The Wilson Mooney Box Set

by Gretchen de La O

  I pushed my mouth hard against his, needingly tasting every desire between us. I tangled my hands into his thick, black hair. He shuffled and pushed me against the wall next to his bedroom door. My back landed hard against the wall and my breath caught as he pressed against me, wedging me in a delicious moment of complete bliss. His hands cradled my cheeks as he tasted, licked, and consumed me. His hips swayed and drove upward before he regrouped all of his urges and repeated every movement. I rocked against him, losing my breath with the momentum building between us.

  “You’re so fucking hot, