Davis, Liz - Slivers of Moonlight (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Liz Davis

  He continued the tease until he was certain that she could handle no more, and then he began suckling the pebble-hard flesh. The feel of his warm mouth sealed against her breast felt divine, and her body tensed from the ministrations of his talented tongue. After sucking her right nipple to an achingly hard point, he gave the same attention to her left one.

  By the time he released her nipple from his mouth, Maya was trapped in a lust-filled daze, and the spot between her legs was begging to be pleasured. As Evan gazed up at her, she saw that his warm brown eyes were filled with deep arousal. His stiff penis pressed urgently against the lips of her pussy, and her inner muscles gave a clench in anticipation.

  Her hips shifted unconsciously, and a rush of warmth spread through her body. His palms slid along the curve of her hips, traveling lower until they reached her legs. Maya loved the way that he looked at her, as if she were some thing of great beauty that he couldn’t stop admiring. He seemed to really like touching her thighs because his hands kept sliding up and down the length of them. She’d always felt self-conscious about that part of her body, not liking the fact that they jiggled a little, and she also had a few stretch marks that were impossible to get rid of, but he didn’t seem to take notice of her faults. He chose instead to appreciate her smooth, brown skin, and caress the flesh of her inner thighs.

  “You’re so gorgeous, Maya. I love touching your body.” The tone of his voice was sensually erotic, and as his fingers skimmed upwards, she shifted in anticipation.

  He danced two fingers against the tender folds of her sex, then slowly drove them inside, only stopping once he could go no further. His digits pumped inside her a few times, spreading her walls as he prepared her for the invasion of a much larger appendage. Her hips bucked in tune to his fingers, which slightly increased the friction that she felt, and his lips curled into a smile as she quietly moaned his name.

  “Mmm, you’re so nice and wet for me.” He looked up at her from beneath hooded eyes, giving her a look that set a shiver along her spine. He continued the in and out motion for a few more moments and then he slipped his digits out. She gave a sound of protest as he did it, but the disappointment she felt was quickly overshadowed as he grasped her by the hips, and then guided her moist heat directly over his length. Placing her hands on his chest, she sunk slowly onto his thickness, gradually burying him inch by inch in her wet, velvet glove.

  As her narrow walls parted to accommodate him, Evan released a deeply contented groan, holding her waist tightly in his hands. Once he was fully embedded, Maya gasped in pleasure, remaining still for a few moments so she could adjust to his thick hardness. Shifting her hips upward, she slid all the way up his shaft and then sank back down. It didn’t take long for them to work into a synchronized rhythm, and it seemed that they instinctually knew just what the other wanted, because their bodies melded perfectly, rocking back and forth as they cried and moaned in pleasure.

  Their hips moved in unison, and every thrust upward that he made, sent ripples of pleasures through her body. Arching her back, Maya tilted her chin to the ceiling and released a groan of ecstasy. Her breasts jiggled with every bounce that she made, and as his hands reached up to cup them, she felt him give each of her nipples a gentle pinch. He then moved his hands around to her backside, and as his palms found the roundness of her butt cheeks, he gave each of them a firm squeeze, following it up with a light smack.

  Glancing down at her lover, she saw that his eyes were half-mast, and clouded with desire. His breathing had grown erratic, and his hips rolled against hers with increasing abandon. He followed her steady rhythm, thrusting quicker and more urgently as she whimpered and moaned above him. His thick, warm muscle touched her deeper than anyone had before, and the sound of his carnal groans sent a sharp pulse of arousal through her body. It pleased her deeply to know that she withdrew such a reaction from him, and she loved the way his eyes hungrily roved over her form. It made her feel as if she was a delicious dessert that he couldn’t wait to devour. Maya angled her body so that his cock pushed even deeper, and as the tip of his organ hit a particularly sensitive spot, she lost it. Her lips parted as a low, ragged moan fled her lips, and needing something to steady herself, she tightly gripped onto his shoulders. She bounced up and down on his swollen shaft a few more times, and then her body tensed. She cried his name in a voice thick with ecstasy, and her walls clamped tightly around him as her body quivered in pleasure. Her hips rocked against his a few more times, and then finally came to a still. She collapsed against his chest in a breathless heap, clinging onto his shoulders as she whimpered from the vestiges of her orgasm.

