasted better than I remembered. I sucked on her clit as I plunged two fingers inside of her. Luna’s hips lifted, as if seeking more.
All those years apart, and it was her I thought of when I closed my eyes and fisted myself. Now I had her again, all to myself.
She whimpered, grinding herself against my mouth, chasing her own pleasure. It made me harder than I thought was possible.