Luna
TWENTY-SIX
The steady throb between my legs is more than I can bear. This whole session has been one temptation after another, and I desperately need him inside me.
I’ve broken every single professional rule there is today, and instead of worrying about it, I’ve never felt freer. It’s so easy to lose myself in Cayden, and it should terrify me, but I love the person I am with him.
He makes me feel like the most desired woman in the world, and in return, it gives me the confidence to explore all the ways my body can feel.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, little moon.” His sexy, low voice penetrates the air and weaves around me, causing the pulse between my legs to deepen. “Can you be a good girl and be quiet for me?”
He teases me with his tip again, and I automatically push back, wanting more.
“Cayden, please,” I rasp.
“You haven’t answered my question.”
“For God’s sake,” I mutter in frustration. “I’ll be quiet. Just….” I whimper as he nudges in further. “Just fuck me,” I beg. “Please.”
His body stills at my words, and his fingers grip my hips tighter. I hear his breaths become more shallow and realize my begging turned him on.
“Please, Cayden,” I beg some more, giving him what he wants. “I need you to fuck me…hard,” I moan as his fingers sink deeper into my flesh. His body is rigid, and I feel the intense energy behind me just waiting to be unleashed.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “What are you doing to me?” He scrapes out.
I don’t have time to analyze the rawness and torment in his voice because he’s deep inside me on my next breath.
“Yesssss,” I moan, feeling every glorious inch of him.
“God, I’ve missed this,” he growls, pulling back and sinking into me again.
It’s all too much…I feel him everywhere as his body merges with mine. My breasts rub against the mat, and the sensation brings my body into overdrive. The restraints are tight against my wrists, only adding to my pleasure as I hand over complete control to the man above me.
He’s deeper than I ever thought possible, and my body greedily welcomes him in as I lift my hips to meet his hard thrusts. My core tightens, and a wave of pleasure rolls through my body as my walls squeeze him harder.
“Jesus,” he rasps. “So fucking good,” he pants.
His hand loosens his grip, and when I feel him rub my swollen clit with each demanding drive into me, I splinter into a million pieces as my orgasm rips through me on a violent wave.
I muffle my cry as my body constricts around him and surrenders.
His deep groan sends tremors through me as I feel him pulse deep inside on his release.
Our breaths are labored in the quietness of the room as I lie there spent and fully sated.
“Remind me to thank my coach for making me come here,” he says, still out of breath as he slowly pulls out of me. Looking over my shoulder, I watch him slide the condom off and tie it before pulling his shorts up and stuffing it in his pocket along with the wrapper.
“I don’t think this is what he had in mind when he signed you up,” I giggle. “I’m breaking all kinds of rules with you. Having sex during a private lesson is not something I do.”
He removes the bolster from under my hips and turns me over.
A smile plays on his lips as he reaches over me and unties my wrists.
“You’re not the only one breaking rules,” he murmurs, setting the strap aside and caging me in.
Now that my hands are free, I can’t help but touch him as I wind my arm around his neck and run my fingers through his damp hair at his nape.
His green eyes search mine, and I immediately get pulled in.
“What rules have you broken?” I whisper, needing to get a glimpse of anything that tells me this is more than just sex to him. I can’t be the only one feeling this connection.
Guilt flashes briefly across his eyes before he stuffs it down.
“Every single one of them,” he says quietly. “And that’s not even the worst part.”
“What's the worst part?”
My heart pounds in my chest as I feel him let me in a little bit more.
“I don’t regret it.” Pain and guilt weave their way through, and I tighten my grip on his hair. “I would break them for you all over again. How’s that for being fucked up?”
His humorless chuckle rings through the air, and when he tries to pull away, I don’t let him.
“It’s not fucked up, Cayden. Not even close,” I shake my head. “You’re healing…you’re living again. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
His eyes close briefly like it physically hurt him to hear.
“You make it sound so simple,” he says quietly.
“Maybe it is.”
“No,” his throat bobs. “Not for me,” he says, his gaze lifting to meet mine again, and so many emotions rush at me.
Guilt.
Fear.
But under all of them is the one I cling to…hope.
The one emotion he’s too afraid to feel.