  Chapter 9

  Evan brushed a few strands of hair from her damp forehead, and then tilted her chin upward so that he could give her a deep, wet kiss. She moaned into his mouth as he did it, and once their lips parted, she felt him grab her by the hips and gently flip her onto her back.

  “I love the way you were riding my cock. Your pussy felt so amazing.”

  Still lost in a haze of bliss, she gave him a little smile and released a sound of contentment. Weakened from the strength of her orgasm, all she could was lay slack against the couch, allowing him to spread her legs and then guide his crotch between her thighs. She felt the head of his cock press against her sex, and then there was the sensation of his rock-hard length sliding into her. A whimper of pleasure escaped her lips, and she grasped onto his waist as he sunk even deeper. Before his shaft could slide all the way in, he pulled his hips back, allowing only the very tip of his swollen head to remain inside her. Then, with a sudden push forward, he guided himself back in, plunging balls deep.

  Her lips parted in a breathless moan, and she sunk her nails into the cushiony fabric of the pillows beneath her. The feel of him inside her was unbelievably exquisite, and she emitted a breathy gasp as he began pumping in and out of her wet, tight hole. Lost in a daze of pleasure, the only thing Maya could do was lie beneath him and submit to his deep, languid thrusts. His lips pressed to Maya’s in a slow, passionate kiss, and his tongue tangled with hers in a provocative dance.

  When their lips parted for air, he fixed her with an intent gaze, not averting his eyes for even a moment. Hooking his arms beneath her legs, he bent her knees up toward her chest. This allowed him to penetrate her even deeper, and as the angle of his cock shifted, she held tightly onto his hips. He massaged her silky walls using long, gentle strokes, and then gradually worked up to a quicker pace. As his thrusts became more urgent, she arched her back and tilted her chin upward, gasping with pleasure as he repeatedly impaled her center. He pumped into her tight, wet canal over and over, dominating her with his strong, masculine form. The pleasure soon became too much for her to handle, and as the pressure steadily increased, she knew she was on the verge of another powerful orgasm.

  Her palms slid down to grab hold of his backside, feeling the muscles in his buttocks flex as he tirelessly pounded into her. His mouth claimed hers in another deep kiss, and her breath was nearly taken away from the feel of both his tongue and his powerful thrusts. As their mouths parted, Maya found that her eyes were drawn southward. She was offered a nice view of his cock pushing in and out of her slit, and the wet noises that accompanied his possessive thrusts sent a strong pulse of arousal through her body. His cock drove harder, hips rocking faster as she whimpered and bucked beneath him. His long, dark hair hung loose around his shoulders, partially obscuring his face, and the soft warmth she usually saw in his eyes was now replaced by a deep, sensual gaze.

  Overwhelmed by both the visual and physical sensations, she released an uninhibited cry of pleasure, and rode the waves of sheer bliss. Tremors of ecstasy rippled through her body, transforming her into a quivering mass of flesh. It didn’t take long for him to follow behind her, and with a deep, primal grunt, he shot his seed into her womb. He jerked his hips a few more times to release the last few spurts, and then once he was completely empty, he withdrew his softening cock, collapsing in a useless heap next to
her body.

  They lay next to each other on the futon, sweaty and panting from the exertions of their coupling. Each gave pleasant little moans of contentment as they slowly emerged from the fogs of their orgasm, then once their hearts had resumed to a normal pace, they rolled onto their sides and offered each other a soft kiss. She could taste the salt on his lips, and as their mouths parted ways, she stared into his eyes with a gaze full of love. As Maya looked into Evan’s eyes, she found herself consumed with everything about him. Her eyes roved over his stunning, angular features, then traveled lower down to admire his nice, broad chest. His alluring, masculine scent wafted into her nostrils, and she breathed in deeply, appreciating the pleasant scent of it. She hadn’t expected to fall in love with him so quickly, but now that she had, she knew there was no going back. She’d passed the stage of having a crush, and was now residing in the “can’t live without you” territory.

