Page 110 of Beneath the Blue Moon

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I reach up and press my lips to his. I can’t believe this

wonderful man loves me… still loves me after everything that’s happened.

His lips move over mine slowly, gently sucking on my bottom lip. Shifting his

position, he lies flat on his back, and I climb on top of him, keeping our lips

connected. He makes no attempt to deepen the kiss, and I don’t really want him

to. This way is more heartfelt, not born of lust but love.

His fingers glide up my thighs and over my hips, sending a

shiver down my spine. They continue up my sides, slowly pushing my T-shirt up

as he goes. I moan against his lips as he cups my breasts, tenderly massaging

them. I just want to explore his body; I run my hands down his neck, across his

broad shoulders, and down his muscular arms, loving the feel of his skin. When

I trail my fingers up his sides, his hand moves to the back of my neck, pulling

me closer. He always smells good, but this new cologne he’s wearing is driving

me crazy! His tongue teases my lips until I part them, allowing him to slip it

inside. He moans as our tongues touch. I caress his stomach, delighting in his

muscles jumping beneath my fingers. When I get to his chest, I move my hips against

him and feel his dick harden against my pussy. Tugging his zipper down, I reach

inside his jeans. His hips jerk up when I touch him, sliding my fingers up and

down his hard yet velvety-soft length. A possessive feeling washes over me, and

I have a sudden need to claim him.

“It’s mine, and I want it now.”

I pull his dick free and position myself over him.

“Casey, you’re not—” I sink down on him, fisting my hands on

his chest. He takes a sharp breath, closing his eyes. The look of sheer

pleasure on his face brings a smile to my lips. “…ready. Oh, fuck.”

“You were saying?”

Tightly gripping my hips, he moans, his head falling back on

the cushions. With lips slightly parted, his face is a picture of ecstasy.

“Am I wet enough for you?”

“Mmm… absolutely,” he replies.

As I slide my hips back and forth, he bunches the T-shirt at

my waist, locking his gaze onto where we’re joined. Grasping my waist with both

hands, he lifts me until he slips almost all the way out. He lowers me slowly,

only to lift me again, watching as he goes in and out. A low growl sounds in

his throat, and before I know it, I’m on my knees on the couch, and he’s

standing behind me. I spread my legs, and he reaches around to massage my clit

as he pushes inside me.

“Ethan….”

I grind my hips against him, making him moan. He leans

forward, nipping at my back.

“If you keep doing that you’re going to make me come.”

“Isn’t that the point?” I ask.

“Not before you.”

He pulls back, circling his hips as he immerses himself in

me. With one hand on my waist, the other on my shoulder, he increases the pace.

With every stroke, a different sound escapes my lips. I feel stretched to my

limit in a slightly painful but highly pleasurable way. The hand on my shoulder

moves lightly down my spine, and a tingle runs the entire length of my body. I

sink my teeth into the back of his leather couch as my pussy takes a delicious

pounding.

“Ethan!”

“That’s it.”

“Oh, my God!”

My body tenses and I clench my muscles around him tightly.

He stops moving as I explode around him, screaming. As soon as the spasms

cease, he starts moving again, fast and uncontrollably.

“Fuck, Casey!”

With a deep thrust, he goes still. I collapse on the couch,

unable to move, unable to even think. When I open my eyes, I’m lying on his chest,

and his fingers are gently moving up and down my arm. I can’t believe how earth-shattering

it is with him every, single time. When we come together, it’s like Greek fire—flames

but not a match in sight. How is that possible?

“Ethan?”

“Hmm?”

“Is it supposed to be like this every time?”

“Why shouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “I guess I’m just afraid we’re

gonna… burn out.”

“Never.”

“How can you say that with such certainty?”

“Because this is more than just sex. We’re connected by

something deeper, stronger.”

I lift my head to look at him, and he’s staring up at the

ceiling, his eyes blank.

“When did you get so poetic?”

He chuckles, flashing me a huge grin. “Love does strange

things to a man’s brain.”

“I like it. We’re connected.”

I lay my head on his chest once more. An unbidden image of

him and Shae, doing what we just did, pops into my head. I probably won’t like

the answer, but I have to ask.

“When we were broken up… and it’s totally okay if you did

but, did you sleep with Shae?”

“Of course not. Why would you ask that?”

“Something your mother said.”

“I came home one night and found her here. It was too late

for her to drive home, so she stayed in one of the spare rooms. That’s it.”

“Didn’t you want to?”

“No, Casey. She’s not you.”

She’s not me. I’m the only one he wants. It gives me comfort

and my soul feels at peace… for about ten seconds. Something snaps inside me,

and I bolt upright.

“I want cake do you want cake? I’m gonna make us a cake.”