Free Blood Moon (Moon Books) by M.J. O'Shea Page B

idea what time it was. I didn’t even know what day it was. Day and night, time in general had come to mean so little to me in the past few weeks. I didn’t care about anything outside of our little warm cocoon. Only Noah’s concern about my parents (and my annoying human stomach) had forced me from his bed at all. Who needed sunlight when there were endless hours spent loving the guy I’d dreamed about since forever? What importance did regular patterned days have when there was a whole new world opening to me that I would have never believed existed?
    I shivered when I felt a soft wet tongue trailing between my shoulder blades to eventually end with a sweet kiss in the fine hairs on the back of my neck. I arched back and moaned and was rewarded by warm breath bathing the curve of my ear. The same soft tongue licked tenderly, soothingly, at the sensitive place where my shoulder met my neck. I felt a gentle suction and I trembled, reaching to pull on his head, encouraging him.
    “I’m not going to bite, baby,” Noah whispered. “You need to heal. We’re already going to have a hard time explaining this one to your parents.” He licked gently at the newest little bite mark, which had landed quite a bit higher than the others.
    I chuckled and quaked at his touch, wiggling my butt against the warmth of his hardening flesh. “Maybe it’s a hickey,” I suggested laughingly.
    “Apparently you’ve forgotten what a hickey looks like. I’ll have to remind you.”
    He rolled me over and covered my body with his.
    I laughed for a second until his hands stopped tickling and started stroking and touching. When his lips joined them, I moaned and held onto his head. He teased me forever: little nips and licks on my nipples, the insides of my thighs, my hipbones; just enough to make both of us squirm. The sound of Noah breathing hard made my heart pound. The look on his face, love and desire mixed with a little bit of awe nearly made my eyes well up. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. He sucked forcefully on the crease between my thigh and my torso. I writhed on the sheets and laughed breathlessly because I was so turned on that I couldn’t manage to do anything else.
    When I thought I might just keel over and die from wanting him so badly he finally took my painful aching shaft into his mouth. A wild keening sound came from my throat that I’d never heard before. Noah moaned and took me deeper into his wet heat.
    I hadn’t learned to handle it yet; the incomparable pleasure that was Noah’s touch. Even after days and days of practice it still drove me absolutely crazy. He used his mouth in ways that I would have said were impossible, bringing me to the point of oblivion and back over and over. When he slipped a finger inside of me, I started to moan and plead, begging him to take me, to end the exquisite torture.
    “I need you. Shit! Oh...I can’t stand it anymore. Fuck me now. Please, Noh...” I barely recognized my own voice.
    “Not yet,” he murmured and turned me onto my stomach. His sweet soft tongue licked down my spine, punctuating the journey with hot little biting kisses. The wetness combined with his breathy whispers made me arch my back. “I love the way you move when I kiss your back,” he whispered against my skin. “It’s so sexy.”
    I moaned in agreement. I could barely hear him, but as long as he kept doing what he was doing I’d agree with anything he said. He settled in between my thighs, licking and caressing the skin around my entrance. I groaned, clenching my fists in the sheets. I was panting and moaning and undulating my hips, sure that I’d lose it at any second. The moment before it was too late he turned me gently, brushing a soft kiss on my lips. I smiled and reached a shaking hand up to touch his face.
    “I love you. I need you.”
    Noah nodded and reached for the lube, slicking himself up and pausing at my entrance.
    “What’s wrong?” I asked, rubbing my foot on the back of