Page 163 of Crystal Luna

The way he understood, the loss of his luna had crippled Heath in more ways than one. He and Vel had never been able to fully engage in anything sexual.

Isaiah peeled his eyes open, using a finger to tilt Vel’s face until their eyes met. He shook as her fingers still experimented with his shaft. “Do you want me to show you what I like?”

She bit her lip, slowly bobbing her head up and down.

“If you don’t enjoy it, I want you to tell me.”

Another nod.

“Out loud, Vel,” he scolded with a smirk.

Her cheeks flushed the sweetest shade of pink he’d ever seen. “I will tell you.”

“Wrap your fingers around the base.”

Panting, she obeyed, fisting him lightly right at the base of his cock. He laid a hand over her and guided her to tighten her grip.

“Don’t be shy.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

A chuckle he wasn’t able to withhold vibrated in his chest. “I guess that privilege is all Ash’s.” With his free hand he ran his thumb over her lips. “You’re doing so well, and I promise I’ll tell you when something hurts me.”

Isaiah didn’t miss the way Vel clenched her thighs together. With his hand over hers, he slid their fists all the way to his tip then back down.

“Mhmm,” he hummed. “Just like that.”

He’d waited so long for her touch that it took all he had not to come on the spot. He groaned as she increased her pace. Vel watched, entranced as she pleased him, her free hand rubbing her thigh to the same rhythm. She was so fucking innocent it was adorable.

The sight of her coaxed a few more drops of sweet liquid from him. With wide eyes, she licked her lips and all Isaiah could think about was that mouth wrapped around him as he shot down her throat.

“Do you remember what you did to Ash?”

She nodded without taking her eyes off him.

“I want you to taste me like you did him. Can you do that?”

She swallowed hard, insecurity peeking through her lust.

“It’s alright, little luna. Take your time.”

After what felt like hours of deliberation, she leaned forward.

Vel’s tongue touched him first, swiping that drop of precum before it fell to the floor. A moan pushed its way past Isaiah’s lips. She lapped up the clear liquid like she thirsted for it. Then, she peered up at him through her lashes, seeking his approval—maybe even his praise. She’d been so focused on tasting him that her fist around his base had frozen in place. Isaiah had to admit that he loved how she now looked to him for guidance.

“You’re doing so well,” he praised, letting her eyes light up. Isaiah squeezed her hand again to let her know to keep going.

His free hand cupped the back of her neck. “Close your lips around me; let your tongue keep playing.”

And the moment she did that, Isaiah knew he couldn’t hold it much longer. He gently applied pressure to her neck and guided her lower.

“Try to take a little more,” he voiced.

She did as he asked of her, but he could feel her tense up.

“Relax, little moon. You’re doing great—you don’t have to take it all. It feels incredible.”

Under watchful eyes he saw how she tried to relax. Isaiah eased his pressure on her neck, caressing her jawline instead.