Blue Moon: Too Good to Be True by A. E. Via Page A

Max’s back, loving the feel of the definition there. Max’s back was strong and firm. It told Angel that Max wasn’t a stranger to hard work and labor. Fucking perfect.
    He could see his man battling with himself. His eyes were closed tight, and his hands were planted firmly on Angel’s waist. He moved in closer so that their mouths were only an inch apart. Neither one spoke or moved.
    Silence. Breathing.
    Angel moved his hands slowly up Max’s back until one hand wound its way into his soft hair. He could feel Max stroking his long hair, making him drop his eyelids half-closed. The feeling of this man caressing his hair was making him drunk with desire. Angel pulled him in and let their lips connect for the first time. The spark was instantaneous. Max’s lips were full, soft, and slightly timid. Angel couldn’t wait another moment to taste this man.
     
    Max had his hands buried in long silky tresses of coconut goodness, but it never fooled his mind into thinking he was kissing a woman. His full frame was completely flush against Angel’s hard body, Angel’s erection prominent and pressing deliciously into his own. His Angel was all male, and he was giving Max the best kiss of his life. Max felt Angel delectably licking at his bottom lip, coaxing it to open a little wider and allow him full access.
    Permission granted.
     
    Angel’s moist tongue began its exploration cautiously. He started with tasting Max’s lips, licking and sucking them so gently that it made his knees weak. The grip on the back his head amped up in pressure, and it directed Max’s head slightly to the left to perfectly align their mouths together. The supple tongue worked its way in deeper and back out again to lick the neglected corners of his mouth. Mmmm…fuck, that’s good. His man tasted slightly minty coupled with expensive rum, and a flavor that had to be all Angel, and it was making Max melt. He suddenly had a revelation that up until this moment he’d never truly been kissed. Until now he’d thought kissing was slightly overrated. One thing Max was certain about was that he didn’t want Angel to stop anytime soon.
    Angel’s other hand caressed Max’s slightly stubbled cheek. He felt Angel’s thick thumb roam its way under his chin and tilt his head back a little, giving him no other option except to comply with the direction. He felt Angel’s tongue slowly lick across the roof of his mouth as if he wanted no space left unexplored.
    Max’s eyes closed completely and he let himself feel everything this special man had to offer. He was completely high now. He felt like he was floating on a cloud…a moonlit cloud. Everything outside of this moment was irrelevant. Fuck it that this was a man he had wrapped tightly in his arms.
    Fuck that there was a thick, stiff dick poking him hard in his left thigh. Fuck who had something to say about it. Fuck if this wasn’t the best he’d felt in his life.
    Max believed Angel must have sensed his acceptance, because right then the dancing of their tongues kicked up twenty staccato notes. The oceans waves serenaded them as they rocked back in forth in each other’s arms.
    They never battled for dominance, only tasted and moaned their pleasures into each other’s mouths before Max had to break the kiss to take a much needed breath.
    So good . Damn.
    Angel eased back from the kiss but kept his grip on the back of Max’s neck. Max let his forehead rest against Angel’s. His mouth was still open, releasing short bursts of breath into Angel’s mouth. Max stared back into
    those alluring dark eyes. He was blissfully distracted by Angel’s rogue hand that was now making its way toward his groin. He brushed his palm gently over Max’s bulge causing him to hiss between clenched teeth. Fuck . Max buried a little deeper into Angel’s embrace, silently asking for more, hoping Angel would be more than happy to oblige. He dropped his hand from behind Max’s neck and wrapped a strong arm around