“Cayden…”
“I spent a long time convincing myself I was done with this.” His voice turns rougher as he fights his demons. “Done wanting someone. Done needing…anything. It was easy to shut myself off from the outside world. I had my daughter, and that was enough for me.”
“And now?” I whisper. His jaw flexes, and my fingers soften at his neck.
“And now…” His words trail off, and I give him the space he needs to breathe while I wait for him to gather his thoughts. “And now…now it’s not so easy.”
“I’m not going to lie and say I understand what you’re going through because I don’t.
I can’t imagine the pain you went through, and it breaks my heart to even think of how much it hurt you,” I say, swallowing down the lump in my throat.
“But I can tell you that I’m okay with what we have for now.
I’m not asking for promises from you, Cayden. ”
His brows pull together slightly in confusion, like he’s waiting for a ‘but’.
“I just want…you. In any way you’re able to give me,” I exhale shakily.
Something in him cracks…not completely, but just enough to give me a glimpse of the man behind the armor. The one I know is worth waiting for.
“Luna,” he says roughly as if it physically aches to say my name.
I run my fingertips along his jawline and smile. “You don’t have to have it all figured out right now.”
“And if I’m never able to give you more than this?” The vulnerability in his voice nearly makes me come undone.
“Then I guess we’re booty calls for life,” I force a giggle, wanting to break the tension and see that smile I adore so much.
His chuckle fills the air, and I grin wider when I see some of his tension fade away.
“What the hell did I do to deserve meeting someone like you?” He asks, looking at me in amazement.
“I don’t know, but it must have been something really, really good.”
He stares at me for a long moment as if he’s not quite sure what to do with someone who is willing to meet him where he is.
I watch a gleam set in his eyes before a curve of a smile slowly appears as he starts to kiss his way down my stomach.
“If the clock on the wall is right, I still have five minutes left of my session,” he says, running his tongue down my inner thigh before coming back to my center and spreading me wide.
“I’d hate to leave without at least tasting what is quickly becoming my addiction.
” His tongue touches my clit before sucking hard and releasing me.
“I must have done something really, really, good, too, to deserve this kind of treatment,” I breathe, feeling my body awaken again beneath his touch. “You’ve got quite the skill, Cayden,” I moan softly as his tongue works its magic.
“Why do you think they pay me the big bucks?” He smiles against my skin as his eyes raise to meet mine.
“I’ve acquired a special set of skills over the years.
In everything I do…I see and focus on the smallest details that most people miss.
Which means, I’m very attentive and very thorough on anything I do. ”
He lightly nips my swollen clit, studying my reaction as his teeth graze my sensitive skin. “It’s my job to know what others’ weaknesses are and to use that to my advantage,” he continues, sliding his hands down my calves before placing them on his shoulders.
“And what’s my weakness?” I ask, breathlessly, as I lock my thighs against his head, keeping him right where I need him.
A smug smile flits across his lips as my body makes no attempt to hide what it wants.
“My body is your weakness,” he finally answers, “and wanting what I can give you, no matter the consequences it may bring.”
He’s not completely wrong. His body is one of my weaknesses, but what he doesn’t realize is that it’s not just his body that makes me put my heart on the line.
It’s him….all of him.
Cayden is my weakness.
“And what is your weakness?” I whisper.
His hands slide up my ass, and he inhales deeply before flicking his eyes to mine with a smirk.
“Now, why would I reveal that?” He asks, quirking up his eyebrow.
“Once you know a person’s weakness, you gain all the control.
” His lips touch my inner thigh, and when I feel his teeth graze over my sensitive skin, I raise up like an offering to him.
“I will say,” he says quietly, “That you, little moon, are becoming quite the problem for me.”
Before I can ask him what that means, he’s diving in, and all other thoughts vanish as my body becomes his once again.
“You girls did so good today,” I smile, clapping my hands at their little beaming faces. “I’m so proud of you all, and I know you’re going to make amazing fairy ballerinas this year in the show!”
They all excitedly jump around as I get out the fairy chest and set it down for them to pick out their treasure for the day.
I glance over at Cayden and see him leaning against the wall, watching me.
He’s been showing up every day for the past week for his private session, and each one ends up with me underneath him.
This afternoon was no exception, and I still have the sated look of a woman who’s been thoroughly taken care of to prove it.