Perfect Love (A Celestra Novella) by Addison Moore Read Free Book Online Page B

this is a breathtaking beauty that I could never have imagined. I would have loved her if she were flat as a board. But now all my mind can think of was new ways to fuck her. I can’t help it though. That overtly male part of me has taken over. My brain made some piss-poor decisions in the past, but and tonight my dick is hell bent on making some great ones.
    “Skyla,” it barely crests my lips in a whisper as I consume myself just staring at her body. I had spent a large part of the past two years getting myself off night after night to her likeness, my mind filling in the gaps of what her body might look like, and I’m damn pleased to see I was spot on, except for the fact she’s infinitely more beautiful naked than I ever could have imagined. I force my eyes shut and let out a groan, trying not to lose it right here before we ever formally get to second base. If I had any pure intent, I left it back on Paragon. Hell, I’ve never had any pure intent with Skyla.
    She unbuckles my jeans, and I muscle both them and my boxers right off my body. I toss the wet mess onto the floor as Skyla’s heated skin grazes over mine. It feels electric as if she’s branding me with her searing flesh. I imagine her name in sizzling letters, flaming across my chest, and I wholeheartedly approve of the burn.
    I sit up and straddle her with my knees, venerating her from this vantage point. The candlelight dances over her skin, enlivening her in a series of golden flames—her skin flickering in spasms like Christmas lights. I trace my finger over her chest all the way down to her belly. She’s here, so perfect in every way, and it takes far more restraint than I ever thought possible to keep myself from weeping like a pussy. I’m losing it on the inside. This is far more than I can take—way more than I ever deserve. I’m the one who cost us everything. I’m the reason we won’t be replicating this effort next week. I’ve got no one else to blame.
    It takes everything in me to push the self-hatred away, shelve it for another day. Instead, I focus in on the last stitch of clothing left lingering between us and run my thumbs along the inside of her panties in an effort to evict them from the scene. Skyla reaches down and helps wiggle them off, her eyes never breaking their gaze with mine. It’s electrifying. You can see the damn sparks flying around the room as the air charges around us. It snaps and crackles as if the flames were cheering us on, applauding our efforts.
    “Come here.” She pulls me down until my bare flesh seals over hers, inch by erotic inch, and I let out a soft groan. Skyla coils her fingers through my hair, pulling and tugging as if it were all she can do to hold on one minute more. She plunges her tongue into my mouth hot and viral, letting me know this party is just getting started. Her breathing grows erratic. She chokes a groan from her throat as if this is too much to bear.
    I’m greedy for him, all of him. The world stills around us as our bodies sway in a rhythm all their own—Logan and I dancing to the beat of our special brand of love.
    I smile through our kisses as I listen in on her thoughts. My dick is ready to burst through its casing, it’s that fucking hard.
    I reach over and grab a condom from Dudley’s pornographic care package, although there’s not one pornographic implication about anything that’s about to go down. This is love. This is beauty in the most perfect sense. I rip it open with my teeth and roll it over myself, slow and easy. Skyla hikes up on her elbows and watches the show. I’d say something stupid, but I don’t dare ruin the moment. If she wants to watch, I’m all for it. Heck, if she wants to help roll it on, I’d be down for that, too—so long as she’s with me, excited as hell to be here like I am.
    Skyla wraps her legs around me as I lower myself onto her body.
    “I love you so damn much,” I pant the words directly into her ear, my chest raging against hers