Over the moon, p.18
Over the Moon, page 18
“We’re being still together, remember? We made a deal.”
Panic drips slowly through me, and I have to focus to breathe through it.
His hands are on my bare legs then running over the jean fabric of my shorts before making their way to my exposed stomach. With a simple tug, he unties the bottom of my shirt, but he doesn’t make a move to undo the rest of the buttons. Instead, he slips a finger between my shorts and my skin, dragging it teasingly from one side to the other while assessing me with his eyes.
“You’re shaking.”
I let out a breath, too embarrassed to speak.
“Do you trust me?”
The question is a loaded one, but for all intents and purposes, I feel confident in the nod that follows.
A small smile pushes up his cheeks. He relaxes his legs from around me. Then he unbuttons and unzips my shorts before sliding them down my legs.
“Fuck me,” he murmurs as his eyes roam my bare skin, white silk panties, and exposed thighs.
He leans forward and places a chaste kiss on my stomach, right above my panty line. “Do you still trust me?” he rumbles against my skin.
When I don’t answer, his lids flip up so he’s staring directly back at me. “Nod for yes. Shake your head for no.”
A dizzy spell hits me with my nod, and I place my fingers through his hair for leverage, gripping him at the root as he runs a finger along the length of my slit, much like he did in the canoe. I’m already so wet, I can feel the stickiness grip the fabric of my underwear. I think he sees what I know, because a look of victory flashes in his expression.
I’m so focused on the way he’s staring at me, I don’t even notice that his fingers have slipped beneath the hem of my panties until he starts to pull them down to join my shorts. My eyes are on Kingston, and his eyes are locked between my thighs. I think I might die from lack of oxygen when he leans in and presses his thick lips to the inside of my leg. He repeats the kiss on the other side while moving his knees between mine so I’m spread around him.
His fingers are on me again, gliding along my wetness, across my opening, slipping against my ass, then coming back to my front to do it all again. With each lap, my grip on his hair tightens. Then finally, he stops at my clit, massaging it gently, before he works his way to my entrance and slips a finger inside me.
I suck in a sharp breath—at the sensation, the fullness, and the complete euphoria that overtakes me. I appreciate his slowness and gentleness, which is not at all what I expected from Kingston. Then again, we’ve barely begun.
“Holy hell, I don’t even need to prime you,” he growls before inserting a second finger and filling me so completely, I think I might explode. “It’s going to feel so good when I’m finally inside you.”
He pushes deeper inside me before flicking his fingers and triggering a guttural reaction to slip from my throat. He continues to finger me, slipping in and out, teasing my sweet spot. When his hooded gaze turns up to meet mine, it’s like he’s wound me up as far as I will go, and I’m hit with an orgasm that completely unravels me. I’m spinning and spinning, weakening by the second.
Kingston doesn’t give me a moment to gather myself. He pulls me onto his lap, and my knees barely graze the edge of the bed. He presses me down so I can feel his bulge where I’m wet, then he’s kissing me ferociously. I even hear a growl tear from his throat when our tongues collide. He’s not giving me time to breathe. Passion, desire, hunger, lust—it all tangles in the air between us and strips me totally bare of my senses. I’m not going to second-guess this. I’m not going to worry about tomorrow or the fact that I’ll never see Kingston again after this night. I’m giving in to what I’ve denied myself all week. A chance at happiness. Even if it’s just for one night.
After a week of resistance, I’m crumbling like a pile of bricks. He was persistent. He found my weak spot. Then he went in for the kill. All I know is that when the dust settles tomorrow, I won’t regret a single thing.
23
CALL ME KING
KINGSTON
Sex has always been just that. Sex. Even when I was seventeen years old and sliding into my girlfriend of two months, that was all it was to me. The way people talk about feelings being attached to the act, like it’s all about love and trust and togetherness, was a foreign concept to me. Who has time for those kinds of feelings when the sensations take over every living part of my body?
I’m not so sure what to believe now that I have Silver in my arms. Her kiss is a bold proclamation of her true feelings toward me. I want to devour every single part of her, and I’m struggling to figure out where to start. Her lips are delectable, like the finest wine. And just the feel of her soft pussy as I ran my fingers through her wetness had me craving the taste of it. I want to bruise her lips as much as I want to fuck her relentlessly, but I also want to make sure I make her feel like the fucking goddess she is. I want to worship Silver like she’s my queen. And I want her to scream my name like I’m her king.
My hands move from her thighs to her ass, and I grip both cheeks as I bite down on her bottom lip. A moan is all I hear before I grind her against my erection, getting harder as her wetness soaks through my sweats. “Fuck, I’m not even inside you yet, and I’m going insane.” I glide my lips from hers to her neck, scraping my teeth against her sensitive skin as I go.
I roll my hips so she can feel every inch of my desire. Her eyes flutter a little before she drops her head back and starts to move against me on her own. “That’s it, princess. I want your tight pussy around me, just like that.”
She continues to move, her chest pushing up into the air, and I hate that she still has a shirt on. I remove my hands from her ass cheeks and grip the material of her button-down on both sides where it’s already open. I yank it apart, and buttons tear from the seams and bounce around on the floor.
