Page 127 of Wonderstruck

“It’s true,” I admitted, letting my hand fall back downhis chest, watching the rise and fall get quicker with every inch I went south. “All I want is your hands holding me, touching me in places I’ve only ever touched myself.” Right before I reached his waistband, I lifted my hand off him entirely, snaking it across my chest, my neck, until both my hands were pulling at the tie holding up my hair. I ran my fingers through my curls as they’re let loose, the ends just brushing the tips of my breasts. “I want to stop guessing about what that would feel like, Finn.”

The green faded to black again, and I knew then he’d made his choice.

His warm hands gripped the back of my neck, tiltingit until it ached. “Best not keep you waiting then.”

I arched into him as his mouth dropped to mine,giving in to that ache in my core, letting him claim every inch of me as his. I mirrored every glide of his tongue, waiting for every tug of my hair, and guessed which parts of my body he was going to conquer next. And like my thoughts were being passed to him like secret notes, his hands left my hair and trailed down my back, not stopping until the lace of my panties was entwined in his fingers.

His thumbs hooked under the elastic, and I lifted alittle to help him tug them off. I swore I felt his growl in my soul when he realised what I was doing, before draping the things down my legs until they were sitting at the peak of my mountain of clothes by the door.

“Fuck, Rory,” He groaned, trailing his handbetween my thighs as I opened them just enough for him.

I practically unravelled when I felt him glide acrossmy clit, teasing me with the promise of him, my back arching at the shivers that bloomed through my body. It felt different with someone else. Different and otherworldly. A whole new realm to explore and play in.

Even though I’d told him I wanted this, I still felthim hesitate as his hand lingered, even if it was only for a second. I tried to rock my hips against his touch, but my toes were barely touching the ground, stripping me of the force I needed. If I wanted to feel that spark again, he had to be the one to make it happen.

“You know I trust you, right?” The words were breathless, sneaking through the gaps between our hungry kiss.

“I know.”He kissed me quickly, before trailing his lips down my throat, right as his fingers begin to brush again. “I just don’t want to rush this. I don’t want to waste a single moment all because I was too fucking excited to have my hands on you.”

I wanted this version of his voice to be my alarm inthe mornings, knowing that everything he’d said thus far would wake me up for the earliest of days.

His teeth nipped at my skin, and some deranged partof me wished it’d leave a mark. The thought triggered something, and I broke away from the kiss.“I promise you’ll have your hands on me again, but right now I need to you touch me like that again before I start touching myself.”

His eyebrow quirked, and his smirk curled.“Actually that might not be a bad—”

“Right. Now.” I stared up at him, my eyesfocused. Determined.

All he did was shake his head, those blondestrands hanging over his forehead, right before his eyes flared and he kissed me like he was breaching the ocean’s surface and could finally breath again.

There was no hesitation this time as he caressed me, his fingers sliding over my slickness until his thumb pressed into my clit. The space between my thighs melted, my core turning molten. One of my hands abandoned the desk and gripped his shoulder, my nails digging into him so hard that I felt the need to say sorry. But the second he began to circle, his pace the perfect speed to make my head roll and a whimper to echo around the room, that burning desire to please everyone, even him, turned to dust.

He didn't try to quiet me when I moaned into him, all he did when he felt my voice against his skin was groan loud enough for panic to spark in my chest and my eyes to fly to the door, worried that someone might—

“Eyes on me.” His voice dipped, like the sound of an avalanche as his hand pulled my chin back to face him. “Good girl.”

“Mon Dieu.”1

His head shook against mine, as another deep, desperate groan escaped him. "No French. Not now." Soft as anything, his fingertips trailed down my stomach. "Not unless you want this be over in the next thirty seconds."

Mon. Dieu.

His confession made me blink, and my head roll back, right before he tugged his mouth back onto mine.

“I want more.” It was all I could manage with his mouth over me.

I felt like I was perched on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the moment that the rock beneath me gave in. But the second I heard him curse beneath his breath and slip one finger inside of me, I was free falling.

I whimpered against his mouth as he thrust hisarm, waiting a moment before slipping a second finger inside me. It was as though my bottom half was on fire, flames licking my thighs, setting my core alight with pleasure as my walls clenched around him.

“So pretty.” He moaned, as I switched my hand formy forearm, lying back to ease the ache building at the base of my spine. Something hit the hard floor as I lowered my back, but neither of us paid it any attention. We were grounded in the moment. Both of our worlds narrowed to one another.

He curled his fingers against me as I lifted my leg, resting my foot on the edge of the desk to let him go deeper. I let my hips thrust against him, riding his fingers as he added a third, bearing every part of myself for him. A cry slipped from my mouth as his thumb started circling again, but he covered it with his lips, kissing me with the calculated flick of his tongue that I was beginning to become addicted to.

He swallowed another moan as I felt myselfslipping, giving into the bliss penetrating my core. The tension built as he tensed his arm, holding my back in place so I didn’t miss a single inch of him.

“Atta girl,” He groaned, breaking our kiss and setting his eyes on me, watching me melt beneath him. “Come for me, Aurora.”

Thecommand alone was enough for me to obey him, butonce he curled his fingers in just the right way, he triggered a climax like one I’d never achieved on my own.

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