Blue Moon by Mackenzie McKade

she couldn’t help wondering if he was as hard as she was wet. She didn’t have to wait long to discover the truth. Thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, he slid them down his legs and kicked them aside.
    Sam breathed in the sight of him. Masculine. Hard. Ready. His cock arched proudly against his belly. Already a glisten of pearly come anointed the mushroom head. She held out her arms and he climbed on the bed, his naked body sliding seductively next to hers. Just the touch of his skin against hers set her afire. Sharp tingles burst in each nipple and spread fast through her breasts, now heavy and achy. Desire dampened her thighs.
    This man was her husband. The thought made her breath catch. She turned to him and pressed her lips to his. His mouth was a contradiction, both soft and firm.
    “Thank you,” he murmured against her mouth.
    “For what?”
    “Marrying me.”
    Sam nudged his shoulders, pushing his back against the mattress. He went willingly. His hungry gaze watched her intently as she threw a leg over his hips and settled against his rigid erection. Slowly and deliberately, she glided her pussy over him, greeting him with her juices while she rocked, back and forth.
    “It was my pleasure.” Her voice had become throaty, a whisper of seduction.
    His large hands smoothed up her legs, starting at the bend of her knee and stopping at her waist. A wisp of controlled strength sent goose bumps across her flesh.
    “Ride me, baby.” He moaned, before reaching for her breasts that swayed with each little movement.
    Sharp fingernails grazed his chest. When she dragged them across his nipples, he growled, raising her. Without further thought of foreplay, he forced her body to accept his.
    As his cock parted her slit, spread her wide, the inner muscles of her pussy flexed, caressing and sucking him deeper. Then she pulled back so that the head of his shaft stood poised at her entrance, and paused. Drawing out the anticipation of taking him again into her swollen heat, she finally eased back down his shaft.
    “Damn, woman. So hot and tight.”
    Grinding her hips into his, she squirmed against him, loving the feel of his cock rubbing against the walls of her sex, an itch developing that only he could scratch. She rode him nice and slow and then doubled the pace. The angle and the pressure on her clit were too much. Light splintered the darkness behind her eyelids. Sam began to tremble. She had to back off or she’d lose it.
    As she attempted to rise, Kyle’s grip on her hips tightened. He pinned her to him, bucking beneath her, increasing the rhythm, increasing the pleasure.
    “Kyle! I’m too close. Stop.” She wouldn’t last. Couldn’t wait for him. He had to let her go.
    “Reach for it, baby.” His hips did something that made her core ripple around him. “We have all night.”
    “Please.” Yet surrender was in her weakened tone, in her actions as she bore down upon him, found that sweet spot and ground against it.
    A volley of tremors shook her to the core. She gasped. Exploded. Tossing back her mane of hair, she screamed. Shards of lightning ripped through her, jerking her body. Uncontrollable spasms refused to release her. When they did, emotion welled in her eyes.
    Sam blinked, forcing back the tears stinging her eyes. “I love you,” she choked.
    He tucked a tendril of hair behind her ear. “I know, baby. I love you too.”
    Sam collapsed atop him. Skin slick with perspiration met hers. His masculine essence teased her senses as he nipped her shoulder, dipping his tongue into the hollow of her collarbone before feathering kisses up her neck. Before their mouths met, he flipped her over and draped her with his weight.
    A finger slid over her nipple and he watched as it tightened into a needy bud. Gently, he kneaded her breasts. “Now it’s my turn.” He wagged his brows. “I’m going to show you just how much I love you.”
    The man was true to his words, moving between her legs and laying on