Blame It on the Moon

by Shara Lanel

  “Mm.” He took that as a satisfied moan and not one of pain. Encouraged, he pressed his hips into her body. She moaned again. More importantly, she lifted her hips to help out.

  Blame It on the Moon

  Chapter Seven

  Okay, Haden was heavy, but the sofa cushions beneath her were soft. Kit basked in the man’s heat and weight. She was carried away by his slow, thoughtful kisses, but it was his mind that melted her, since he anticipated the rest of the evening and what they’d do once they were naked. Kit wanted to rush him along to the naked part, but he seemed quite content to nibble at her lips and delve deep into her mouth. His hard shaft rubbed her pants, which in turn rubbed her clit. Agonizing temptation! It was enough to feel good, but not to satisfy. She widened her legs to wrap around his thighs and rocked her pelvis. To keep her hands occupied, she ran them down his back until she could cup his firm ass. Now he was doing the moaning instead of her.

  And the pictures in his mind! Pictures of his hand inside her panties, his fingers moving, as he watched her face for a reaction.

  “Do that to me,” she said.

  “Do what?”

  “Your hand in my pants.”

  He pulled back a little, his expression puzzled. “It’s like you read my mind.”

  “Um…”

  His frown turned to a grin. “But I’m happy to oblige.”

  He rotated off of her just enough to unsnap her jeans and pull the zipper down. She viewed her reaction through his eyes. Her mouth looked puffy and her lashes drooped low. Her cheeks were flushed and her blouse was cockeyed, but she knew he found that erotic.

  She helped him wriggle her pants down her hips just enough so he could slip his hand inside the waistband of her panties. Biting her lower lip, she closed her eyes and savored the feel of his fingers slipping along her stomach, but she could still see herself as he saw her: ready for pleasure. His fingers moved through the curls on her mound and lower as his palm created a light, entrancing pressure. One of his fingers traced around her clit, slid lower through her dampness, until it circled the mouth of her vagina. She sucked in her breath and held it so that nothing distracted from the pleasure messages jetting to her brain. Oh, that felt…sinful!

  “Breathe,” Haden whispered, and she exhaled slowly. She supposed she’d need oxygen for her upcoming exertions.

  When Haden pictured Kitty without her shirt, she slowly lifted the fabric higher and higher, opening her eyes to watch his expression as more and more skin was revealed. The fabric bunched under her arms, but she was too preoccupied with his thumb tapping her clit to bother taking it all the way off. When she could breathe again, she reached for her bra clasp between her breasts and unhooked it, brushing it away from her sensitive nipples. She saw her rosy nipples through his eyes and caught his thought: Beautiful. When he visualized her pinching her own nipples with her fingers, she gasped. He’d like that, watching her touch herself, pleasure herself? It was in his mind. She was tempted to try it out, but should she? She’d been mirroring his thoughts exactly. Would he find it too spooky if she kept doing it?

  Two of Haden’s fingers thrust into her vagina, distracting her. It had been a long time, and she was tight. Too tight? Kit tensed a bit, but then he poked his fingers deep and spread them apart. Oh, no, just right. They bent, thrust, and wriggled inside her, one rubbing her G-spot, a spot she’d almost forgotten she had. The pleasure fanned out, intense and deep.

  Kitty gripped the couch fabric and twisted, her breath shallow and fast. “Ah, don’t stop!”

  “I won’t.”

  His palm rubbed against her clit as he fucked her with his hand. She listened to the slurping sounds, thinking she should feel embarrassed, but she was too occupied by her current bliss.

  Follow your bliss ‑‑ wasn’t that the saying?

  Why not try the nipple pinch thing? She slowly, thoughtfully caressed the undersides of her breasts with her palms, then pressed her thumb and forefinger around each nipple, squeezing and releasing. She bit her lip, stifling a gasp brought on by the instant pleasure and a sudden release of cream between her legs. Could Haden feel that? He watched her as if he’d never seen anything so erotic in his whole life, so she pinched harder and added a little twist. She couldn’t contain her moan.

  “How does it feel?” Haden asked, his voice ragged.

  “So good.” She was almost afraid to admit how good.