  Evan draped a leg over her body, and placed gentle, tender kisses along her neck and the flesh of her breasts. Then she felt his hand on her face, his thumb stroking her cheek as he studied her features.

  “I never noticed you have freckles.” His eyes roved across the light spray of dots across her nose.

  “They used to be a lot darker when I was younger, but over the years, they ended up getting lighter. I used to hate them.”

  “Why?”

  “I just didn’t think they were attractive. I used to be really self-conscious of my looks, so I didn’t like having something that made me stand out even more.”

  “Well, I think they’re cute. And I’m sure you looked just fine as a kid.” Pressing his lips against her nose, he gave her a light kiss.

  They were both feeling drowsy from a lack of sleep, as well as from the aftermath of their passionate lovemaking, so it didn’t take long before they drifted toward sleep. Yet before slumber could fully envelop them, the ringtone of Evan’s cell phone suddenly interrupted their peacefulness. Giving a frustrated sigh, he glanced toward the source of his irritation.

  “Just let it ring,” Maya murmured, nuzzling closer against him.

  Leaning over so he could see the display screen, he saw it was a call that he’d much rather ignore. “It’s work calling. I’m on call to drive the tow truck tonight.”

  “What? You mean you have to leave right now?”

  Disappointedly, he replied, “Yeah.” Rolling onto his back, he blew out a heavy breath of frustration.

  “I don’t want you to go. Stay here with me, please.” She wrapped an arm tightly around his hip, urging him to stay.

  “Wish I could, baby, but I agreed to be on call this week. Believe me, I really don’t wanna go.”

  As the phone rang once again, a sound of displeasure came from Evan’s throat.

  “Sorry, babe, I have to answer it.” He rose up from the reclining position, and then leaned forward to grab his cell from off the coffee table. Giving an irritated sigh, he hit the answer button and spoke into the receiver. “Hi, Joe. Listen, is there any way I can get out of tonight’s shift?”

  He was silent for a few moments as the person on the other end of the line spoke, and then he gave his reply. “Yeah, I know. But it’s kind of important. Would it—”

  His voice was cut off as the person on the other end of the line said something.

  “Yes, I’m with a woman. It’s my girlfriend. But listen, can’t you call Teddy or something? He’s always asking for extra shifts.”

  She couldn’t help feeling elated as the word “girlfriend” slipped from his lips. Although she already knew that he considered her to be his woman, it still felt good to hear him say it. Maya could hear the sound of the person’s voice on the other end of the receiver droning on and on, and she found herself wishing that Evan had just turned his cell phone off. She didn’t want him going out to work tonight. She only wanted to feel his body lying next to hers, comforting her and keeping her warm. Finally, the voice on the other end of the line came to a stop, and Evan once again had the chance to speak.

  “All right, fine. I’ll be on the road in the next ten minutes.” Then he hit the call end button.

  Shifting his body so he could face her, he gave her a look of disappointment. “I’m sorry, sweetie, but there’s no way I can get out of this. There’s no one else to work in my place, so I’m gonna have to take this shift.”

  As sound of discontent slipped from her lips. “I understand. It sucks that you have to leave right away, but I know that you need to work.”

  “I’ll make it up to you, okay? Promise.” He gave her a soft, sweet kiss, and then rose onto his feet and slipped into his boxers. Then he headed for the bedroom so that he could retrieve his clothes.

  Maya rose up from the couch and put her robe on, following behind him, and as she reached the room, she saw him slipping into his pants. He put his uniform shirt on next, and then he gathered his hair into a ponytail. She grabbed him by the hand and they made their way toward the front door, and as they reached the entryway, he took her in his arms, enveloping her in a tight hug.

  “What time will you be off?” She glanced up at him with sleepy eyes.

