Inspire (The Muse #1)(58)
Author: Cora Carmack

Wilder must see my hesitation, and he seems to instinctively know what I need.

“I won’t touch you unless you ask,” he says, lifting his arms again to grip the headboard above him. “But that doesn’t mean I’m just going to lay here either. I’ve been thinking about this night for too damn long to be a passive participant.”

I grin. “I would never want you to be passive.”

“Good. Then straddle me.”

His expression is deadly serious, his eyes no longer lazy, but alert and watching my every tiny movement. I sit up, bracing my arms on each side of him, on all fours again since he mentioned he liked it. His eyes darken, and he licks his lips. I shift, placing my legs on the outside of his hips. He pulls his legs in, giving me more room, and I lower myself down on him. He groans, lifting his hips up to press into mine. I place my hands on his chest, one directly over his heart.

“Like this?” I ask, wiggling a little. He curses, and I smile. “Any other requests?”

He swallows, and his gaze dips down my body, lingering on my chest, and where we’re pressed together, and then back to my breasts again.

“Touch yourself for me again.”

My heart thrums, too fast to even really be called a beat. More like a vibration, the plucked string of a harp. I lift my hands, watching him watch me, and cup the weight of my breasts in my palms. He flexes beneath me, and I bear down on his hips. He grits his teeth, blowing out a breath between them.

I rock into him, stroking softly over my skin at first, and then gradually increasing the pressure of my touch and my hips. Wilder’s fists clench and unclench on the metalwork above him.

“I can feel you,” he growls. “How wet you are. All I can think about is flipping you over and driving inside you.”

I slide over the length of him, slowly, torturing us both. Maybe a small part of me wants him to break, wants him to ignore my request and do it anyway. But I know he won’t. Not Wilder. Not until I say so.

I love him for that.

I lean over and kiss him, the tips of my breasts touching the warm skin of his chest. His lifts up into the kiss and pushes his tongue into my mouth, hard and demanding. I let him keep control, following and accepting everything he gives me. I keep rubbing against him, addicted to the way it feels to be completely bare against him. The energy is pushing at my chest, and even though it doesn’t make sense, I know it wants him. It’s almost like the muse part of me is a separate entity all together, and she wants him to belong to her just like I do.

But I want him more. Enough that I will the energy down. I push and push until it’s as deep as it will go, and then I break our kiss and slide forward so that his tip presses against my clit, and my chest hovers close to his face.

When I look down, his eyes are level with my breasts and his jaw is clenched tight.

“Condom, Kalli. I need you to get one now.”

I bend my elbows a little, and he groans, taking a nipple into his mouth. He holds it between his teeth, sucking hard at the same time, and I gasp at the sensation. He pulls back, slamming his head against a pillow.

“Kalli, now please. I’m going to go crazy if I’m not inside you soon. There should be one in my wallet if you don’t have any.”

I lift up on my knees enough to reach down between us and take him in my hand.

“We don’t need one,” I whisper, stroking up the length.

He squeezes his eyes shut and jerks hard on my headboard, as if I’d tied him to it instead of just letting him hold on.

“You’re sure? Please God, tell me you’re sure,” he says, eyes still closed.

I can’t get pregnant. Or rather, I can’t stay that way. Same goes for STD’s. Even if I contracted one, I’d be perfectly healthy at the next midnight.

Rather than answering, I drag the head of his cock down the center of me until he’s positioned outside my entrance. He inhales sharply, and his eyes finally open to meet mine. Then I sink down onto him. We moan together, gaze locked as I stretch around him. A little more. A little deeper.

“Oh baby. Fuck, you’re so tight.”

I raise myself up a few inches, and my legs shake at the feel of him dragging through me. Then I drop again, going farther this time, taking more of him inside.

“You feel,” he says, breathing heavy. “Shit, nothing has ever felt this good.”

I repeat the action, finally able to press all the way down the length of him. He fills me up completely, and I stare down at him, overwhelmed by the feeling and the thought that he’s finally inside me. It takes all my concentration not to start crying again.

“This is real,” I whisper, almost unbelieving.

“It’s real, sweet. As real as it gets.”

I know I should move, but I feel so full. In every way. I’m not new to sex. Not by a long shot. I’ve been with gods and mortals both, but it’s never felt like this. I can already feel myself clenching around him, and nothing has even happened yet.

“Kalli, I need you to move.”

“I can’t,” I whisper.

“Why? Are you hurting?”

I shake my head, and then I laugh because I know what I’m about to say will sound crazy. “I don’t … I don’t want to let you go. I don’t want you not inside me.”

Wilder goes still beneath me, his muscles pulled taut. Our eyes meet, and he swallows slowly.

“Let me touch you. Please, Kalli. You can still be in control. You can stop whenever you want. But just let me touch you.”

I mentally evaluate the power in me. I’m somewhere between a four and a five. Not safe. But not drastic either. As long as I’m away from him by the time I’m up to an eight, everything should be fine. The build-up will slow once we’re apart, and then I should be able to last another day or two before things get dire.

“Hands only,” I concede. “And I stay on top.”

He immediately releases the headboard. Taking hold of my shoulders, he yanks me closer until my stomach presses against his, changing the angle of him inside me. One hand slides up to my neck, pulling me down for a hard kiss. I melt into him, but keep myself propped up just enough that we don’t touch completely. He nips my bottom lip, and my hips buck involuntarily. His touch drifts to my cheek, soft, but firmly holding me in place. Slowly, he tilts his hips into mine, sliding his other hand down to my ass to pull me tighter against him. Without putting any distance between us, I circle my hips.

“Say it again,” he whispers.