Moonstone: Gems of Wolfe Island One

“And I…”

“What? What do you want, baby?”

“I want you to fuck me, Luke. And I want to fuck you. I want to suck your cock. I want to take your big hard dick between my lips and suck it all the way back to my throat.”

I growl. A pure animal growl. It rumbles from my chest out my throat before I even know it’s coming. This is Katelyn. My sweet Katelyn. She just talked dirty to me, and it is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

“We’ll do it all,” I tell her. “Everything you want and everything I want. I promise.”

“Please…”

“You don’t have to say please.”

“I mean please… I need you…inside me. I want you too… I want to feel your mouth on me, Luke. I want to feel your tongue slide into me. I want so much. So much that I never experienced from someone I love and who loves me.”

Her words strike me. Sadden me. All those times I’ve done these things, and I truly thought I was loving the woman I was with. I know now that I was mistaking my need for control with love.

No more.

This time I know what love feels like, and I know how it feels to give it and to receive it.

“I’ll do everything we both want,” I promise. “I wish there were more hours in the day to love you.”

“Luke, we have all the time in the world.”

I don’t reply. I don’t tell her she’s wrong. I don’t tell her that once I go back to LA, my life is undoubtedly over. Instead I say nothing. I touch her cheek, thumb her beautiful lower lip.

Is there any harm in letting her think we have all the time in the world?

Probably, but I want her happy at this moment. I don’t want anything tainting what is between us, at least not in her mind. Not yet.

I crush my mouth to hers, diving between her open lips with my tongue and taking her in a raw and passionate kiss. Our lips slide together as we both moan into each other’s mouths. Kissing Katelyn… Nothing like it. Nothing like it in the world. It’s like kissing a woman for the very first time and being kissed for the very first time. I could kiss her for hours. Kissing with her is almost as good as the entire act with anyone else.

But I don’t have hours. She may think I do, but I don’t.

Still… I give myself to the kiss. A few moments won’t hurt. Won’t matter. I’ll still have time to take her, use her, love her in every way possible.

It is Katelyn who deepens the kiss. She presses her body into mine, until we’re as close together as we can possibly be. We kiss, and we kiss, and we kiss, until—

She trails her fingers over my arm, down to my hand, and places it between her legs.

She’s still wearing her pants, but I rub the palm of my hand against her clit.

A soft moan escapes her, vibrates through her, and I swear I feel it against the palm of my hand.

I break the kiss. “Katelyn, tell me what you want.”

“I already told you.”

“Tell me again. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I want you to eat me.” She giggles nervously, her cheeks and neck beautifully pink. The color travels to the tops of her breasts, and her nipples stick out like hard berries.

I rub against her softly. “I want to eat you. I want to slide my tongue up your pussy. I want to eat you till you scream. Until you’re holding my hair and screaming in ecstasy.”

“Please,” she says. “All of that. Please.”

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Katelyn

So safe. I feel so safe with Luke, in his arms. I’m asking for things I never dreamed I could put into words, but with Luke? He’ll keep me safe.

He unclicks the snap on my pants, unzips the zipper slowly, brushes them down my ankles. I kick off my pumps, and step out of my pants, and now only my lace panties separate me from my heart’s desire.

“You’re so beautiful,” Luke says. He touches between my legs, rubbing me through the thin fabric.

Already I know I’m soaked, and I know he feels the moistness. I wrap my arms around his neck. “Please…”

He kneels before me. Then he places his hands on my hips and slowly slides the panties over my thighs until they are on the floor. He touches his nose to my mound and inhales. “So sweet. You smell so sweet, Katelyn.”

I close my eyes. I inhale, but of course I don’t smell anything. At least I don’t smell myself. Luke’s smell permeates this apartment. His woodsy, piney smell.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too.” My eyes still closed.

I gasp then. His tongue is on my clit. Just gently, circling gently, but I’m ready to grab his hair with my hands and grind into him.