Moonstone: Gems of Wolfe Island One

Before I have the chance, though he rises, turns me toward the bed, and gently lays me on it, my feet dangling over the side. Then he spreads my legs. “So beautiful.” He breathes in.

Then his tongue is on me, and I grasp his bedspread in my fists. He licks me, explores me, gently and then not so gently. But all of it—every bit of it—is bringing me closer and closer and closer to the brink.

“I could eat you for hours,” he says against my thigh before diving back in.

I’ve never experienced anything quite like this. Sure, I’ve had oral sex, although not a lot of it. Very little of it on the island, actually. Most of those men were eager to receive oral but not so eager to give it.

I wash the thought away from my mind. I don’t want to poison this time with Luke.

He swirls his tongue over my clit, around my folds, and then pushes it inside me. I warm all over. My nipples are so hard, and my entire body is ready to erupt in flames.

“Please, Luke. Please…”

“Just tell me what you want, baby.” He nips at my clit once more.

And that’s all it takes. I shudder into an orgasm. An amazing and beautiful orgasm, and I open my eyes. I open my eyes and look into his while he’s milking the orgasm out of me.

Ecstasy courses through me, but it’s not enough. Never enough. I won’t be truly full until he’s inside me. Until we’re joined as a couple, joined not only in body but in heart and soul.

I never believed in soulmates. Not even before the island, but I’m challenging that belief now. How else could Luke and I have fallen so quickly and so hard for each other?

“Come again,” Luke commands. He dives back into my pussy, this time adding a finger, drilling into me and finding that elusive spot that I’ve heard of before but never experienced.

It’s new. It’s different. And it sends me reeling.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. I want you to come and come and come.”

I close my eyes once more, as the pink cloud of passion envelops me, takes me higher and higher. Intensity rattles through me like a pinball, ricocheting here, there, and everywhere and then landing back between my legs.

He continues drilling his finger into me, continuous licking and sucking me, and I explode, again…again…again…

I ache to lift my hips, but with my dangling feet not touching the floor, I cannot. I do my best to grind into him, to show him how much he’s pleasing me.

And he continues. He continues, and when I’m finally coming down from one more orgasm, he rips his mouth from my pussy and flips me over onto my stomach.

“Such a beautiful ass,” he says. And then he slides his tongue between my cheeks.

I shudder. Shudder as if I’m alone in a cold forest. Except I’m not alone, and I’m not cold. I like what he’s doing, which surprises me.

I erase all the images that want to come hurtling into my mind about how I’ve been violated in this place.

That’s not me anymore. It will always be a part of me, but right now, right here, it has no bearing.

He ends up back at my pussy, though, perhaps sensing that I’m not ready to explore any back door activities. He sucks on me, bringing me to yet another orgasm, and—

The zing of his zipper, the rip of a condom packet—

And he’s inside me. Finally. Easing that emptiness that has become a plague to my existence.

He thrusts hard. Hard. And then harder still.

No gentle love like that first time. He’s making good on his promise to fuck me, and I’m loving it. Absolutely loving it.

I gasp with each thrust, but in a good way. I want him to take what he needs, and I want to always give it.

“God, Katelyn.” He rams into me again and again.

“Luke! Luke, feels so good!”

“Yeah, baby. You like it? You like it when I fuck you?”

“God, yes.” I grab the bedspread, pull it toward me, move my hips as best I can to meet his thrusts.

“Yeah, come on baby. Love this. Love you. God, have to come. I want to come inside you. Make you mine.”

“I’m yours. Already yours, Luke.”

And with those words from my lips, he pushes into me one last time, and he releases. So in tune to his body am I that I feel every contraction.

Mine. Mine. Mine. His voice with each pulse of his cock.

Mine. Mine. Mine. I say back to him.

And I know I’ll never love this way again.

44

Luke

Perfection.

I’ve now experienced complete perfection. Being one with Katelyn. It’s so much more than sex, even more than making love.

It goes further than the ecstasy of the act, the passion of our love. It’s the earth moving beneath us. Because of us.