“Why…?” he began, before she touched his lips with her finger, silencing him.
“Because this is her home too, baby. This was hers, you were hers, long before you were mine, and she’s still part of you, of both of you. One day that little boy will need to know who his momma was, so leave that picture there, and let her see him every day, and he can see her, and maybe they’ll work somethin’ out together. You need it too, baby; she didn’t leave you; she didn’t run off and desert you and her baby; she was taken from you, for no good reason, and that’s why she’s still a part of you, and she always will be; I understand and accept that. Now make me feel at home, too, Joey Anderson!”
Joey stared at her in wonder, amazed again at her maturity and acceptance, and her compassion and understanding.
“How did I ever deserve you?” he smiled as she nuzzled his neck while unbuttoning his shirt. Luna nipped him even as his hands slid around her waist, then strayed lower, to cup and squeeze her taut rump.
“Give me a while to figure it out, hotshot!” she purred as she ground herself against the bulge suddenly tenting the front of his jeans. Joey grinned happily as he fumbled with the button of her jeans. As he unsnapped the button, he slid his hands under the waistband and into her jeans, pushing them down even as he once more squeezed her bottom, making her giggle.
“Wait up, baby, I got this!” she husked, wriggling her hips as she pulled her jeans down and kicked them off. Joey grinned as his hands once more slipped down and around her tempting ass, revelling in the feel of the taut, smooth flesh molding against his gently squeezing hands. Luna giggled as she leaned away slightly so she could pull her top over her head, to stand in his arms in just her bra and panties. Joey’s eyes sparkled as his head dipped down to kiss her throat, her shoulder, eventually planting a gentle kiss on the swell of her breast in its fabric case.
“It unsnaps at the front…” she whispered, as Joey grazed on her breasts, his hands still gently fondling and squeezing her bottom.
“I know, baby, give me time,” he murmured, enjoying the feel of her warm, smooth skin against his lips, then lightly kissing her back up along her throat, her chin, to once more kiss her lips. They kissed gently, unhurriedly, Joey slipping his tongue into her mouth to fence and tangle with hers, his fingers unhooking her bra clasp so she could shrug it off and he could hold her firm little breasts cupped in his hands again. His thumbs gently brushed against her stiff, sensitive nipples, making her gasp and writhe with every caress.
Now Luna unbuckled his belt and slid it out of the loops before she undid the button on his jeans. Joey toed his shoes off and sat on the bed so he could pull his jeans off, then pulled her closer, his lips finding her nipples even as his hands once more clenched around her taut ass. He held her close while he suckled her delightfully stiff, fat little nipples. Luna slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and began to slide them down, but Joey took over, his hands smoothing her flanks as he slowly slid the wispy material down her smooth thighs and past her knees.
Luna stepped out of her panties and grinned as she pushed him flat on his back. As he reached for her, she grabbed the hem of his shorts and tugged sharply, yanking them off him in one fluid motion.
“Me naked, you naked, Joey, that’s how it works!” she grinned, arms akimbo at the foot of the bed. Joey gazed wonderingly at her in the soft golden light from the bedside lamps, her pale skin touched to a pale gold, and her hair like lustrous antique bronze, a deep mahogany with glints of gold in the warm light; only the green of her eyes remained untouched by the golden light, still clear and bright, like vivid, sun-touched emeralds, deep and entrancing.
He stared at her, enthralled by her beauty, enchanted by her presence, his head swirling with how much he wanted her, and not just the bodily need of a man for his woman; something deeper inside him, something primal and seated in the very core of him, needed her, wanted her, had already made her part of him, and it would not be denied.
“Come to bed, baby…” he whispered, unable to speak louder as the moment of enchantment overwhelmed him; he held out his hand to her, and she came to him, her soft body molding against his as their lips met. This time there was no light-hearted play, no bantering or teasing; something deeper and more deep-seated than either of them could comprehend grew about them, an unquestionable and undeniable ‘rightness’; they were meant to be together, they were meant to be here, and this would always be their moment, the moment they truly became one.
Luna again ground and rubbed herself against him, feeling again that need, the need to hold him, and possess him, and be taken by him, and her kisses showed it as they kissed almost hard enough to bruise their lips. Joey too felt that same urge, his cock aching with the need to bury itself in her, to fill her as he fucked her wildly. His lips sought out her nipples, his tongue and teeth grazing, licking, sucking, driving her wild with lustful need. First, though, there was something she wanted to give her man.