  “My shift ends at six a.m.”

  “I guess that’s not too bad, it’s only five hours away. Will you come back once you finish work?”

  “Sure, but won’t you be sleeping? I don’t want to wake you up.”

  Loosening herself from his embrace, she walked over to the kitchen counter and rifled through a large ceramic bowl. Once she found what she was looking for, she headed back over to him and placed a pair of keys in his hand.

  “Just let yourself in once you get back.”

  His lips tugged into a smile, and he pulled her back up against him. “I’m already counting the hours.”

  “So am I.”

  “I’ll keep my cell phone on, just in case you need to contact me.

  “Okay.”

  He brushed a lock of hair from her cheek, and then captured her lips for one last kiss. She gave a little sigh as their mouths reluctantly parted, and then she released him from the hug. As he pulled the door open to leave, a bitter wind blew inside, causing her to shiver in response. She watched from the doorway as he made his way down the pathway away from her apartment, and once he made it to his Jeep, he offered her a wave, and then got inside the vehicle. After he started up the car and pulled away from the curb, she shut the door and locked it, and then headed for her bedroom.

  * * * *

  Once she was in her room, she headed straight for the closet so that she could change into her bed clothes. After locating a floral print nightgown, she shrugged out of her robe and changed. She was about to slide the closet door closed when a large container on one of the top shelves caught her eye. Recognizing it as her memory box, Maya pushed herself up onto the tips of her toes and reached for it. She grabbed hold of the box, then lifted it off the shelf and carried it over to her bed. After she was comfortably seated cross-legged on the mattress, she lifted the top of the box and peered inside. The first object her eyes landed on was a book that was written in French. It was a collection of stories she’d received as a gift for her fifteenth birthday, and had been given to her by her now deceased Aunt Mildred. Opening the cover of the book, Maya flipped through the pages and casually read a few of the paragraphs. It had been quite some time since she’d last spoken or read the language, but as her eyes glided across the fancy script, she found that it easily came back to her.

  Aunt Mildred had died only a year after giving Maya this book, and as a result, it was one of her most sentimental possessions. Maya’s mother had abandoned her at the age of six, and her father had been absent since before her birth, so her aunt had stepped in to become her legal guardian. During her years with Aunt Mildred, Maya had grown incredibly close to her, and considered her to be the only true mother that she had ever had. Her aunt had been an avid learner, and shared her knowledge about various things with Maya. It was because of Aunt Mildred that Maya knew how to r
ead and speak French, and she’d also learned a number of other things as well.

  When her Aunt Mildred died, everything had been thrown into a tailspin. Aunt Mildred’s sister, Laurie, ended up inheriting the house, and this was when everything in Maya’s life began to change. Laurie saw her as nothing more than an inconvenience, so to make things easier for herself, she’d just thrown Maya out of the house. No one else in the family had cared, so she had to learn very quickly how to survive on her own.

  The book of French stories was one of the very few things she’d managed to grab before leaving. Nearly everything of value had been raided shamelessly by various members of her family, so the only objects she had to remember her by were this book and a couple of seven-inch Jazz records, which were currently out of her possession. She felt a flash of disappointment as she remembered why she no longer had them, and she recalled the events which had led up to her no longer having the albums.

  Before moving into the place where she was currently living, she’d stayed with Dylan for a two week period. They’d still been a couple back then, so she’d thought it a good idea for them to spend some solid time together while she searched for a new apartment. Yet as always, things had turned sour between them, and on the very day that she’d moved into her current residence, they’d gotten into a terrible argument and broken up. She’d managed to remove most of her stuff from his apartment, but being the jerk that he was, he’d refused to relinquish all of her possessions.

  He’d been well aware of just how much she treasured the vintage records, so he’d purposely hid them from her so that she couldn’t get them back. She’d called him numerous times since then, as well as made a few visits to his house, but when Dylan didn’t want to be bothered, he made sure that it was impossible for her to find him. Releasing a displeased sigh, she put the lid on the memory box and returned it to the closet.