Page 133 of Like A Moth To A Flame

“I know I can be too much,” I told her.

“Says who?”

I stopped. I couldn’t think of that right now. Not with her so close to me, her hands around my shaft, and the scent of her hair sticking in my nostrils.

“Says who?” she asked again.

“Everyone else,” I whispered, finally allowing myself to look down at her. There was something unreadable behind her eyes.

“Well, if you don’t mind me saying so…” she said, her fingers plucking at the waistband of my boxers and wriggling inside.Before long, I felt her long, lithe fingers wrap around me, and my entire body jerked. “Whoever ‘everyone else’ was? They’re fucking stupid.”

I couldn’t look away from her. Ever since that day at the funeral—in her little black dress with her hair done just right, she had become my entire world. Her presence had an undeniable allure that captivated me, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. The way her eyes sparkled with a mix of sorrow and resilience stirred something deep within me, igniting a fire I couldn’t ignore, and a flame I could never extinguish.

I couldn’t imagine a world where she wasn’t by my side, where her absence didn’t leave an ache in my chest. She had become the center of my universe, the axis around which my life revolved, and now that I had her, I’d die to make her happy and kill to keep her safe. I felt her begin to stroke me, her fingers sliding over me, guided by the incessant pre-cum that slipped over my shaft.

She was so beautiful, she could make my cock cry about it.

“You don’t have to—” Reaching down, I wrapped my hand around hers and fought to stop it.

“What if I want to?” she said, her tongue caught between her teeth and a mischievous grin creasing her lips.

Again, she reminded me of the things she’d said while I sat in that jail cell, caged like the animal I was.

She stroked me harder, faster until I felt that familiar feeling at the base of my spine.

“What did you mean?” I asked, my breath coming in short, hot bursts, hitching in my chest. “Before?”

“You’ll have to be a little more specific than that,” she said with a soft giggle.

“When you came to see me… in jail,” I said, adding the words like an afterthought. “You said ‘I would’ve fucked you, anyway’.”

She laughed, a loud, musical sound that sent a different kind of shiver up my spine. Her happiness and her amusement were my drugs, and I was hopelessly addicted. I wanted to do everything I could to make sure she did it again—for the rest of our lives.

“Well,” she said, and again I could see the disobedience behind her wicked smile. “Let’s just say I’ve had a little crush for a very long time.”

She trailed off, shrugging as she continued to stroke me, her thumb swiping over the tip and sending an electric jolt slamming through me.

I laid my hand on her cheek, my thumb running across her lashes.

“You?” I asked, disbelief coloring my words. “Had a crush onme?”

“Yes,” she said, and she giggled. “For a very long time. Is that so hard to believe?”

“I mean, kinda,” I said. My teeth ground together until my jaw hurt and popped, her hands moving across me in just the right way.

Fuck, how was she so good at that?

“Why?” she asked, and she stopped. Her eyes narrowed at me when I finally caught my breath and looked over at her.

“Look at you,” I said, and she pulled away, ripping her hand out of my boxers. I shivered at the loss of contact. “Then look at me.”

Her hands found my shoulders and pushed me, flipping me onto my back. Before I knew it, she was on top of me, straddling my waist and pulling my boxers down until my dick sprung free, and I hissed as the cool air touched my sensitive organ. I watched as she pulled her panties to the side, and then I was inside of her before I even knew what was happening.

She was a persistent little shit, wasn’t she?

“Don’t worry, I looked at you,” she said, and with one roll of her hips, I saw stars. “You may not have known it, but I looked at you a lot growing up.”

“Oh, really?” My hands found her hips, guiding her up and then back down.

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