On top of him, Luna was the one with control over speed and depth, and she rocked her hips forward as they kissed to try and take him as far into herself as she could. Fuck, she had needed this. She had needed Will, as pathetic as it was to admit.
She broke the kiss only so that she could lean back, arching herself for a better angle, her hand on his shoulder keeping her steady. “Oh, fuck,” she hissed, eyes closed as she focused only on the feeling of riding him. His name came out from between her lips so easily, like it had been waiting all this time.