by Wood, Vivian
I kiss him again, pouring absolutely everything I feel into the kiss, gripping his shirt in my fist. By the time he breaks off the kiss this time, we are both gasping for breath. I need him, need to feel his body pressed against mine, need to feel him stretching out every part of me, his huge size filling up every last inch of room inside me.
“I love you, Luna,” he swears to me. “I think I’ve loved you since I first lay eyes on you. I know I’m not nearly good enough— “
“Gabe— “
“No.” He shakes his head. “I won’t even pretend to understand your lifestyle. You are wealthy beyond my wildest imagination. I’m just a poor man who can’t even buy you a ring.”
I bite my lip. “That doesn’t matter. I have enough for both of us. Besides, even if I didn’t… I choose you. I love you. I want to be with you.”
He looks directly in my eyes. “I swear, I will never stop trying to be the man you deserve.”
My lips curl upward. “You already are, Gabe. You are more than I ever hoped for. More than I knew I needed.”
Gabe kisses me again, harder this time, more demanding than ever before. He scoops me up in his arms, carrying me back toward my bedroom as if I were weightless.
I lay my head on his chest for a second.
This is real.
He’s all mine.
We might have some struggles up ahead of us. But there will be no doubt that we love each other ever again.
That’s my version of a happily ever after.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Gabe
Six Months Later
When we finally get home from the engagement party, I’m worn out. Everyone and their sister was there in their Sunday best… and they all had to meet me. Luna looked like the princess I know she is, showing off her engagement ring.
A sparkling sapphire that has been in my family for almost a hundred years. Gifted to me by my own mother, who came to me to mend fences once she found out that I’m engaged.
I was glad to finally meet Luna’s parents and have them meet my family… okay, maybe glad is the wrong word for it. Luna was vaguely stressed out the entire time her parents were around, making catty remarks.
Luckily my whole family was there to support us. They are pretty fucking great and I am really grateful to have them… even my mom. Who loves and dotes on Luna, by the way.
But damn. My social battery is running on empty after all that.
That’s okay though… because I’m still full of nervous, jittery energy. And I know just where I’m going to put all that momentum.
Luna turns to me, looking ravishing in a floor length white gown. She cocks her brow.
“Did you have a nice time?”
Instead of answering, I tug at her hand, leading her into the bedroom we share. Turning her around and sweeping the hair off her neck, I place a single hot kiss on the skin I just bared.
She turns in my arms, her eyes dancing with merriment. “What?”
“Forget the party,” I whisper. “I think we should just elope. Then I could legally take you, here and now, as my wife.”
Luna giggles. “You know we can’t elope. But we can pretend. Show me just what you mean, Mr. Byrne.”
Echoing her sentiment with an appetite all my own, I bend her backward, trailing kisses down her neck. I grab her by the waist and bring her down to the ground, spreading her thighs and bringing us together. My mouth descends upon hers, hungry and demanding.
She opens her mouth and her thighs for me, drawing me in without a second of hesitation. Her hands slip around my neck, fingernails lightly scoring the flesh of my shoulders. I palm one of her breasts, then pinch her nipple, drawing a cry from her lips.
I trail kisses down her jaw, skipping over her neck, and bend down to nuzzle the space between her breasts. I feel her legs wrap around me, her heels digging into the backs of my legs, pulling me as close as possible.
It takes some skill to unzip the dress and get her out of it, but I find her bare underneath. I groan as I rip off her dress, kissing her newly exposed breast. I know I’m not being delicate with her, but I’m too entranced to care.
She doesn’t seem to mind, her head thrown back. She’s making these little oh sounds that are killing me, every second I’m not inside her.
Fuck. I need to have her, right this second.
She kisses me, and I bite her lower lip. She grabs my head and bites me on the neck, which I swear makes my cock pulse.
“Talk dirty to me again,” she whispers. The feel of her whispered words against my suddenly sensitive ear is another turn on.
“Fuck!” I grit out. “You don’t know what you do to me, princess. You are such a bad, bad girl.”
I squeeze one of her breasts hard, and she gasps.
“Bad enough to get punished?” she whispers.
“Ohhh fuck,” I say, pushing her down against the ground. I look at her for a second, searching her face. “You don’t really want that.”
She struggles under me, trying to push me off. “Maybe I do.” She says it with a smile curling her lips. I lick the side of her face, just needing to touch her with my tongue.
I bring my hand up to her neck, fitting my fingers around the slim white column of her neck. I apply just a little bit of pressure, making her gasp and writhe beneath me. When I release her, she tries to pull me closer for a kiss. I allow it for a moment, but then I pull back. There is much more I want to do to her.
I move back, kneeling on the ground, and ruck her dress the rest of the way down her legs. I cast it aside, then I strip off my own tuxedo jacket, pants, and shirt.
Her eyes are immediately drawn to my cock, which jumps at the attention she pays it. She looks up at me, biting her lip.
“Can I taste you?” she asks quietly, seeming unsure.
God, could Luna be any sexier? I’m so fucking lucky that this woman even looked my way a second time, much less that she’s ready to get on her knees for me now. I reach down and stroke my cock with one hand, hesitating.