  “It doesn’t hurt when you twist them like that?”

  She shook her head and did it again, wondering how to describe the sensation. “It’s just short of pain. Makes it intense.”

  “I could watch you all night. I’m so hard.” Which was obvious since his cock pushed against her thigh insistently, but instead of rushing her onto other things, he thrust his fingers deep once again.

  Coming off of a moan, Kit asked, “Do you want to taste?” She lifted her breasts in offering.

  “Oh, yeah.”

  He pushed himself down the couch a bit more, so that his cheek was on her left shoulder. She settled her breast near his mouth and watched as his tongue came out to taste the pink tip.

  She reveled in the pleasure ‑‑ both his and hers ‑‑ rushing over and through her, both tactile and mental. His mouth captured the nipple completely, sucked it in, and she tasted what he was tasting, smelled her sweat and arousal in a way she’d never imagined. His teeth tapped the sides, then he sucked again, creating very intense sensations. Her body responded by tightening all the way down to her womb. Haden closed his eyes as he sucked, and she was transported into his mind, where he fought a war with patience. His tongue pressed her nipple against his teeth and licked from side to side, and she knew he was concentrating on how to move his tongue, when to suck. But he was conscious of the heaviness of his cock and how it felt each time Kit moved her thigh up or down. And, oh God, he wanted to fuck her. Concentrate on her taste: salty and sweet. He felt the beats of her heart in his mouth. Then he increased the suction, taking more of the surrounding breast into his mouth, he listened for her gasp.

  Kit ran her fingers through his hair and stroked his cheek, willing him to never stop. Never, never, never stop. This was a new kind of intimacy. Instead of his thoughts intruding on her pleasure, they increased it. Her womb tightened, her vagina clenched, and she pressed her legs against the couch.

  She’d never known a man to spend so much time on one breast, savoring. Words like sweet and succulent floated through his mind. Her sex smells so hot. He pictured sucking his fingers and tasting her juices. At long last, he opened his eyes and sought out the other breast. His clothed thigh crossed hers, and his cock moved up and down on her hip. Once he had the other breast in his mouth, he closed his eyes again. Kit’s other arm now had more access to his back, so she stroked it, willing herself to ride the wave of pleasure and not think.

  Finally he lifted his head and looked at her. “I have to taste your cunt.”

  A man had never used such raw words around her before, but she liked it. It fit the experience. She nodded, eager to experience what she’d been fantasizing about since she’d met him.

  He yanked her pants and underwear to her knees, then pulled them off completely. He was past patience. He knelt beside the couch and used his hands to widen her legs and lift her butt as he slid her toward the edge. Then he buried his face in her curls. No tentativeness. His whole mouth, warm and wet, covered her clit, drawing a gasp from her. As his tongue swirled everywhere, her nerve endings flung “Oh, my God” signals to every part of her being.

  Kit closed her eyes, completely lost in her body. She no longer saw Haden’s thoughts. She didn’t worry about awkwardness, ugliness, or any of the other issues that often cropped into her mind during sex. She was simply present in the pleasure. It was easy, because Haden never once seemed impatient, even in his own thoughts. His fantasies about what was to come seemed to tie into the present moment, and it all aroused him.

  But the next thing he did was too much for her. With his
tongue, he pressed her clit against his teeth, and her body contracted tighter and tighter. A slick texture, then something rougher ‑‑ teeth to tongue. His tongue moved left and right, harder and softer. Then there was tight, almost painful suction. She’d never had her clit sucked that way before. She pressed her palms against the couch, feeling the pleasure in her womb coil tighter until…an explosion of stars, rainbows…goddamn great fucking feeling…followed by complete relaxation.

  Kitty didn’t even have the strength to say thank you. She was gelatin. An amoeba.

  Haden sat back and lifted his shirt over his head. He used it to clean his face and fingers. Then she noticed his shit-eating grin. “Liked that, did you?” he said, and his thoughts were smug and satisfied with his manly prowess. His thoughts were also on the extreme pain in his cock and how, if he didn’t get to fuck her soon, he was going to die.

