Page 32 of Moonflower
“Such a good girl,” he mutters, adjusting the fabric with one hand so his name is still in view. “You ready?”
“Please,” I whisper.
He keeps his thrusts slow and shallow at first. But I can see it in his eyes as he begins to lose control. His pupils dilate, and his nostrils flare when his willpower finally gives out. He groans, snapping his hips forward.
I cry out, grabbing onto his arms. “Do that again.”
He does, grunting when I clench around his dick. God, he feels so good.
“Touch yourself, Cora,” he says tightly. “Play with your clit the way you do when you’re in bed at night thinking about me and Ez fucking you together.”
With a moan, I obey. Wilder clamps a hand over my mouth, using his fingers to cover up my nostrils. I squeak in surprise.
“You said you wanted more, pretty girl. Did you change your mind?”
I shake my head, trying to inhale, but I can’t. My brain starts to panic, but my body rides the high from relinquishing control.
“So trusting,” Wilder says lowly. “My naive Moonflower, placing her life in my hands.”
My eyes widen in shock. Why does that sound like a threat?
Wilder’s gaze turns predatory as he watches me. “You’re squeezing my dick so hard, you greedy little thing. You like it when I scare you?”
I do. God, I do. But all I can manage is another squeak. My body is officially panicking from the lack of air. Everything is getting a little fuzzy, and I’m not sure if I should tap out or try to go longer.
Wilder makes my mind up for me, removing his hand from my face. Breathing has never felt so sweet, so needed.
“Why . . . why did you stop?” I ask after a couple seconds.
“You weren’t looking at me anymore. Weren’t looking at anything, really.” He pauses, still inside of me, and runs his hand through my hair. “Don’t push yourself right to the edge.”
Slowly, I nod as my heartbeat slows. “Right. Got it.”
He furrows his brows. “You good?”
“Yeah. That was just . . . um. Wow.”
“I don’t have to do it again.”
“No, I want you to,” I insist. “Please?”
He stares at me for a second, searching my face. “After a minute. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Okay.” I pull him down so his body is pressed against mine. Our lips meet immediately, and he starts moving inside of me again.
With him pressing into me, there isn’t much room for me to keep rubbing my clit, but he tries to give me space. We stay like that for a while, until I get closer. I think he can sense it—probably because of the tension building in my body. There’s no way he could miss it.
He gets up onto his knees, still leaning over me with his hands by my head. “Deep breath, Cora.”
Giddiness and anticipation rush through me as I do what he says. And then his hand is clamped over my mouth and nostrils again. He picks up the pace of his thrusts, not taking his eyes off me.
Before, I could feel my orgasm creeping up on me. But now it’s like it’s chasing after me, so close I’m not sure why it hasn’t hit me yet.
“Look at me, Moonflower,” Wilder says, slamming into me repeatedly. “That’s it. Now be a good girl and come for me so I can let you breathe.”
With a whimper against his hand, I finally come. He releases me, and the sudden intake of air shoves me into a new level of orgasm I’ve never felt before. Everything feels more intense, like all of my senses are overloaded in the most pleasurable way. After a gasp, I cry out, clinging to Wilder’s arms.
“Shit,” he murmurs, still watching me. “I’m never fucking you in the dark again.”