Page 107 of Beneath the Blue Moon

***Ethan***

It’s begun. She’s hyper, and she has that hungry look in her

eyes. Right now, it seems to be for sex. This hunger I’ll be happy to satisfy.

She slants her lips over mine, reaching between us to stroke my dick through my

jeans. I’m already as hard as a two-by-four. She yanks at my shirt, trying to

pull it over my head.

“Need you naked,” she says.

I remove my shirt while she works on my jeans. Her eyes are

wild with desire as she tugs it down my legs and drops it on the floor. I rest on

my elbows and watch her keenly.

“You are so hot.”

Goddamn if she isn’t making me hot. Her fingers slide

across my stomach as she pulls my boxers down. Her eyes go wide as my dick

springs free, like it’s the first time she’s seeing it. Her small, delicate

fingers close around it, and she smiles up at me like a kid with a new toy. In

a flash, her smile fades and her expression changes. She’s breathing heavily,

looking downright angry.

“Mine,” she growls.

Fuck! That one word echoes in my mind, heart, body, and

soul. Is this the way I am with her? To see the possessiveness reciprocated

does something to me I can’t explain. But I don’t need to explain it—she is mine,

and I am hers.

“Come here.”

Her head snaps up at the command, and she obediently

straddles my lap. I bury my hand in her hair as she leans forward and licks my

nipple. Need surges through me and I just want to be buried knee-deep inside

her tight, wet pussy.

“Lips.”

She kisses a path up my neck, across my cheek, and then

presses her lips to mine. I can’t think. I can barely breathe. She’s mine, and

no one’s taking her away from me. She moans as my tongue explores her mouth,

tasting every sweet inch. My hands roam aimlessly and feverishly over her body,

her soft skin electrifying my fingertips. When I break the kiss, her lips are

red and swollen, marking that I’ve been there.

“Pussy. Now.”

My voice is low and hoarse, wrought with desire and intense

need for this woman. My woman. The woman I love. My mate. She dismounts, crawls

up the bed, and kneels over my face, placing her hands on my chest. As I pull

her down to my lips hungrily, she leans forward and wraps her lips around my

dick. God, she makes me want to climb the fucking walls! She cries out as I

part her lips with my tongue, licking up her delicious juices. Her mildly salty

but sweet taste is nirvana to my taste buds. Pleasure grips my body as her

tongue slides over my balls. If a bus hit me right now, I wouldn’t feel it.

Avidly stroking me, she pulls one testicle into her mouth,

circling it with her tongue. She moans as she closes her lips around my dick

again, pumping me with both hands. Needing to return the favor, I devote all my

attention to her clit, sucking the tiny nub until she screams in ecstasy. Her

legs quiver and I watch as her muscles contract. She sucks on the head of my

dick with a tenacity that shows she’s intent on driving me crazy. My heart rate

increases, breathing quickens, muscles tense, and I feel the blood accelerating

through my veins. My balls tighten against my body, and I shout my release as

my cum spurts into her mouth.

“Casey!”