“You sure you’re ready to give me head?” I ask. “We’ve only ever done it for a minute…”
Her eyes twinkle a bit, and she pushes herself up on the bed. “I think I’ll do just fine. You just have to guide me… tell me what feels good. Tell me what you like.”
She reaches out, brushing her fingers along my length. I grit my teeth as pre-cum leaks from the tip of my cock. She watches it as it pools at the tip, forming a pearly droplet.
Luna looks up at me and spears me with her gaze as she licks just the droplet from the sensitive head of my cock. I suck in a breath.
“Well, if you insist,” I say, unable to look away. She presses her free hand against my chest, turning me onto my back. I go willingly, trying not to flutter my eyes closed as she moves down, kissing as she goes.
When Luna circles her wet tongue around the head of my cock, I can’t breathe for a second.
“Like this?” she asks, looking up at me. She shifts so that she’s on her knees.
“That’s… perfect. Jesus, you’re hot when you’re on your knees like that.”
Swallowing, I look down at her heart-shaped face. Her pouty lips part as I guide my cock to her mouth. The second I touch my cock to her lips, the sensitive head probing the wet heat of her mouth, I have to close my eyes for a moment.
My dick twitches, and it takes everything in me not to just bury myself in her hot mouth. I imagine how I would do it. How good it would feel just to put my hand in her hair, to let go and fuck her mouth and throat.
But no. I open my eyes again, breathing hard. She’s looking up at me, her lips on the very tip of my dick, her eyes telling me that she trusts me. I have to remember that.
“Open your mouth a little, and stick out your tongue,” I encourage her, pressing the blunt head against her lips.
She does, rolling out the velvety tip of her tongue. It caresses the head of my cock, and sends tiny lightning bolts of electricity down to my feet. My toes
curl.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I whisper. She nudges my fingers out of the way, closing her little hand around my cock. I put my hand into her hair as she sinks her mouth down on my dick.
She starts to work her head forward and back, fucking me oh so slowly. I groan as she picks up the pace a little, closing my eyes and leaning my head back.
Usually when I’m fucking a girl’s pussy or ass, I’m in a position of complete control. I can stop or slow down as often as I want, which helps me keep from blowing my load before I’m ready. Even with throat-fucking, I am in control more than I am now.
And control is something I have desperately needed… until now. Until this girl.
With Luna, I challenge myself to let go just a tiny bit, to let her lead just for a few moments.
I can’t scare her off of going down by grabbing her and fucking her throat. And as much as I’d like to cum in her mouth, I know that I can’t. It’s too much.
“Fuckkkk,” I hiss. Her mouth feels incredible, it’s going to be hard to restrain myself. “Jesus. Okay, okay. You have to stop, otherwise I’m going to finish in your mouth.”
I gently grab her face and push her back. She sits back on her heels, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand.
“You taste good,” she says, her eyes scanning my face. She licks her lips. For a second, my eyes are on her mouth, watching her tongue.
Yeah, I would’ve finished there without a problem.
“Your mouth is incredible.” I pin her onto her back. “I just didn’t want to cum in there, when there are so many other places that call my name.”
She giggles for a second. “Like where?” she asks, a big smile on her face.
I grab her knees and force them apart, leaning down to kiss her breasts. Then I go straight for her pussy, spreading it with two fingers and licking her clit.
Luna cries out and buries her hands in my hair, her back bowing. I trace figure eights around her clit and dip my tongue into her pussy, loving the scent and taste of her. Just as she gets worked up, her juices flowing, I press her knees up and lick my way around the tiny pucker of her ass.
“Oooh!” she cries, startled.
I kiss and lick it for a second, penetrating her ass with the tip of my tongue. Then I break away, kissing her inner thighs, kissing and biting her breasts.
“I want you to touch yourself again,” I whisper in her ear. “While I’m taking you from behind, I want you to make yourself come.”
She nods eagerly and I flip her over, almost shaking with the need to fuck her. She braces herself on her knees and elbows, showing her pretty pussy and ass to me. I grasp my cock, pressing the head to her entrance.
“Touch yourself,” I order. She reaches under her body and starts to play with her clit.
I plunge inside her and hear her gasp. It feels so hot and so tight that I have to go slow, otherwise I’ll come right away.
“Oh my god,” she gasps. “Gabe, your cock feels so good. It’s so, so good.”
I grab her hips and use them as leverage while I fuck her, working my cock in and out of her pussy. She begins to tighten her pussy even more as she plays with her clit. I focus, closing my eyes, and try to hit her g-spot every time I thrust.
Finally she bursts, coming with a shout. I speed up as soon as I feel her begin to spasm, letting myself pound into her like a jackhammer. She cries out my name, which has never sounded better than it does when it pour from her lips.
“Gabe!”
I feel my cock start to twitch and pulse as I drive home again and again. I feel like I’m coming like a fucking fountain, her pussy milking my cock for everything it’s worth.
“Fuck!” I shout. “God damn, Luna.”
It takes a long ass time before I’m drained, but eventually I do pull out of her pussy. I catch myself before I slump face first into her back, diverting my weight to fall beside her instead. She doesn’t move, she lies on her stomach, facing away from me, her breathing ragged.
