Page 54 of Moonflower
“I want to tie you up.”
Her eyes light up with curiosity and desire. “Really?”
“God yes. Is that okay?”
She moans just from the idea. “I thought you’d never ask.”
As I grab my ropes from my bag, I slide off the rest of my clothes. Cora’s gaze rakes over me greedily, further spreading the fire in my veins.
“Let me know if it gets uncomfortable,” I say.
I pull her to the edge of the bed and have her bend her knees. She watches silently as I first work on her right leg, starting at the ankle with a bowline tie. Then I wind the rope around her thigh and calf, binding them together and carefully tying each hitch on the way back down.
“Oh,” she murmurs, shifting slightly.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. I . . . I like it.”
“Not too tight?”
She shakes her head.
“Good.” I kiss the inside of her knee.
As I work on doing another spiral futomomo on her left leg, Cora’s breathing gets heavier. A cursory glance in between her legs tells me she’s even wetter than she was before.
“I can’t wait to slide into you,” I say, finishing with the rope before stepping back to look at my work.
Cora has herself propped up on her elbows. The second I move away, she instinctually closes her legs. I yank them open again.
“Uh uh. These thighs, Cora. They were made to be wrapped around my head. But today, I want them spread wide open.”
She bites her lip bashfully, and it’s the sweetest, most adorable thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on.
My knees hit the floor. For a second, I just gaze at her, spreading her legs more to get a better look. “So pretty,” I whisper.
She whimpers as my breath hits her skin. And then again when I part her gently. Her taste coats my tongue, ripping a guttural moan from my chest.
“Ez,” she breathes.
“Hands, Cora.”
“What?”
“Hands. In my hair. Now.”
She lays back, and then I feel her fingers grabbing onto my curls. She can’t prop herself up anymore, so I can’t see her face, but I’m perfectly fine with the trade off.
I lick her from entrance to clit before delving into her. The little gasp she makes is exactly the reaction I was hoping to pull from her. She clenches around my tongue before I pull out and flick her clit gently.
“Oh my god, Ezra.”
When I pull away, her fingers tighten in my hair, and it makes me grin. “You’re such a desperate little thing.”
“It feels . . . it feels so good, Ezra. Please do it again.”
I oblige. How could I not? I’ve thought of this exact moment so many times. Stopping would be the last thing I could ever want.