Blue Moon #3 (Story of Us Series - Into the Blue) - Sydney Jamesson Page 0,24

collapse slightly as she sighs. “I have to be back before curfew.”

“I should hope so. We can’t have you gallivanting about the globe on a school night, can we?” I tap her nose affectionately. “So, my dear wife, now you have me at your disposal what do you propose we do with the limited time we have?”

Aiming to tease me further she nibbles her thumbnail in that adorable way she does, feigning innocence. “There is something I’d like to do. If you don’t mind…?”

Just name it.

“There’s little chance that I’ll mind—whatever it is. I’m about to bust a zip here.”

She bites her lip. “I’d noticed that.”

Turning us around, so my ass rests on the edge of the desk, she reaches behind her and pulls the chair closer. Once seated, she runs her hands upwards from my knees, stopping only to tuck her hair behind her ears. The half-light of the desk lamp illuminates the smouldering blue hues flickering in her eyes. I’m reminded of a blond haired girl I once saw in an exhibition by Bec Winnel; a pencil drawing—glassy-eyed, expectant, moist lips: a vision of innocence and understated beauty.

“I’m listening.”

“I want to take you in my mouth and make you come. How does that sound?”

I throw back my head at the very thought of it. “How does it sound? Are you kidding me? After three days of jerking off in the shower … I’d say that sounds fucking awesome.” I’m nodding and smirking, trying unsuccessfully to hold off the laughter.

I love this woman. Not for the fact that she’s travelled a thousand miles to see me or that she’s about to blow me, but because she instinctively knows what I need—the closeness, the intimacy that we’ve both been denied for too long. Little does she know all that is about to change.

Standing, she takes my face in her warm hands and brushes her lips against mine, causing a tremulous tingle to descend from my lips, stimulating every nerve in my body. It travels at the speed of light to my groin causing it to ache with such a powerful longing it’s painful.

There’s so much I want to say, but words don’t come easy when you’re this fucking hard. All I can think about is being inside her mouth, feeling her breath on my skin, her tongue licking…

I cradle her face in my hands, caressing her cheeks with my thumbs, sliding my fingers into her hair, breathing her in like an intoxicating drug I can’t get enough of. “Distance can stop me from kissing you, but it can't stop me from loving you, Beth. You’re never far from my thoughts, baby. To have you here, is more than I could have hoped for.”

Sensing my need for attention, she smiles, descends my body, undoing my tie, leaving it spread out across my jacket while she unfastens buttons, then a belt, then my zip; all the time maintaining eye contact, holding me captive with the intensity of her stare.

I feel my breathing faltering as she dusts my tensing stomach muscles with feather-light kisses.

With the chair perfectly positioned, she sets about releasing me from my boxers, leaving my clothing pleated around my groin. She follows the dark trail leading to my throbbing cock.

Momentarily her eyes stray from mine, and she looks down at the extent of my arousal. She says nothing but there are words hanging in the air like heat rising from our bodies. With little need for actual words, she rests her cheek against my groin, almost reverently. I lift my right hand from the edge of the desk and fold it over her head, not to increase pressure, but to offer her my blessing. This half-light has created the perfect ambiance; there’s a stillness, a serenity that silently reminds us that the distance between us these past weeks has not lessened the depth of our love—if anything, it has brought us closer. We’re here together at this makeshift altar, ready to worship each other with saintly devotion.

As if in slow motion she raises her eyes, remembering where she is and what she’s about to do.

“Penny for your thoughts,” I ask, with a grin.

“Oh! My naughty thoughts will cost you more than that,” she replies, licking her lips.

Returning my hands to the edge of the desk, I brace myself and watch her set about her task. Is there anything hotter than having the woman you love, trail her tongue along the length of your cock? If there is, I’ve yet to

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