Page 86 of Wildflower
Her room is white, beige … nothing like her. It has the air of a temporary solution—there’s a pile of books in the corner with a laptop on top and a dining chair in front. Has she been working like that? The only semblance of Rey in this room is the colourful clothes piled up on a chair, and shoes in a corner that look like they’ve been kicked off from a distance.
“Sorry, it’s a bit messy.” She flails her arms, and I grab her hands to stop her nerves from fraying further.
“You’re wet,” I say, bringing her close so I can undress her.
“That’s very presumptuous of you,” she says, huffing, but her cheeks turn an obvious red.
I raise my eyebrows and smirk at her. The thought that she wants me, knowing how I can make her moan, drives me wild.
“Your clothes,” I rasp. It’s all I can get out.
“Oh yes, my clothes are wet.” She laughs.
“Off.”
She turns her back to me and lifts her damp hair, and I take the hint. I ease the zipper of her dress down, heat pooling in my lower stomach as more of her is exposed with every inch. It’s like opening the most precious gift, and I need to savour it. My thumb grazes her skin above the zipper on the way down, relishing the silkiness and the delicate fuzz at the small of her back.
I kiss her neck, and her breath hitches.
Moving a finger under the shoulder of the dress, I check in. “Is this okay?”
“More than okay,” she whispers, and I slip the dress off her shoulders, and she turns to me.
Biting my lip so I don’t let out the animalistic sounds I want to at the sight of her, I take it all in. Her exquisite breasts, perfectly snug in a soft, white bra. The slight curve of her stomach leading down to her matching lace underwear. I want to rip it all off her and bury my face in every soft curve. But I need to take my time and enjoy this.
“Fuck, you are breathtaking,” I whisper and trace a finger down her neck, across her collarbone to the tattoo. It’s been a while since I had sex, maybe almost a year. I can’t even remember after the mess started with Damian. This is going to be a hell of an exercise in self-control.
She draws a shaky breath.
“Mark.” It comes out almost as a moan.
Her small hands make their way up my arms, and she steps flush to me, pressing her breasts against my lower chest.They’re asking for me to ravage them. I study her heart-shaped face, the deep brown eyes looking at me with so much need, and so much emotion. So many unanswered questions. Questions I don’t want to hear right now.
“Mark,” she says again.
I brace myself for something that will break this spell.
“I need you to fuck me right now.”
I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. She presses a finger against my lips, and her plump mouth forms the sound ‘shh’.
Wrapping my arms around her, I lift her up. Like before, she locks her legs around my waist and arms around my neck, but this time I can feel her hot cunt pressed against my stomach, even through two layers of clothes.
Her lips are on mine in an instant. It’s hungry and wild, she grinds against my abs. I need to get out of this waistcoat.
I move her to the bed and put her down. Her thick waves spread out around her head, framing the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen.
“You need to take those clothes off now,” she says. I don’t need to be told twice. Or technically, I suppose I did. The fabric of my waistcoat is wet and hard to work with, and after I finally get it off, I’ve had it with fucking buttons, so I rip my shirt off to an audible reaction from Rey.
“You are incredible.” She bites her lower lip, and I love the way her eyes roam over my bare torso. She slips her bra off, revealing those soft mounds I need in my mouth right away, but she points at my trousers.
“Show me all of you,” she says.
“Who’s the demanding one now?”
I chuckle, but do as she says. Pushing my trousers and boxers down, my erection bounces free to a gasp from the gorgeous woman it’s all in honour of. It’s hard as a rock, pre-cum already glistening on the tip.
“Please, Mark,” she pleads, lying down and tugging at her lace panties. That voice so full of want, it fuels me even more. I crawl over her to unwrap this incredible gift in front of me. I’m so turned on I can’t see straight, so instead of pulling her underwear down, I rip it right off and she squeals, but she lets me spread her legs wider for me as I kneel over her on the bed.