  She plopped her arm off the side of the couch, amazed at her ability to lay spread out before this man while she was half clothed and gooey. “Uh-huh.”

  “Would you like to check out the bedroom now?”

  “Uhn.” Coherent words and thoughts were not possible.

  “How about if I carry you?”

  He didn’t wait for an answer, all thoughts on what he was going to do to her on the bed as he scooped her up without a grunt ‑‑ he was an amazingly strong man ‑‑ and hauled her to the back of the house.

  * * * * *

  “So what’s in that room?” Kit asked once she was standing again. The velvety, taupe carpet nearly swallowed her small feet. Haden had pointed out the bathroom, noting that it, too, had been remodeled and had a whirlpool tub big enough for two. Then he’d gestured to the second door and said, “Walk-in closet. Enter at your own risk.” But he’d ignored the third door, the one to the left, half hidden by a workout contraption.

  “My office.” His terse voice and the twitch in his eye implied that there was more to the story, though. Weird. Usually home offices were full of mundane bills, take-home work, and things to be avoided as long as possible. The image in his mind didn’t clarify the eye twitch, since he was picturing a basic computer desk topped with a computer and walls covered in some kind of cushioning. Soundproofing, maybe? Perhaps he had a hobby creating techno music? If so, why be embarrassed to tell her? Maybe the music was awful.

  “Okay,” Kit said slowly, wondering if she should pry. Bad idea. Prying would ruin the mood, and she wanted to try out the tub. “So I could probably use a bit of washing, don’t you think?”

  That distracted him pronto. He grinned. “Absolutely. Wait until you see this thing. Top o’ the line.”

  Haden tugged her into the bathroom and turned on the water. Once the tub was filled a couple of inches above the jets, he cranked them up. Steam roiled off the surface and fogged the large framed mirror over the double sinks. Kit waited for Haden to strip off his shirt before she followed suit. She resisted the urge to cross her arms over her breasts and took his hand so he could help her up the tiled steps. How she could still feel self-conscious after what they’d done on the couch, she couldn’t say.

  “Oh, my God, this is sensational! I want one of these at my house. I had no idea.” She leaned back into a body-shaped curve and closed her eyes. Water pulsed against her lower back, under her knees, and bubbled up against the back of her neck. She was too enthralled with the tickling, throbbing sensation to pay attention to Haden, but she saw herself in his thoughts and realized he had things on his mind besides relaxing bubbles.

  Skin brushed against her leg, and she opened her eyes to find Haden moving closer, a bit like Jaws. Okay, Jaws wasn’t a sexy image, but Haden was. His shoulders glistened, and recessed lights along the tiled backsplash cast shadows on the hard planes of his chest. The water swirled around his waist and forearms as he leaned in to kiss her. He lingered there, slowly exploring her mouth while the bubbles tingled against her private places.

  When he pulled away from her mouth, he layered kisses on her cheek and tucked wet strands of hair behind her ear so he could kiss her lobe. Then he whispered, “I want to fuck you this time.”

  Zings shot straight to the tips of her breasts. Oh, yeah, she wanted him inside her. In fact, his cock hid just under the surface of the water. She brought her hands together, found it, and slickly stroked it. His cock was long and heavy. She explored the silky head with one palm while caressing his balls with the other. Haden closed his eyes and relaxed more on his knees. Encouraged by the erotic images in his head, Kit leaned forward and licked a stream of water on his chest. Another drop of water shone on one of his flat nipples, so she licked that too.

  “Will you suck me?” he asked, his breath hot on her ear.

  “Yes.”

  “Lean back, get comfy.”

  She did, noting his shy grin. He maneuvered his body up until she had a perfect view of his shaft, of the vein that ran from tip to base, of the slight variations in skin tone. She wrapped both hands around him and guided him into her mouth. This was definitely the way to give a blowjob, Jacuzzi jets playing with her body while she played with his. Once she was comfortable with his size in her mouth, he allowed himself to thrust gently. She traced the bulge of the vein with her tongue and tasted the small slit where precum had already released.

