Free Moonflower by Leigh Archer

satisfaction.
    Sophie
reached between them as his body hovered above her, finding the
bulge beneath his jeans.
    Reuben
let out a ragged breath. ‘Wild creature,’ he said, before pressing
his mouth to hers again.
    Sophie
reached up to bring his hips towards her, pressing the centre of
herself against his hardness.
    Never
once taking her mouth from his, she shifted her hand beneath his
shirt and ran her fingertips over his chest, then moved from his
chest to his belly. Massaging the skin in small circles, delighting
in the sound and feel of his breath quickening against her neck,
her cheek, her mouth.
    She
grasped the top of his jeans, trying to coordinate the movement of
her fingers through the fog in her brain; his tongue a constant
distraction, leaving small wet circles along her lips, her jaw, her
neck. Finally she unbuttoned his jeans and pushed her hand past the
waistband, lower until she felt the tip of him against her
fingers.
    Reuben
lifted his mouth from hers, his head tilted back. He closed his
eyes and moaned, a rumble, a vibration from deep in his chest. His
body trembled beneath the lightness of her fingertips and Sophie
was triumphant, felt real power then and, far from shying from it,
she wantonly indulged the sensation, let it spread through her,
like music to move to. She wanted to tell him.
    ‘ Reuben,’ she breathed. She took his head in her hands.
‘Reuben.’
    He opened
his eyes. She put her palm against his cheek. He looked into her
eyes.
    ‘ Nothing in my life has ever felt this good,’ she told
him.
    ‘ What a magnificent creature you are, Sophie. A man could lose
himself in you if he weren’t careful.’ He moved his hand to
Sophie’s breast and squeezed gently. One by one, he undid the
buttons of her shirt, peeling back one side, then the other as if
he opened a most exquisite and delicate gift.
    Sophie
watched his eyes widen, then the lids lower sensuously at the sight
of her nakedness: the tender, firm round breasts and rose-pink
nipples that ached to be touched.
    She
reached up, touched his lips, drew his head to her breast. Reuben
reached for the other, cupping it in his hand as his mouth closed
around the other breast, sucking gently, filling his mouth with
her. She arched her back, gasped as his teeth closed over her
nipple and tugged gently at the hardened tip.
    When he
left the nipple to tend to the flesh around it, Sophie opened her
legs and curled them around his hips, pressing his denim hardness
to her centre. She knew she couldn’t wait much longer. She wobbled
on an edge that with just the slightest touch could send her
spiralling over it.
    ‘ Go inside me now, Reuben. No reason to wait.’
    Her
breath came in small gasps and whimpers as she fumbled with the
buttons of his shirt, tore at the fabric, desperate to remove the
last barriers between their skin; needing to feel his nakedness
against her, the power of him inside her.
    ‘ I’m sorry…’ she gasped. ‘I need to…’
    His mouth
still worked at her breast, his palm circling over the other,
grazing an aching nipple.
    ‘ Reuben, help me!’ A small cry of frustration escaped Sophie’s
lips as she struggled to remove his jeans.
    He broke
away from her, shrugging out of his shirt, then pulled off his
jeans. Finally free, Sophie reached for him, circling him with her
hand, marvelling at the heat and hardness beneath soft
skin.
    Driven
half mad by the thought of him inside her, she began to fumble with
her own drawstring pants, her entire body trembling. ‘Oh, damn,’
she panted, fumbling with the tie.
    ‘ Lie back, Sophie,’ Reuben commanded. ‘Let me do
it.’
    She’d
never heard a voice so full of arousal, so tender. She did as he
told her, watching the top of his dark head as he hooked fingers
into the top of her trousers and pulled them down slowly. Sophie
lifted her hips, moaning as the material slid over her sensitive
skin, feeling the cooler air on her naked body. She slipped her
hands into his hair,