Page 43 of For Puck's Sake
“You’re beautiful, Luna.” I don’t hide the awe and reverence in my voice. I want her to know with every word, every touch, how much she is cherished and loved. I let my hands roam, needing to touch every inch of her. Cupping her ass, squeezing and kneading her flesh, I pull her closer.
“I need you,” Brea mutters against my parted lips, our breaths mingle together as we both suck air into our oxygen-deprived lungs.
“You have me,” I say as I slide my fingers up her arousal-soaked thighs, following the trail all the way up to her eager, wet pussy. I flick her clit with my thumb, watching her response. She moans, head tossed back.
“Ridley,” she begs, the sound of my name, the pleading in her tone, only makes the delay much sweeter.
“Look at how wet you are for me, Luna. Did sucking my cock do this to you, Angel?” I ask, already knowing her answer as I dip two fingers inside her, fucking her slowly.
“Yes, Ridley, yes!” she replies as she rides my fingers. Oh no, Angel not like this. I pull my fingers out of her quickly, ignoring her cries of protest. Wrapping my hand around her waist, I liftmy hips and slide her down on my aching dick inch by inch, both of us groaning in pleasure until she’s fully seated.
“Fuck, you feel good, Luna,” I say, taking her mouth again as I began to rock into her. My thrusts are brutal, holding nothing back. Brea meets me stroke for stroke, rolling her hips, up and down, back and forth, moans and groans, skin slapping against skin. The windows fog, the SUV rocks, the sounds of our lovemaking echoes around us, and the smell of sex mixed with our combined scents is heady and overwhelming.
Taking her lace covered nipple into my mouth, I suck and bite the sensitive bud, switching back and forth between the two like a starving man. “Ridley! God! Oh, god!” Brea cries, dropping her head on my shoulder, grinding down on my dick.
“Such a good girl, Angel. Take what you need, use me,” I praise her as I lick her sweat drenched skin with my tongue, groaning from the sweet taste. Reaching down, I find her clit, circling it with my thumb as I pick up the pace, pounding into her.
“Ridley!” she shouts. “I’m gonna. . . I’m gonna cum, baby”
“Cum for me, Angel. Cum all over my dick, drench me in your essence, baby,” I croon, pinching her clit between my fingers. “Cum, now!”
Brea screams, biting down on my shoulder as she cums, back arching, body trembling, she sobs as I continue to work her clit. Tingles shoot up and down my spine and I know I’m not far behind her as I thrust once, twice, three times, crying out her name as I spill inside her.
“I love you,” Brea says, whispering in the now quiet car.
Kissing the top of her head, I whisper back, “I love you more.”
Once back on the road, we continue our drive, climbing higher up the mountains. Coldplay plays on the radio, and I do my best Chris Martin impression, making Brea laugh with every poorly delivered note I sing. We drive, her hand in mine,stopping to admire the views, taking photos, making memories. We drive, going nowhere in particular, getting lost as the miles stretch out ahead of us.
No destination needed, my home, my moon, my true north, my future, sits right beside me in the passenger seat. Life can’t get any better than this, for puck’s sake.
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