Before The Moon Rises

She kicked free of her pants while he explored her stomach with his tongue, his hand followed the curve of her hip which arched in offering to him. He let his hand linger on her thigh until she opened for him. A slight resistance came when he dipped his head lower.

She eased back. Her eyes remained closed as he stroked his fingers over the thin material before removing it. Soft blonde curls covered her core. He smiled knowing she wasn’t a bottle blonde after all. No, there was nothing fake about this woman.

His woman!

Her hands tried tugging him up and away from her, but he wouldn’t have it. He needed to taste her. He kissed the inside of her thigh, the higher he moved the more she tugged him away. “Let me, Janet,” he told her, coaxing her thighs apart.

She stared at him, eyes wide with passion. “I’ve never, no one has ever.”

Smiling in surprise, he ogled at what he had every intention of having. “No one has done this to you before?”

“No, not that. Sex yes, but not...”

Max smiled in triumph, he’d had no illusions about her being a virgin, but to know he would give her a pleasure no one had given before gave making love to her a new light. Like a child staring at a massive birthday cake, Max could hardly wait to dig in.

Without asking, he stroked up one side of her folds with one long lap of his tongue. She groaned. Her head fell back on the bed.

He slid one finger into her moist heat. God, she was so ready, so hot. Max worried he would lose control.

Closer, he spread her open for his tongue to explore, to love. He found her sensitive nub and sucked it into his mouth. Her moan had him glancing up. Her arms stretched over her head, her hands held on to the post of his bed.

He dug in again this time moving back and forth until he felt her body rising to meet him.

“Oh, my...” he heard her cry. He stopped briefly to watch but her hands flew to his head guiding him back. “Don’t stop, please, Max.”

He gave in to her demands and continued the gentle pulls of her sex with his mouth until he felt her stiffen. Moving faster, he relished her release as if it was his own. Her cries came, not in hushed whispers but roars and groans. She shuddered all around him, giving him the gift of knowing he was the only one to have her in this way.

Max’s erection throbbed for release. He crawled up her body. Her smile gave him such pleasure.

“I had no idea it would be so amazing.”

“The men in your life were selfish.”

Her hands reached for him, stroked his length outside his jeans. “You’re ruining me for anyone else.”

“That’s the idea,” he said before taking her lips to his.

He helped her remove his pants. When she closed her hands around him, his moan rumbled deep within the back of his throat. “I can’t hold back much longer,” he groaned in her ear.

“Then don’t,” she told him.

Max reached over to his nightstand and quickly removed a small silver packet, making quick work of the condom. He moved to her side and nestled between her legs. Her hands guided him to her. “You’re huge.”

“The more to pleasure you with,” he said with a smile.

Keeping her eyes locked to his, he plunged into her with a moan. Her tight body molded to his, her muscles squeezed around him and her hips began to move. “Perfect. You are so perfect,” he exclaimed.

Their hearts beat in tandem, their breath merged. Like him, her body heated and rose higher and higher. Fingers dug into his back, raking his skin. She was close again, so close to the edge he held back, praying she would come quickly.

He felt her body shudder; her legs circled his hips. He caught her cries with his mouth until his body shattered in a million pieces. He called out her name in his release.

****

Curled up beside Max, Janet allowed her system to come down to earth. He had taken her higher than she could ever remember going. She knew they had chemistry, knew the sex would be astounding, but this was different. Together they were nothing short of spectacular.

“Humm,” she purred while his hand traveled up and down her back. “Let me know if I’m alive or dead.”

“Alive, most definitely, alive.” He kissed the top of her head, just as content to stay close to her as she was to him.

“I’m surprised there isn’t a harem of women in the wings, waiting for you to service them.”

His chest rumbled with laughter.

“I’ll bet you have a very full little black book.”

“I never understood the little black book theory. If a man can’t remember seven numbers to dial than the woman isn’t worth their time.”

“If there is more than one woman, it might get a little confusing. What happens if you dial Stephanie using Sally’s number?”

“Well, you’d better hope Stephanie and Sally are roommates.”

Janet slapped his chest. “You’re terrible.”

“I don’t know. The possibilities could be fun.”

She laughed in spite of his words. She wiggled out from under his arm and straddled his chest. “Well, I don’t have any roommates, and you better not call me by any other name than Janet.”

His eyes soaked her in, his playful expression changed. His hands moved to her waist and ran up her sides cupping her br**sts. “What about, lover?”

“That’s okay.” Janet held her breath while he pinched her ni**les. Her body responded and heat pooled between her legs.

“What about, gorgeous?”

“That’s fine too.” She felt him growing hard beneath her.

“What about, beautiful?”

“Okay, beautiful is good.”

He lifted her hips with little effort and placed her over his shaft. “What about, mine?”

Slowly he lowered her until he’d buried himself deep inside her once again.

“I like that!” Janet leaned over and started to move in rhythm with him. “Mine,” she called out.

His complete possession of her didn’t go un-noticed. As they rocked together, Max’s eyes captured hers. His playful banter slipped away and he replaced it with more depth and promise. Max’s gaze delivered a profound reaction from both her body and her heart. As her body clenched and tingled with building passion, so did her awareness. Their relationship was moving incredibly fast but Janet wanted nothing to do with slowing it down.

Chapter Six

Gorman crushed the paper with Philip O’Brien’s address in his hand before throwing it to the floor of his car. Waiting for her to check on the misbegotten cat was proving more than he could endure.