The Luna Choosing Game

“Oh, Nick.”

“Does it feel good?”

I nodded.

“Good.” He continued to touch until it was nearly too much. I clutched at his upper arms with both my hands, squeezing.

“Maybe we should see what else you aren’t wearing,” Nicholas said, then. He held onto one breast with one hand, while his other lowered down to my hips. He tugged the dress down over my curves, and it dropped fully down to the floor.

His hand slipped around my backside, and traced the bare globe of my ass.

I had decided to forego my panties as well.

“You are a very bad girl, Piper,” he purred. “Let me see you.”

Stepping back, he came around to my front. His hooded gaze traced the expanse of my now- naked body. Heat and lust shimmered in the gold in his eyes, sparkling like coins under the candlelight I now realized we were surrounded with.

How easily he had distracted me from my surroundings.

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“Nick…”

While I was appreciating the candlelight, Nicholas was appreciating me. His pants were now straining in the front. His fingers twitched, like he wanted to touch but didn’t know where to start.

He’d seen me naked before in the past, but this felt different somehow. I was standing here, in his room, bare and begging. We were different people than we had been three years ago, but we were the same too, in some ways.

Our lust for each other had a hair trigger.

Nicholas suddenly stepped forward and scooped me into his arms in a bridal carry. He struggled to walk, but he managed to hobble with me into the bedroom. So softly, so tenderly, he lowered me down onto the soft cushion of the bed.

“Nick, please…”

He lowered his lips to mine and claimed my mouth with his kiss, licking his way inside. Gently, so as not to put too much weight onto me, he shifted over me, rested in the cradle of

His hands traced up and down my sides, starting tiny wildfires along my skin. Wherever he touched burned with my desire for him. I wanted more. So much more.

I whimpered against his mouth.

That was all the guidance he needed. He broke the kiss, and instead, dragged his open mouth down the side of my neck. He planted soft kiss after soft kiss down my chest, through the valley of my breasts, and over my flat stomach.

Eventually he lowered so far that he had to stretch my hips out further to rest his torso more comfortably between them.

He licked his lips, looking at my exposed core. With extreme softness, he reached forward and pulled back the hood from my clit.

I swallowed my nerves, suddenly feeling so exposed.”

This was Nicholas. He was safe. He was kind.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, then leaned forward and took me into his mouth.

I threw my head back against the pillows. My back arched up off the mattress, pressing my breasts out into the air. I wished he would touch my nipples again, but his hands were busy pinning my bucking hips in place while he lavished my most sensitive nub with his tongue.

The sensations were incredible, almost too much. His mouth was a hot, wet temple dedicated, in this moment, to my pleasure alone.

He was relentless in his attentions, quickly driving me into a begging, whimpering mess. Words had no meaning. Only his name sat on the tip of my tongue.

“Nick. Oh, God, Nick…”

My delirium was his encouragement, and somehow, he moved even faster, even more insistent, nudging and licking with his tongue, bringing me to the cusp of pleasure.

I clawed at the bedsheets, bunching them in my fists. It was almost too much, I was so close.

Then, without warning, he slipped a finger inside of my core. He slowly moved it in and out. He curled it, pressing into the bundle of nerves deep within me.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

My pleasure spiked impossibly high. It couldn’t last. I toppled over the edge into bliss. “Nicholas!”