Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 132933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
I nod vigorously. “More, more, more.”
Donnelly carefully slips his fingers out of me. He sucks each one that’d been inside me while clutching my gaze, and the headiness kickstarts again, lighting me up.
“Question in Log 010,” he whispers. “Do all pussies taste this good on her planet?”
My heart flutters. When I skim my fingers across his shoulders, I see the cigarette burn mark on his collar.
Donnelly goes a little rigid. Worry is in his eyes, like maybe I’ll seriously pity him, but I know he’s not looking for sympathy.
I kiss it.
I lick around it.
“On my planet,” I say softly, “that’s what we do to help heal wounds. Should be all better now.”
He grins and then hovers over me, his hands flat on either side of my body. He touches the tip of his tongue with the tip of my tongue. It is a quiet promise. A silent promise.
One of love, I believe.
He reaches down. “I’m taking off her panties.” He slips the damp fabric off my legs, leaving me completely bare. He glances backwards, his eyes pinging towards my dresser, then the bathroom door. I’m guessing he’s contemplating a condom.
“I’m on birth control,” I whisper, wanting him to just stay.
He does, then narrates for the space log. “I’m stripping down.”
I watch as Donnelly rolls down the waistband of his boxer-briefs. Freeing his erection, his pierced, swollen head and thick length looks rock-hard, and I have the sudden urge to put my mouth around him.
But he’s already moving forward. His hand planted back at my shoulder. I grip his inked arm beside me. His other un-inked arm moves between us, lifting my hips a little bit, and then he’s kissing me again. Sensual, deep kisses that ache inside of me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Wanting to latch myself to his firm body.
He holds me against his glistening chest, sweat built between us. “Shit,” he groans against my mouth. “Luna. Luna.”
I need you.
I’ve wanted you.
The words are echoed off my body as I arch my hips towards Donnelly, as breathy cries tumble out of me, and like we were always supposed to connect, he just naturally rocks into me. A sharp breath escapes at the sudden fullness, and Donnelly clutches my cheek, checking my reaction before he thrusts with the start of an intense rhythm.
So intense that my plan to buck up into him is gone. I don’t need to do a thing as he fucks me like I’ve wanted to be fucked since I first lost my virginity.
He kisses me between the epic pounding, and my skin feels electric to the touch. Every simple thing feels on the verge of setting me off again. I cry each time he rocks in. Each time he draws further out. I can feel his piercings inside me, rubbing blissfully against sensitive points, magnifying my need and arousal.
He’s watching my lips, my breath, my eyes that flutter. I make a heady noise, and he groans and curses, “Fuck. Shit. Luna.” He slows, eking this out. “I’m inside her, and I don’t want to stop yet.”
Never do.
“It feels like I’m made for her.”
It feels like I’m made for him. He kisses me again, pressing me down into the mattress instead of holding me against him. With my legs bent and split even wider, he flexes into me, deeper this time, and my body moves with the rhythm of his thrusts.
I pretend we’re floating off the bed like in The Expanse. Gravity is gone.
My arms are curled around him, his hand secured underneath one of my legs, and I never ever want this to end. He laces our other fingers and lifts that arm over my head.
He’s so deep, and I lose breath as his pace overwhelms every sense, blood rushing out of my head, and I cry, “Donnelly! Fuck.” I moan. Tears leak out of my eyes.
He’s breathing heavier, his coarse groan igniting me. “Shit.”
My legs are quaking. He’s about to kiss me again, but his mouth opens into a deeper groan because I’m clenching around him. I’m seeing stars. Launched into another universe and my fingernails dig into his shoulders.
“Harder,” he chokes.
I bite his arm, and he groans, “Luna,” with more thrusts inside me, making my whole body shudder. The climax is drawn out into a thunderous wave of pleasure—our eyes fasten as Donnelly rocks forward into a bursting high.
I come into pure light, feeling him reach the pinnacle with me, and as we descend together, we catch our breaths, and he stays still, not pulling out yet.
His hand returns to my cheek. “You okay?”
I nod, my pulse still having trouble slowing. “Are you?”
He grins a sweaty, hot post-sex grin. “The best I’ve ever been. How was it?” He seems confident, already knowing.
There are so many ways to describe the epic feeling of finally having sex with Donnelly, but all I can say is, “It was everything. You’ve sent me to the moon. More than once.”