  She saw herself reflected in his mind, and her whole body loosened in response. Her mouth was wide open and accepting. When the head touched the back of her mouth, she swallowed and sucked. When he pulled back out some, she licked. He found his own rhythm, and she followed, thinking only of his pleasure, because knowing she pleased him was the strongest aphrodisiac.

  He combed fingers through her hair and smoothed her brow with his thumb.

  “Honey, this feels so good,” he said.

  She smiled around his cock.

  “Are you okay? Would you mind if I went faster, deeper, maybe?”

  She released him for a moment to answer. “Do what feels good. I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.”

  And she took him in her mouth again, amazed at herself. Giving head was not her favorite thing. Some guys tasted funny, and some guys were so oblivious, they’d gag her and keep right on going. But with Haden the whole experience was an extreme turn-on. In fact, she decided to touch herself with one hand while using the other to stroke his balls, which swung as he moved. Noises came from his throat, and she knew his eyes were still on her, because that’s all that was in his mind, just pictures of her lips, her cheeks sucking in, his cock going in and out of her mouth, his hands in her hair.

  His increased thrust caused her to gag a bit, and he stopped immediately, but then she relaxed her throat and let him go deeper.

  “Kitty, you are so hot.”

  With her thumb, she rubbed the space just above her clit, while her middle finger stroked up and down next to it. She was so close to coming. Of course, she might bite him if she did, but the water and the pressure and the taste…she might not be able to stop herself.

  Luckily, Haden pulled out with a little popping sound.

  “Out,” he ordered. “Towels.”

  As if she weighed nothing, he lifted her, dripping, onto the tile floor and wrapped her in a fuzzy bath sheet. He followed suit, and she took the time to admire his muscled thighs, strong but lean. His impatience was obvious as he swung her into his arms, towel and all, and stalked into the bedroom. She squeaked at the abrupt treatment, but was secretly thrilled. There was something about knowing she’d brought a man so close to orgasm that he reverted to caveman mode. It made her feel powerful.

  Haden’s bed had black iron grills at both ends and iron posts that reached up to a square canopy frame. Haden had left the frame empty, which seemed more masculine to Kit. She liked it. The walls were painted in broad stripes of beige and brown. Very tasteful. He yanked back the bedspread with one hand while Kit clung to his neck, then he said, “Let go,” and deposited her in the center of the king-size mattress, leaning over her menacingly.

  “Ooh, silk.” Kit
petted the fabric underneath her. It was a rich chocolate color.

  Haden didn’t seem to care about the silk. “Give me your towel.”

  “Yes, sir.” She’d apparently reduced his vocabulary, eliminating please and thank you. Interesting. He tossed the towels on a rack near the bathroom door, then opened the nightstand drawer. His movements were fluid, but tense, impatient. He was focused on one thing only, and that one thing had Kit torn between nervousness and excitement. His penis had remained hard through all of this, so she mused on its thickness and length. It would fill her up, no doubt, and it had been so long since she’d had actual sex that it would likely be very tight. Too tight? She was so wet, that it shouldn’t matter, and he’d loosened her up a bit with his fingers earlier. Besides, she could deal with a little soreness later if it meant heaven now.

  Haden ripped open a condom package. Then he looked at her. “Would you like to do the honors?” His momentary grin kept him from sounding like an egomaniac.

  “Sure.” He joined her on the bed on his knees. She pinched the tip of the condom as she’d learned long ago during sex ed, then placed it gently on the head of his cock. He inhaled suddenly, and she rolled the latex down his length. His eyes grew feral. He prowled closer, and she drew back until her head reached a pillow. He spread her legs none too gently.

  This is it.

  Kit didn’t know if that was Haden’s thought or her own, but she agreed wholeheartedly. The anticipation was killing her. His biceps strained, and his stomach muscles tightened as he entered her slowly. She felt stretched almost to the point of pain.

  “You’re so tight. Do you need me to stop?”

  “No. It’s just been a while.” He pushed in further. Kit was conscious not only of the man above her, but of her own breasts, touched by cool air, of her legs spread wide, of her hands digging into the sheets. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, feeling each inch of him descend into her body. Their hips touched as she sheathed him completely. She lifted her hands to his biceps and rubbed them as she arched her hips and encouraged him to thrust deeper.