Page 8 of Cherry Moon

“Not yet.”

Biting my bottom lip, I paused. “You’re making it so hard.”

“I should hope so.”

“Idiot.”

“If you cum, I’ll have to spank you.”

“Promise?”

“Always.” I could see him winking in my head.

“Now your cock is in my mouth,” he continued. “Is all this for me? Good.”

He slurped, I giggled.

“I’m sucking you. Lips sliding up and down. So wet, so hungry.”

Oh, yeah. Running those luscious lips up and down my shaft, taking me to paradise. Man, he gave a great BJ.

“My fingers are on your ass,” he added. “Digging in, spreading you. Oh, Aki. I want to spread you so badly. Stick my tongue in, lick you like the frosting on your cakes.”

I giggled, my arse tingling with the need to have his tongue in there. “Likewise.” We were both raging tops and hungry bottoms. A couple of vers guys loving sex in all its glory. Flip, flop, flip, flop.

Yum, yum.

Stroking harder, I closed my eyes and listened to his words, picturing that night two weeks ago when we went at it from midnight until six in the morning. He fucked me, I fucked him. Everywhere in the cottage, getting down and dirty in every room. Even did it in the central garden on a picnic blanket. Making love under the stars, our bodies bathed in moonlight.

By the tenshi, the way his dark-brown skin had shimmered in the lunar light made my heart flip. Droplets of sweat glistened like pearls across it, and his vibrant green eyes shining like emeralds in his face had been locked onto me as I burrowed into him, looming over him with love and stars in my eyes.

“I love you,” I breathed into the phone, so close to climax.

“Aki?”

I lost myself in more memories of our sexy time, sinking deeper. Sex by the fire, sex in the shower, in the training room, here on the sofa, even him fucking me against the kitchen worktop. All wonderful pieces of the Aki and G story.

And it wasn’t just the physical side that made us work so well, but also the intimacy. How we existed together, living in sync. Connected by life’s little moments, bound by silk threads, totally made for each other. I didn’t believe in soulmates until I realized how hard I’d fallen for him.

Gabriel was my soulmate. No question.

Tears pricked my eyes. “Do it, G. Fuck me. Just fuck me. Slam me against…anything. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”

My toes curled, sweat beading my brow. So close, so damn close. He growled, his words becoming an exquisite wall of sound, dripping with liquid baritone, driving me crazy. Every inch of my skin crackled with desire, sending me hurtling toward the edge.

Give me the edge.

Give me the edge.

Give me the edge.

“Aki?”

“G…” Shit. I couldn’t hold on. “Oh, G!” I cried.

My eyes rolled back, heat flushing across my skin. Hot jets of cum exploded from my dick, hitting me in the face, making a mess of my T-shirt.

Damn. I’d bukkake’d myself.