With a heave, Luna rolled Joey onto his back, her lips and teeth grazing his nipples as she squeezed and pumped his throbbing erection, making him groan and shudder with renewed lust and the need to slake it soon. Luna continued to kiss and lick his chest, his stomach, wondering at her heightened perception of the taste of him, of his skin and the sharp, tangy sweat, at the texture of each crisp hair on his chest and outlining his well-defined ‘six-pack’, to that line of short, fine hairs leading from his navel to merge with the dark blond mass of crisp curls at the base of his cock. Joey writhed as she teased and tormented him, her fingers still pumping him as she kissed his torso.
Suddenly, she broke off her kissing and nibbling him. When he looked up into her eyes, she smiled slyly at him, her eyes glinting wickedly.
“Something special for you baby…!” she whispered, and then he closed his eyes and tensed, groaning out loud as her soft, glistening lips closed tightly around the head of his straining cock. Jagged bolts of light flared and flashed behind his eyelids as the hot succulence of her mouth enclosed and overwhelmed him, the shock of pleasure almost tipping him over the edge there and then as almost forgotten sensations once more made themselves felt. Joey gritted his teeth, trying desperately to hold back as the hot suctioning drove spikes of pleasure into his brain. Luna could feel him alternately tensing and relaxing as his body tried to override his mind, his muscles quivering with tension as he fought to hold back, to prolong what he was feeling. She smiled to herself even as her lips slid up and down on him, the taste of him also waking deep and primal instincts in her.
“No, wait… please…” he gasped, and she looked at him in surprise, and then, as he took her hand, she smiled in understanding. Without relinquishing her grip on him, she threw her leg over him, straddling him even as her head once more dipped down.
Joey pulled her hips closer, listening with satisfaction to her gasp as he pulled her taut buttocks apart, and buried his face between them, his tongue once more probing her wet succulence, and gently lapping at the tense little crinkle of her tight anus, making her shudder and gasp each time his tongue-tip prodded gently against that enticing little target.
And so they writhed and gasped together, each pleasuring the other, lips and tongues teasing, tasting, arousing to a fever pitch, both holding back from that final surge, each savouring the moment, and delaying the inevitable. At last, Luna couldn’t take it any longer. Her movements against him told him she was nearing the point of no return, and so he too began to relax, letting his feelings have free rein, feeling her lips sink lower and lower on his aching cock, the urge to explode inside her, anywhere inside her, rising wild and uncontrollable.
“Ooohhh, Goooddd, oooohhh yesss!” she growled, her pussy shuddering and convulsing as orgasm swept over her, and with that he, too, finally tipped over the edge, groaning loudly as pulse after pulse of hot sperm blasted out of him and into her hungry mouth. Luna gulped and sucked avidly as he filled her, his hands squeezing and fondling her gleaming white flanks, and when he dragged the flat of his tongue over her juicy wet slit, to rub the point over and then push into the tight crease of her anus, she screamed in ecstasy as orgasm once more bulleted through her, outlining her bones in white fire as her limbs froze in the ecstatic, painless agony of utter fulfilment.
How long they hung in limbo like that they couldn’t know, each trembling and soaring through an endless, achingly perfect moment, to finally slump down as reality once more flooded them, leaving behind that memory of utter, perfect oneness, the connection between the two of them now full and complete.
Luna finally stirred and slipped off him, pivoting to lie next to him, sheltering in his arm as the trills and tremors of aftershock slowly died away, feeling Joey likewise calm and compose himself once more .
As they lay together, sated and fulfilled, Luna smiled as she wiped the tears that had rolled unheeded down his cheeks even as they had made love, and kissed his fingers as he too wiped her tears away. That splendid moment of true epiphany had passed in both of them, but the knowledge and understanding it had left in its wake, and the connection it had forged, still remained, felt by both of them at some deeper level than mere conscious thought. Now they were complete, now they were truly family.
“What happened there, baby?” whispered Joey, his voice soft but still awestruck. Luna shook her head, dazed but bursting with happiness.
“I don’t know, baby, but whatever it was, it was the most wonderful… all I know is, when I think of you, I feel like Christmas morning, the first day of summer, the best birthday I ever had, and Snow Day all rolled into one. I want to cry, and I want to laugh, and I want run through town naked and scream your name on every street-corner, and I want to hold you and never let you go. Now you know how much I love you, Joey Anderson!”
Joey smiled as he kissed her happy tears away, his lips finding hers and affirming what she had felt; now they had each other, and they were complete, forever bonded.