The Twelfth Moon || ✔️

57. Young Moon pt. 3

A mouth that gently found mine, as our lips brushed against each other, connecting in a warm, wet feeling of release.

My body froze at first, fully indulging in the shock of what was happening – his lips gently sucking on mine, the smacking sounds like music. But soon I turned towards him, angling myself so I could fully relish in the taste of him.

Our tongues twirled against each other as his hand found its way into my hair, and my hands traveled across his back, not knowing when or where to stop. I wanted to feel all of him, on me, in me, with me.

Jerr seemed to feel my need, or perhaps he felt it too, as he positioned himself atop me, our lips never once separating.

His one hand kept toying with my hair, as the other one traveled down, until it reached my chest, where an already stiff nipple was waiting, no, yearning for his touch.

I felt him laugh against my mouth as his hand finally grabbed my breasts, his fingers teasingly toying with the buds at their center.

I stopped kissing him briefly, looking into his eyes which were now dark with hunger, and lust. But as soon as my lips left him, they had to reunite, to continue this dance of tongues and teeth.

Our kiss intensified as Jerr's hand found its way to my breast under my shirt, making me shiver at the naked touch beneath the fabric.

He lightly bit my lip and pulled at it with his teeth, earning him a small moan that came out of my throat before I knew it was coming.

My hands grazed under his shirt as well, feeling those defining muscles as they traveled across his upper body. His skin was as soft and hot as it looked, or even more than that.

Our lips separated once again, only for our shirts to disappear. I didn't have much time to dwell on the fact that I was now almost fully naked next to him, because I felt him crash into me almost immediately. And as we sat there, chest to chest, our hands traveling everywhere, our lips intertwining and separating only if they had to, I felt safe, at home.

But then Jerr's hands traveled across my back. As he caressed the scars that mangled my back, his simmering touch halted and his lips parted from mine once again. His eyes were now filled with concern, his brows hunched in worry. But as he looked at me, and saw how my breath was quickening at the painful reminder of those scars, his lips silently found mine again, and his hands kept traveling everywhere, pretending not to feel anything but smooth skin.

Jerr pushed me back down again, laying himself on top of me, and covering me with his weight. His legs were crossed in between mine, and I could feel him harden between my legs, even if there were still pants separating our bodies.

Too many pants.

My hands traveled down, grazing at the waistband of his trousers, slowly pulling them down a little, so my hands had room to roam inside his pants. Once they met with his hard cock, they instantly knew what to do, and firmly gripped his member.

I heard him groan against me, a sound that unraveled me from within. "Fuck," he breathed into me, as my hand slowly worked its way down to his balls, teasingly massaging them, before they returned to his dick. The tip of him was moist already, and I knew that feeling him wasn't enough. I wanted to taste him, to get my lips around his member, and let my tongue play with him.

"Your thoughts are killing me," Jerr murmured in between our hungry kisses. "I'm not going to last very long if you keep thinking things like that."

"I can't help it," I answered, my hand intensifying its grip on his cock, as my other hand found a way to work his trousers down entirely. As soon as his manhood was revealed, my breath got stuck in my throat again. "You're just so fucking hot," I whispered, surprised I was even capable of uttering those words. But I was so caught up in the moment, all that mattered was Jerr and me, sharing ourselves in this bed.