Come Moonrise by Lucy Monroe Page A

She tried to pour the love she
felt for him through her lips into his mouth, not ready to give
vent to the words in intimacy. She moved on to taste the scratchy
surface of his unshaven jaw.
    He was salty and yummy and everything in
between. Her mouth slid to first one ear and then across his face
to the other, tasting as she went, before traveling down his
neck.
    "You taste special...like nothing else on
earth."
    He said nothing, but she hadn’t expected him
too. If it felt half as good for him as it had for her, he would be
incapable of speech.
    She moved down his body, licking the salty
sweat from his chest and then gently biting the small, but hard
nubs of his male nipples. She went around to his back and continued
her tasting and touching journey, her breathing growing rapid again
as her fingers traced the well developed muscles of his back.
    When she came around to the front and
dropped to her knees, he made a keening sound that sent shivers
between her legs.
    She kissed his shaft, amazed at the size and
heat of it.
    "Take me in your mouth," he demanded.
    " Yes ." She opened her lips wide and
took him inside.
    His hips surged forward and he hit the back
of her throat. She tried not to gag, but he was big and she wasn’t
used to this. She pressed against his hips until he let her set the
depth and pace. She could taste herself on him and she’d never done
that before either. It was strange and yet very exciting...more
intimate than anything she’d ever known.
    Pre-ejaculate slid across her tongue and its
salty sweetness surprised her too. She’d never liked giving head
with the one lover she’d had, but she liked this.
    She used to think she hated the taste of a
man’s come, but she wouldn’t mind him exploding in her mouth.
    Ty had other ideas. He pushed her head away
and lifted her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him
and then moaned brokenly as he surged inside of her swollen and
hyper sensitive passage.
    He made love to her more gently this time,
his thrusts tender and measured, as if he was prolonging their
pleasure. She couldn’t believe his stamina, that not only hadn’t he
come yet, but that he could maintain the pace when another man
would have been passed out from exhaustion by now.
    Not to mention the fact that he was holding
her up like she weighed no more than a toddler and at
five-foot-eight, she was no lightweight.
    He stopped thrusting to step back and move
toward the bed. "I need to be on top of you."
    "Yes." She didn’t know why, but that seemed
right.
    Perfect, even.
    He managed to get them both on the bed
without breaking their intimate connection as he came down on top
of her, his body completely surrounding her.
    Their lovemaking took on a surreal property
as he coaxed her to more orgasms without taking his own pleasure.
When he finally came, she was a limp, sweaty bundle of pulsing
nerve endings under him.
    He howled again, this time longer and louder
than the last.
    The sound brought answering whimpers of
pleasure from her throat and she reached up to brush his throat
where the sound vibrated against her fingertips.
    She loved this. Loved him, probably more
than he would ever know or accept.
    Afterward, to her delight, they cuddled
together on the bed and slipped into an exhausted sleep.
    He woke her three more times to make love,
once at sunrise.
    She was so tired and sated that she allowed
him to do it all that time and found a peculiar pleasure in her
exhaustion based submission. He seemed to like it too, praising her
body and her response to him with words she’d never thought to hear
coming from his mouth.
    She came awake later curled up under a
single quilt and toasty warm. The other side of the bed was empty,
but Ty’s scent and the fragrance from their lovemaking lingered. He
must have gotten up to stoke the fire in the stove. The bedroom was
certainly warm enough.
    Her gaze flicked to the window. She couldn’t
believe he’d had it open last night. The storm was