Page 22 of Moonflower
“I want to kiss you,” I beg.
He yanks me up, holding me so my back is pressed into him. Grabbing my chin, he turns my head so he can capture my mouth in a heated, possessive kiss. I was right—he tastes like me. It satisfies something deep inside of me that I didn’t know existed until this moment.
Why I expected Ezra to be sweet and gentle is beyond me. Don’t get me wrong—this is a thousand times better. It’s just not how he normally acts.
“Play with your clit, Cora. I need to feel you come.” His hand that was gripping my chin slides down over my throat, squeezing the sides just enough that I moan.
One of my hands snakes in between my legs, and I rub my clit the way I like.
“God, I love how obedient you are,” Ezra whispers before nibbling on the shell of my ear.
I groan, moving my fingers faster. They slip, going too far, and I brush against Ezra’s cock as it moves in and out of me. I let my fingers stay there for a moment, trying to cement in my head just how real this is. Then I move back to my clit.
“Shit.” Ezra grabs my chin and turns me to him again. As his lips move against mine, he continues thrusting into me, and the new angle is like experiencing heaven on earth. “Fuck, Cora. I’m gonna come. I need to come inside you.”
“Yes,” I cry. “Please, Ezra.”
His grip on me tightens. And then he groans, his hips slowing. “Oh god, oh god, oh my god, Cora.”
I think it’s because I’ve thought about it so many times. Wanted it so badly for so many years. Because when he comes, I do, too, in the most explosive, mind-numbing way.
Thankfully, the bookshelf is in reach, because my orgasm hits me with dizzying force. I grab onto it, moving my finger lightly over my clit as Ezra finishes inside of me.
As we both come down, he holds me close to him. We’re both shaking, and my mind is absolutely racing.
Holy shit.
Holy fucking shit.
Did all that actually happen?
“Cora. You’re still on birth control, right?” There’s a hint of worry in Ezra’s voice.
“I am, yeah.”
“Thank fuck,” he mutters, pressing his forehead to my shoulder. Then he straightens, taking the straps of my costume and helping me back into them.
“Where did my underwear go?” I ask, searching the floor for them.
“I’ve got them here,” Wilder says, holding them above my head when I reach for them.
“Wild! I need those.”
He pulls a pair of folded-up, orange panties from his pocket and hands them to me. “Grabbed these from your drawer. Was always planning on keeping the ones you wore tonight.”
Ezra snickers. “You’re fucking obsessed.”
“What, like you’re not?”
Ezra grins, grabbing my face and kissing me. “Definitely am.”
“I . . . uh, I’m gonna clean up in the bathroom,” I say, snatching the orange panties from Wilder. “Deal with my makeup and . . . everything.”
“Awww,” Wilder coos. “She’s too embarrassed to say that she’s soaked for us. Or that she has your cum dripping out of her, Ezra.”
“Shut up,” I mutter, brushing past them both.
But Wilder grabs my arm and pulls me back, pinning me to his chest. “I will never stop talking about the fact that you’re ours. Never.”
