βOh,β Luna breathed, smiling widely and losing her place on the page, βI like...all of this.β At twenty-six, Luna had thought there were no more things to be discovered that she was into, but it turned out that maybe her newest kink was ghost hands, ghosts hands everywhere. Did she want to fuck a ghost? Was that where this new future of hers was heading? All she knew was those magical hands were like all the fun of multiple people, with none of the positioning nightmares and the added excitement of nothing being visible.
βFuck,β she whispered, her hand not holding the papers trying to reach back and cling to him.
βLater,β Merlin promised, a hand brushing over her cheek for a moment. There were fingers in both holes, on her clit, caressing her breasts, pulling her bra out of the way. He held her close against his front so she wouldnβt lose balance, and turned her face to kiss her. Heβd kind of lost track of which hands were actually attached to him. Right now, he was more interested in feeling her lose control as he held her safely in his arms.
It was utterly overwhelming, in the very best way, and Luna could feel everything in herself focusing only on the desire to come as he pumped fingers inside her, as he pinched at her nippes, as he tongue crossed over hers. Luna was practically whimpering and knew that if he moved away, she would have fallen. Merlin was the only thing keeping her upright, as well as the thing making her legs turn so weak.
βOh god-β Her breath hitched and her mouth was still searching for his. βOh god, oh- Oh, Iβm gonna come.β