The Magi Lunations: Maebry's Vision

Fourteen

"I can't stop pulling on that connection between us. I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop telling you things I shouldn't. I can't stop wanting you even though you'll never be mine."

My heartbeat thundered in my ears.

I crossed the space between us in seconds and crawled on his lap to bring our chests together. Finally I had the height advantage. I bracketed his face and kissed him thoroughly. I began moving my hips, and he groaned. His hands grabbed at my hips, my ass.

With our chests flush together, the nagging pulling session finally stopped. As if it was finally where it was meant to be.

I wiggled and moaned, unsure what I needed.

Biltmore knew.

He pulled his hands under my thighs and stood up, wrapping my legs around his waist. We kept kissing as he turned off the nearby light, and we collapsed onto the tiny bed.

He thrusted against me a few times, and my eyes sparked. Even through my clothes, I felt like I was imploding.

He reluctantly left my mouth to kiss behind my ear, down my neck, across my collarbone, and then he paused and looked up. I nodded my consent as he slowly rolled the straps of my black yoga outfit off my shoulders. He reverently pulled my arms out and continued peeling down the fabric. The cups of the built-in bra popped down in one pull, revealing my breasts in his moonlight-soaked room.

Biltmore's breathing grew ragged as he looked his fill. Just like the night in the brewery, he took his time with his eyes first.

Then, those green eyes found mine, and he leaned back up to cup my face, "You are the loveliest thing I've ever seen in the world, Mae." He quickly sat back up to continue his examination. Finally one hand hovered over each nipple. They'd already furled tight in anticipation. He pinched. He plucked. He twisted. He added both hands. My head flopped back with a moan as he started kneading my entire breast, and then his mouth found a nipple.

I groaned.

"Stay with me, Mae."

I forced my eyes open, only to look down and see his luscious hair bowed down to my chest. Worshipping me. Then he looked up at me as he kissed my sternum – that place where we felt joined.

My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts. The Bible verse floated in my mind.

I inhaled deeply, and he did smell of the ancient Magi spices.

He kept rolling my outfit down and his tongue followed. I kicked off my flats, and before I knew it, I was on his twin bed in only my panties.

Biltmore stood above me, again just looking and sawing breath in and out. "You have no idea how many times I've seen this...But you're so much more perfect in real life."

I hooked my fingers through the sides of my panties to start wiggling them down.

"No," he almost hollered. "You can't do that. I won't be able to stop. Please."

After taking several slow, mindful breaths to collect himself, he stretched out next to me. We kissed slowly, as if we had all the time in the world. His right hand delved into my panties, and he coaxed a song out of me with his fingers.

As my head lolled back, Sister Moon's full face shone on me. Her perfect circle filled my entire iris until I could see every nook and divot on her round face. My betrothal may have been prophesied in the stars, but the moon – the moon would always call me to Biltmore.