She gasps, and her hypnotic gray eyes fly open, locking on mine. “What the—that was my favorite shirt.”
I glare back at her before looking down at her light-pink cotton bra that lifts her generous breasts in all the right places. “Don’t worry. I’ll buy you a new one.”
She squirms a little, but makes no move to hop off me. “I bought it years ago at a local shop. There’s no way you can find a replacement.”
I slide a finger where the edge of her bra meets her skin, tracing the perfect V-shape before unsnapping her bra in the back with one finger. “Then I’ll find you something you like better.” My eyes flip up to hers as I finish stripping the last of her clothes from her body. “Or I’ll just make you forget about the shirt completely.”
“What? How?”
I curl the corner of my mouth, a warning of what’s to come, then I pick her up, turn us both around, and drop her on the bed.
I wish I could capture her expression and pin it to my ceiling for every future time I jerk off to my memory of her. The bounce of her body. The shock in her eyes. The way her mouth goes agape then stares back at me like I’m a wild animal on the prowl.
With a quick pull of my shirt, it’s over my head and tossed to the ground. I keep my sweatpants on, for fear I’ll give in too soon and slip into her before I’ve had my fill of her in other ways. I kneel on the floor in front of her, wrap my arms around her thighs and yank her to me, not stopping to take a breath before my mouth is on her.
I’m devouring her juices slowly, lapping at her entrance then her clit in one slow upward swipe before she’s sucked into my mouth. I don’t know what comes over me, but I’m lost in her, completely trapped between her thighs, hazed in her scent, and buzzing off each drop of her sweet juices.
I wish I could say this was just sex. I wish I could say this was like every other experience that has ever given me my kicks. After all, it was all I wanted from her when I first laid eyes on her. I didn’t mean to get to know her. I didn’t want to care. And I definitely didn’t intend for sex with Silver to become something that belonged in an alternate universe.
For the first time in my life, I want more than a quick fuck with a beautiful woman. I want to take in every single moment, every moan, every sharp breath, and every scream. I want to remember the way her wetness glimmers in the reflection of the cabin lights. I want to remember the way she stared back at me when I made her come with my fingers. And I most certainly want to remember the way she lights up with another orgasm at the speedy rhythmic flickering of my tongue.
Her scream is louder, and her head presses into the bed. Her tits push into the air, and her fingers tug so hard at my hair that it’s almost painful.
I’m breathing just as heavily as she is when I stand back up and retrieve a condom from my pocket. I watch her watch me as I strip down to nothing and roll the latex around my swollen cock. It’s a painful kind of swollen now. One that only Silver’s sweet pussy can resolve.
When I climb onto the bed, I kneel between her legs while taking in the quick rise and fall of her chest. She looks nervous, maybe even a little scared, and that alone sobers me some. A little of the fog clears, and I grab her hand, pulling her to a sitting position so that we’re face-to-face.
“You okay?” I search her expression, looking for signs of hesitation. I don’t know where her nerves are coming from, but we’re not going any farther unless it’s what she wants. I’ve waited too long for this to fuck it up now.
She nods without an ounce of hesitation, but the worrisome expression is still present.
“You sure? Because we don’t have to do this if you aren’t sure.”
She shakes her head then smiles. “I’m very sure, Kingston. I just—” Her eyes flicker between mine. “I just don’t want to disappoint you. I’ve only been with two guys before, and they weren’t—” Her eyes slip away from mine and scan the rest of my body before eyeing my dick, causing me to chuckle.
“Hey, Silver.” I wait until her eyes connect with mine. “We haven’t even done it yet, and you’re the best I’ve ever had. Take that for what it’s worth to you.”
Her mouth crashes to mine, throwing me completely off guard. She climbs onto my lap, wraps her small hand around my length, then places me at her entrance. We take a simultaneous breath, our gazes locked on where we’re about to connect. Then I’m sinking into her, inch by hungry inch. I’m filling her slowly, sensitive to the firm hug that is almost too much for me to bear, even with the damn condom separating the skin-to-skin contact I selfishly want.
I give her a minute to get used to me. I’m rocking against her while I watch every moment of her reaction—the way it morphs from the shock of how I fill her like she’s never been stretched open before, to the surprise of the pleasure she feels once she’s familiarized herself with the many thick inches of me.
Soon enough, the tables have turned, and she’s riding me like she’s desperate for it. I accept it with just as much need. My mouth finds her nipples, her neck, then her lips—biting her, tasting her. I’m all over her while she brings us both closer to climax.
“Kingston, I’m getting…”
She doesn’t finish her sentence. Instead, she’s filled with a gasp as she steadies her movements.
“Call me King,” I growl.
I know if she does, I’ll come far quicker than anticipated, but I don’t care. I’ve been dying to hear Silver call me by my nickname from the second I spotted her.
A whimper floats from her throat into the air, and I slam my mouth over hers. I want to be as close to her as possible when she comes. Every moan, every scream, every whimper—they’re mine.
