Page 29 of Moonflower
Chapter seven
Cora
I wake to an empty bed. At first it doesn’t feel wrong because Matt normally gets out of bed before I do. But then I remember everything that happened last night, and a heavy weight settles on my chest.
Where are the boys?
Sitting up, I look around the room. Their bags are still on the floor, thank fuck. Not that I thought they would’ve left in the middle of the night. They love me too much to do that. Still, I was looking forward to waking up in their arms.
Maybe another time.
I get up, pulling on some clothes—leggings and a hoodie I stole from Wilder years ago. While I’m brushing my teeth, I give the bathroom a closer look. It’s impressive, how clean Matt got it compared to last time.
I can’t believe they made him clean it before they kicked him out.
Wilder is waiting in the hallway. He shoots me a glare.
“You’re supposed to be asleep still.”
“Um. Sorry? Why?”
Grabbing my arm, he pulls me into my room. “I was planning on waking you up.”
The weight on my chest dissipates. That’s so sweet. “I woke up alone.”
“Exactly. That wasn’t supposed to happen. I had a plan.” With that, Wilder picks me up and throws me onto the bed.
I squeal as I land on my back. Wilder is on the mattress in a split second, grabbing my leggings and yanking them off me. My panties come down too, and then Wilder holds my legs open and stares down at me. With a squirm, I try to close my legs. But he spreads them further apart.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. Then he lowers himself to his stomach and presses a kiss to my vulva.
“Wild,” I moan.
“I should’ve done this last night,” he says before circling my entrance with his tongue. His hands grip my thighs, pushing them apart as he nuzzles his face against me. “And then again before I even got out of bed.”
“Where did you two go?” I say breathlessly as he continues teasing me.
“We were gonna make you breakfast. Then we decided to go out and get something instead. Ezra will be back soon.”
“Oh. Where—”
He shushes me, finally lapping at my clit. The sparks his tongue shoots through my body are enough to shut me up. He’s going slowly, like he’s focusing on enjoying himself instead of making me come. But it still feels like heaven on earth.
“God, Wild, please don’t stop.”
He doesn’t answer, too focused on what he’s doing. As Wilder explores me with his mouth, my fingers curl into the messy sheets. He’s groaning into me, holding onto my thighs like he’s afraid I’ll float away if he lets go. His movements are adoring and reverent, gentle and sweet. It’s the opposite of how he was last night.
I move to take off my hoodie, but Wilder grabs my hands.
He lifts his head for a short moment, his eyes flicking to where his name is embroidered on the fabric right over my heart. “Keep it on.”
After that, he doesn’t let go of my hands, keeping them firmly in his grasp. He starts working me differently, concentrating more on my clit. Tension builds in my belly—no, my whole body—as he starts bringing me closer to an orgasm.
Since he’s not holding my legs open anymore, I wrap my thighs around his head. He groans, pressing his face into me. Then he sucks on my clit in a way that makes my eyes roll into the back of my head.
Everything about this feels right. Of course it does. We’ve all wanted it for so long. Not only that, but the three of us have always fit together so well. And now that we’re finally done holding back, it’s . . . well, it’s so much more than I ever imagined.
I don’t know how he does it, but it feels like Wilder is slowly pulling me apart. I can feel my orgasm coming the same way you can see a storm rolling in, so close but so far. Yet Wilder expertly inches me higher and higher, and I realize just how far I have to fall.