They looked into each other’s eyes, and she kept her gaze locked on his while she lowered herself down onto his cock, wanting to see every shade of sensation and emotion as it flicked across the expressive movie screen of his eyes.
Luna drew in a massive breath and then exhaled slowly, drinking in the kaleidoscope of sensations rocketing through her body as Connor filled her up. His strong hands circled her hips and then guided their speed and rhythm as she moved up and down on him.
Her inner walls grabbed at him as she bounced, and she dug her fingers into his shoulders for leverage. She hung on tight, moving up and down slowly at first but quickly building speed.
“God, you look good.”
He spat the words out as if he had no control of them, like they were escaping from his throat on their own.
He leaned forward and captured first one of her breasts, then the other in his mouth as she moved up and down, his sweat-slicked chest pressed tight against her belly, building friction as they moved together.
Luna could feel every tiny bit of it. Every single place that their skin was in contact, she was hyperaware of even the smallest movements.
He threw his head back and she could see that he was getting ready to climax. To her surprise, she found that—despite already having climbed that mountain twice in a relatively short amount of time—she was ready to go again. In fact, she already felt it building deep in her belly.
It was seeing that he was close, that was what did it. They were connected on a cosmic level, one which went way beyond physical, and their lovemaking was so multilayered and entwined that her pleasure was wrapped up in so much more than just what “felt good.”
If she brought him pleasure, that was what felt good. If she was able to satisfy him on a deep level...again, that was what felt good.
So, now, to see that he was about to experience the ultimate culmination of the pleasure that her body was bringing to him...that was enough to bring her to the brink of feeling that pleasure herself.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him as he groaned deeply. She could feel every muscle in his body tremble and clench, and she knew that this was it.
That knowledge was enough to send her rocketing over the edge right along with him, and she snaked her arms around his neck and pressed her cheek to his hair, breathing in his scent as deeply as she could.
She wanted him as close to her as she was able to get him. Pressed against her. Inside her. No barriers at all between the two of them.
Fuck, if they’d somehow been able to metaphysically blend into one being at that moment, if that was possible and was somehow being put on the table as an option, she wasn’t entirely sure that she wouldn’t have agreed to it right then, in the heat of passion.
As soon as the dizziness in her whirling head had subsided long enough for her to get her bearings, she rolled back over onto her own seat and bent down to fish her jeans and underwear off of the floor of the car.
She pulled them up her legs and wriggled into them with considerably more awkward wrangling than she remembered when sliding them off.
She smiled to herself. Yeah. Just another example of how memory can be a lying little bitch.
As she struggled to get her shoes back on her feet, Connor said, “Hey, Luna?”
She turned around from her bent over position and looked at him as her fumbling fingers did their best to tie her sneakers in the dark.
“Yeah?”
He grinned. “We really do need to try this in a bed sometime.”
Chapter 21
Connor
The strains of Tamia’s “So Into You” filled the empty dining room of Main Street Eats. The minute he and Luna had locked the door after the last customer, he’d turned on the Bluetooth speaker she’d given him as an early Christmas gift and put his playlist on shuffle. Cleaning the restaurant up to music had become a fun nightly routine that they shared.
Tonight, though, he was a little blown away. It felt significant that the first song the shuffle feature chose, out of the thousands available to it, was one of “their” songs from back in the day. He didn’t want to read too much into it - hell, he didn’t even know if she remembered it as one of their songs. But, to him, it felt like it meant something.
He shook his head. It had been a long day, as had the day before. In fact, he and Luna were now at the end of a string of long days, with a string of them out ahead. And he’d never been happier. Spending this time with her, regardless of the punishing hours and grueling work, was the most fulfilled he’d felt in years.
Just the simple fact that it felt so good made it tempting to push her, pressure her into giving him some kind of clarity as far as what the future might hold. But he resisted that urge. As tough as it was not to give in, he wouldn’t let himself. He’d resolved to just enjoy what time they had together without ruining it by overanalyzing, and damn it, that was what he was determined to do.
And then a song like “So Into You” came on shuffle. Damn you, fate! Help a brother out.
He pulled out the broom and started to sweep, not giving any indication that the song meant anything special. She pulled out a rag and ran it across the counter, equally void of any indications that she recognized the music.
They went on like that through the first verse, but by the middle of the chorus, he heard her singing along. It was soft, but perceptible. He had to smile. She was so damn cute.
He started to sing along, too, and she looked up to meet his eyes. They shared a smile, and he set the broom aside and held out his hand to her. She abandoned the rag and came over to him, stepping into the circle of his arms.
They stayed like that, swaying slowly to the music in a perfectly retro slow dance, until the song was over. Then through the next, and the one after that. Even though those songs that weren’t exactly perfect for slow dancing, it was like they had an unspoken agreement to ignore the tempo and just keep on swaying and holding each other.
The fourth song that came on was a metal number with a driving beat, which was what it finally took to shatter the magic bubble. Luna drew back, her eyes dark and intense, and said, “Hey. Help me check something in the back room, will you?”
Weirdly abrupt transition, but cool.
He followed her into the storeroom and she immediately turned around when they got there, launching herself into his arms and raising her lips to his. He might’ve been slow to catch on to what was happening when she asked him to come back there, but as soon as he realized what the deal was, he was all over it.
He thrust his tongue into her eager mouth, kissing her with all the pent-up passion that had built up over all the days of working there together, side by side. All the long hours had built up a well of arousal that he’d had no outlet for until that kiss, and he put it all into the movement of his lips against hers.
Abruptly, she dropped to her knees in front of him. She freed his cock without hesitation, and before he knew it, she had her lips around the tip, then was sliding her mouth down his shaft. She bobbed her head up and down, up and down, again and again.
Swirling her tongue around him, she looked up and met his eyes. He tangled his fingers into her hair. He loved the control he had over the rhythm when he did that. The thing he loved the most, though, was the eye contact. It made everything feel just a little edgier, more heightened, than it would’ve otherwise.