I never knew sex could feel like an out-of-body experience, because I don’t just feel her wrapped around my cock. She’s wrapped around my heart too. And every time we connect, it only feels more intense than the last. She comes in minutes, her beautiful blond hair sticking to her skin as her tired muscles start to go limp. She’s just had her third orgasm, and I can’t hold back any longer.
I push her onto her back, spread her legs, and rock as deep into her as her body will allow. With each thrust, I’m lost in her. With each breath, I’m a goner. By the time my release reaches its brink and every last drop of my buildup is pouring inside her, I know Silver is not someone I ever want to let go of. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not ever.
Long after we’ve both come down from our orgasmic high, we’re still wrapped up in each other. Our naked limbs pretzel together while we stare out Silver’s window. The moon is bright tonight, thanks to the clear sky and just enough clearance from the surrounding woods to give us the perfect view. I’m reminded of our night lying in the canoe together, where we shed some of our secrets and I learned so much about Silver.
The sex was amazing, but it’s nights like that one and moments like right now, that I’m going to miss. Eventually, I speak those words aloud, knowing Silver is wide awake, just like me.
“I think this is what I’m going to miss the most,” I tell her.
She lets out a breathy laugh. “What’s that exactly?”
“Staring up at the moon with you.”
PHASE VI
WANING GIBBOUS MOON
“The moon is a reminder that no matter what phase I’m in, I’m still whole.” — Unknown
24
OVER THE MOON
SILVER
Sun peeks through my open blinds, and my cheeks lift with a bittersweet smile. I know Kingston is gone. He slipped out quietly hours ago, but not before I heard him whisper goodbye. And now, it’s over. My heart is heavy, and my chest aches. Even knowing I may never see him again, I have no regrets about last night. It was what we both wanted. The perfect end to an imperfect beginning.
Still, his sweet words echo in my mind.
“I think this is what I’m going to miss the most.”
“What’s that exactly?”
“Staring up at the moon with you.”
Those words. Those final words before I drifted off to sleep in Kingston’s strong arms are hitting me full blast now. They remind me of something my father told me when I was fifteen after I’d just gotten home from an awful double date. I thought Drake Douglas was it for me. I’d crushed on him for years before he finally asked me out, and then he spent most of our date flirting with my best friend. Turned out, he’d only asked me out to spend time with her. I was devastated, and my father was waiting for me on the front porch to witness my heartbreak.
“Oh, Sylvia,” my father said gently before wrapping a firm arm around my shoulders. “No boy worth a damn will ever cause you pain like this. That boy was just a phase, an eclipse on your radar when you finally find the one and settle down. I promise.”
“But how will I know when I find the one, Daddy?”
“That’s easy. He’ll be so over the moon in love with you that you won’t even question it.” He pointed to the illuminated ball in the sky that he referenced often. “You’ll be his moon chariot, his one true love. And he’ll be your forever moon, someone who will ground you so that you never have to search for another.”
The thought of having a love so transcendent hit me hard at that moment. “Like Selene and Endymion?” There are many versions of the Greek mythology story, but the one my father told me was about Endymion, The King of Elis, who was sentenced to eternal sleep as punishment for his sins. Only the goddess of the moon, Selene, had the power to awaken him.
“Yes, Sylvia. Just like that.”
Shaking thoughts of my father away, I decide it’s time to face the day. I take my time rolling out of bed and getting dressed. I’m not ready to see anyone just yet. I wasn’t blind to the wide eyes that kept darting to Kingston and me last night by the campfire or the hushed whispers that followed us when we left together. All I want to do today is ignore the world. I want to sit outside, where I can bask in some vitamin D and read, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
I pluck an unread novel from my corner bookshelf and take it down toward the lake where my hammock hangs between two trees. Besides my spot at the dock, this is my favorite place to spend my time off. It’s one of the only places where I can totally unwind, and Hope knows it. Not long after I’ve started reading, she’s bouncing over to me with a bright smile and coffee in hand.
“Figured you’d need this.” She winks then slips into my hammock with me. I hold the hot coffee steady while she wiggles her way beside me.
As soon as she’s seated and the hammock steadies, I take a sip. “You’re a good friend.”
She closes her eyes and gives me a satisfied smile. “I know, but I might have ulterior motives. I want the dirty deets of last night.”
I laugh. “I should have known.”
“C’mon, we can swap info. You tell me how much of a god Kingston Scott is in bed, and I’ll tell you all about how Vicky and her gaggle of followers reacted when you left the party last night.”
I bite down on my bottom lip, my curiosity actually making me ponder her offer. Then I shake my head. “I’m not going to give you details, but I will say… It was good.” Just thinking about last night makes my heart flip. “Really good.”
“The best you’ve ever had?” Hope asks.
I nod. “Oh, yes.” Then I frown as disappointment begins to cloud my memories. “He’s almost too good. You think a guy like Kingston has had a lot of experience?”
Hope turns her head to face me and gives me a knowing glance. “Do you really need me to answer that? Babe, it’s no secret he got around. But that was before you.”
A quick sarcastic laugh bursts from me. “Right. Before and after. He’s gone, remember? He got what he wanted. Did you know he was originally supposed to be here for a month?”