I struggle for breath too, but I also feel an overwhelming need to kiss her. I turn her over to face me with one hand, and cup her cheek.
We lie like that for almost half an hour, enjoying the closeness of each other’s bodies. Neither of us says a word, and we don't need to.
At length, I call to her, my voice gone hoarse. “Hey.”
She turns toward me, rustling the sheets. “Hey.”
I pull her in close so that she finds a space on my chest, cuddling against me. Looking right down into her eyes, I give her a weary smile. “I love you, Luna. I love you so much, I don’t even know how to explain it to you.”
She presses herself up and gives me a long kiss on the lips. When she pulls back, her eyes are shining with emotion. “I love you too, Gabe. I love you so much that it almost hurts to look at you.”
My lips lift at the corners. My eyes close of their own volition. I guess that I am more tired than I even knew. I hold her close as I drift off, knowing that she’ll be there when I wake up.
Luna will always be there.
She’s my forever.
THE END
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Chapter Thirty-Seven
Margot
“Wait!” I say, crouching down and peering through my camera’s viewfinder. We’re on a random side street in Brooklyn, so we’re not in anybody’s way. Both sides of the street are industrial and it’s a definite look. It sparks my creativity. “Hold that pose.”
Pippa rolls her eyes and grins, freezing in place. “Margot, you had better get a few good photos for Insta, at least. I’m only in New York for the weekend and we have soooo many places to go and things to see… boys to meet…”
Her sleek British accent makes her stand out; her outrageously gorgeous good looks are almost enough to make me envious. She should be on a stage somewhere, performing before an enraptured audience.
Instead, she went to NYU and majored in journalism, just like me.
Shaking my head, I sigh. Pippa is pretty boy crazy. She has been since college. I kneel down and frame my shot carefully. It’s late and dark except for the light coming from the streetlamp. But there is something about that light, coming from behind Pippa… illuminating her willowy frame and filtering through her bright red hair…
I take a handful of shots, then stand up. “All right.”
Pursing my lips, I press several buttons on the camera and review what I just shot. Pippa comes over to look over my shoulder. She’s a good four or five inches taller than me so it works. At five foot one, I’m definitely used to being the shortest chick in the room.
“Scroll to the photos of both of us,” she says, nudging me. “The ones that your friend took in the pizza place?”
Bobbing my head, I scroll through the various artsy shots of objects until I get to the pictures she means. The two of us beam at the camera, my petite stature, my black leather jacket, and my shoulder length pink hair seeming silly next to Pippa in her loose white dress.
She doesn’t see it that way, though.
“Oh, we look absolutely smashing! Ugh, I just love your whole aesthetic. I’m all soft pinks and flowy garments and you’re all like…” She gestures to me.
I look down at my RESIST t-shirt, my super short red tartan skirt, my torn fishnets, and my black Converse. I cock a brow. “I look like I’m either a rich kid from Columbia University that’s experimenting with couch surfing or a genuine street rat with a drug problem. But the trouble is that you can’t tell which,” I joke.
Pippa rolls her eyes at my comment. “Yeah right. Everyone wishes they had a tenth of the style that you have and you know it.”
My face heats. I change the subject as I loop my camera strap around my neck again and start moving down the sidewalk. “We’re already going to be arriving at this spot pretty late.”
She shrugs. “Who cares?” She looks up at the night sky, sighing. “That’s one of the things I miss th
e most since my move to Copenhagen. People there care if you’re late. Here, you just shrug and say that there was a crazy person on the subway. As if that’s even a real excuse for anything.”
I grin. “That is one of the things that is a unique charm of New York.”
She slides me a glance as we hurry across the street and continue down the block. “I guess you’ll just have to get used to it when you follow me to Copenhagen. Seriously, I’ve talked to my editor at Politiken and showed her some of your photographs and articles. She is receptive.”
“Yeah?” I say, raising my brows. “I’ve always wanted to move to Europe for a job… It sounds funny though, just saying it aloud.” I spot the distinctive bright green door ahead of us, standing out from the dreary surrounding buildings. “Oh, that’s the door of the club. They have to move this place pretty often to keep it under wraps, but the door is always a bright color.”
Pippa and I jog up to the door. I lean close, pulling out my phone, and knock on it forcefully. A slot slides open and a pair of eyes appear.
“Password?” a feminine voice asks.
I look at the e-vite on my phone, skimming for the password. “Saluta regi,” I call out.
The slot slides closed with a metal thunk. A few seconds later the door creaks open, the door woman dressed head to toe in skintight black latex. “Come in.”
We step into the tight, dark space. I can hear the thud of music, feel the vibrations coming up through the floor. She opens a second door and we’re immersed in raucous sound and a low blue light.
I walk out into the back of the warehouse turned venue, pausing to look around and get my bearings. To my right is a very crowded, very small bar. To my far left is a stage, a cheering and raging crowd swelling around it. Two singers scream into a single microphone while the rest of the band plays loud post-punk music.
The speakers are shitty but loud, which is always a feature of these shows. Pippa leans close to me. “Want to get a drink?”