Page 33 of Moonflower
I can’t respond. My orgasm knocked the breath—what little I had—out of me. So I just stare up at him with a dazed smile, panting and still clutching his arms.
He kisses in between my breasts, then around one of my nipples before licking it. He does the same to the other side before fusing his mouth to mine. After he pulls back, he says, “It’s your turn.”
“My turn?”
“To fuck me.” Pulling out, he flops onto the bed next to me. “Give me all you’ve got, Moonflower.”
I crawl on top of him. After I’ve slid down his cock, he runs his palms over my thighs to my stomach, where the hoodie has fallen down.
“Dammit. Take it off.”
I pull it over my head, grinning at his reaction to seeing me fully naked. Then I start moving, up and down, savoring how he feels in this position.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You have no idea how you look from this angle.”
“Tell me,” I whisper, grabbing his hands and placing them on my hips.
Squeezing the soft flesh there, he whispers, “Captivating. Every glorious inch of you, Cora.”
I lean down and place my hands on his shoulders for balance. “That’s . . . fuck, that’s possibly the best compliment I’ve ever gotten.”
His eyes are greedy as he takes me in. I always wondered how it would feel to be completely naked in front of him and Ezra. Of course I didn’t think it would happen, but I still fantasized about it. Sometimes I imagined myself as a powerful seductress who could make them do anything I wanted. Which, let’s be honest, isn’t far from the truth.
Other times I worried I’d be insecure. I’ve known Wilder and Ezra since we were so small I can’t remember life without them. In all that time, they’ve never seen me completely naked. But they’ve never made me feel uncomfortable about any aspect of who I am. So, I suppose, it’s no surprise that as Wilder’s gaze rakes over me hungrily, I bask in his attention.
Shaking his head, he says, “I have no idea how I’ve survived this long without having you on top of me like this.”
With an eye roll, I say, “Probably because you don’t actually need this.”
“I do now,” he says, his tone completely serious. One of his hands moves from my hip, and he uses his thumb to gently rub my clit.
I’ve already come four times, but apparently that isn’t enough for him. He’s looking at me like he’s obsessed. Enraptured. Insatiable.
“I used to think about fucking you like this every morning,” I say, staring down at him.
He moans. “So did I. Made me come so hard. But shit, Cora. This is so much better than my hand.” To prove his point, he thrusts his hips upward, meeting my movements.
“Ooooh, oh god, Wild.”
He repeats the motion, his eyes burning with greed again. It looks like he wants to take and take and take from me. And after all he’s given this morning—hell, even without that—I’d let him take whatever he wants from me.
“Cora,” he groans, pressing his head into the mattress. With his free hand, he reaches up and squeezes one of my breasts. He brushes his thumb over my nipple.
I can’t help the gasp it pulls from me. Between that, him rubbing my clit, and me bouncing up and down on his dick, there’s no way I can last long.
“I’m dragging you back home with us,” he grits out, rolling his hips into me again. “I can’t go a day without this.”
Something about the way he says it pushes me over the edge. I think it’s because it sounds like he actually means it—like he’s not going to give me a choice. And while I want to finish out the school year here, I do love the thought of them kidnapping me.
“Fuck, fuck,” Wilder pants, holding onto me as I come.
It’s hard to keep moving while my thoughts go blank, but I manage. I hold Wilder’s gaze, relishing in the pure desperation on his features.
“Come for me, Wild,” I say, squeezing his shoulders.
It takes another couple seconds, and then he’s grabbing onto my thighs and choking out a groan. All of a sudden I get what he meant about never fucking me in the dark again. Last night, I could barely see him. And watching him come is addictive.
“Christ,” he wheezes as he spills inside of me, filling me the way I’ve wanted him to for years. He stares up at me, eyes wide, showing a completely different side than the put-together, calm, secure version of himself that Wilder usually presents to the world.