Page 47 of Moonflower
She smiles up at him, eyes shining. Then he kisses her gently, eating up her little sigh of contentment. From what I can tell, she loves how he goes from fucking her like he hates her to treating her like she’s the most precious thing in the world.
Hell, even I think it’s sweet. I don’t know what put the thought in his head that she wouldn’t want him. Especially with the way she’s clinging to him right now.
When Ezra breaks off the kiss, he gets to his knees in front of her. “Spread your legs for me.”
She does, gasping when he puts one of her legs over his shoulder. She runs one of her hands through his curls. When Ezra presses small, worshipful kisses to the stretch marks on her inner thighs, she tugs on his hair with a moan.
Finally, he places his mouth directly in between her legs and sucks. Her hand tightens in his hair, and she grinds against his face with a whimper.
“You like that, my beautiful Moonflower?”
“I—I think about this all the time.”
“What, me eating you out?”
She shakes her head. “Me playing with your hair. While . . . while you do this.”
He pulls back slightly, his gaze boring into hers. “Is that why you reacted so strangely when you saw I grew out my hair?”
“Maybe.”
“Were you thinking about it then? On that video call? Were you thinking of me sucking on this pretty clit of yours while you had your fingers in my hair?”
With a whimper, she nods. “I like your curls.”
“Fuck,” he whispers. “What are you waiting for, then?”
She twists her fingers into his curls with a bashful, moonlit smile. It’s sweet—cute, even.
“Both of them,” Ezra snaps. “Both hands. Now, Cora.”
She obeys in an instant, fisting his curls and tugging. With a groan, Ezra buries his face in between her legs. I watch as she throws her head back, hitting the cross so hard it probably hurts. But she’s so distracted by Ezra’s ministrations, I’m not sure the pain even registers in her mind.
“Ez,” she moans. “Ezra, you feel so good.”
He keeps one arm wrapped around the leg that’s over his shoulder. With his free hand, he drives two fingers in and out of her. I can hear the wet noises from where I’m standing, and my god is it hot.
Tension builds in Cora’s body, visible to me as her shoulders bunch up and her fingers tighten around Ezra’s curls. Her standing leg is shaking, and it looks like she’s barely hanging on for dear life. A low moan leaves her mouth, guttural and loud.
Is she gonna come already? Damn, Ezra.
When Cora cries out, the sound echoes through the graveyard. If anyone’s within earshot, I’m sure it’s creepy as hell. But for us, it’s . . . well, it’s everything the three of us have ever wanted.
Ezra pushes Cora higher as she comes on his tongue, lapping at her until she pushes his head away. He tries to dive back in, but she shakes her head.
“Too sensitive, Ezra. Need break. One . . . one minute.”
He obliges, pressing a kiss to her stomach. They stay like that, both of them panting, until Cora has caught her breath.
Standing, Ezra maneuvers her leg so it’s wrapped around his torso. Then he bends his knees, guiding his cock until he’s nestled deep inside of her. They both moan.
When he grabs her ass, moving to pick her up, Cora frowns.
“Ezra, what—”
“I’m fucking you against this cross, Moonflower. Nothing you can say will change my mind.”
Her eyes widen, and she swears under her breath. And then she wraps her arms around his neck, and he lifts her so she can lock her ankles behind his back. He presses her to the cross and thrusts into her, making her cry out.