A Wishing Moon by Sable Hunter Page A

engagement announcement and I thought I would die. I talked to her housekeeper and she told me the wedding had been called off and I came back to life.”
    “ I want to make love to you. This may be our last few minutes together.”
    What he said made no sense to her. Their time together had just begun. Arabella was convinced she would be able to find him in only a matter of days. Regardless, she could no more resist him than she could deny her next breath. He eased her lace camisole over her head.
    “ You are undoubtedly the most beautiful woman in the world.” He reverently cupped the underside of both breasts and lifted them, tracing the shell pink nipples with his fingers. “Arabella, you are perfect—so delicate. Your skin is so soft. I can’t get enough of touching you.” He easily picked her up and carried her to a bed of grass nearby. Laying her on her back, he gazed down at her. “You have made Hell bearable for me. I will never forget you. Let me love you, please.”
    “ I want you, Jade, desperately.” She held up her arms and welcomed him. He lay down beside her and caressed her face. His eyes studied her features, as if committing them to memory for eternity. He bent down and began kissing her brow, then playfully kissed down the bridge of her nose before capturing her jealous lips. Their tongues intertwined, tasting the passion that had arisen so quickly. His fingers teased her nipples and soon she was lifting her hips up from the ground in the soundless rhythm of life. His hand moved lower and eased the satin panties down her legs and out of the way.
    Leaving her lips, his mouth began a tortuous, incredible journey down her throat, over her breasts, past her navel and into the petal-soft folds of her femininity. This had to be a dream, because nothing could have felt so good. He sweetly kissed every inch of her, his tongue foretelling the wonders to come. Moving upward, he found her pulsating, ultra-sensitive pearl and licked the little bud with the tip of his tongue until the constellations crashed and the sun exploded in the sky.
    “ Hold me, I’m afraid I’ll disappear.”
    He did not let her leave him. Ridding himself of his jeans, he covered her with his body. He cradled her until she stopped shaking and her breath returned to near normal. When her eyes met his, for the first time she felt shy. No one had ever done the things to her this man had, even if it was in a dream. Putting aside her reticence, she stared boldly at him, reached her hand down between them and touched the hard, hot erection eager for attention. “Please, inside me, please.”
    He raised himself up, sat back and gently spread her legs. With one hand, he opened her tight depths, which were moist and aching to be filled. Never leaving her gaze, he lifted each leg and placed them on either side of his thighs. She trembled in anticipation.
    “ Guide me, Arabella.”
    Realizing what he wanted, she reached out and closed her hand around his thick, engorged penis. His cock moved in her palm and she was fascinated at the life she held in her hand. Arching her hips, she drew him closer until the head of his member touched the moist heart of her vulva. Ever so gently, he eased himself down into her. The warm, wet haven stretched to accept his entrance.
    The interior muscles of her womanhood contracted around his hard, male heat. There was no pain, only pleasure. His driving need thrust into her again and again, and she felt her desire change from joyful acceptance to a burning hunger. As he maintained the pumping strokes, her legs involuntarily wrapped around his waist and she pushed herself even deeper onto his rock-hard shaft. She watched his face as the emotions of overwhelming sensation flowed over him. She had never known how insatiable she could be, as she moved to meet him—lifting her hips to rock against him; hot, wet, and with voluptuous abandon. She did not want this dream to end; she relished every moment and every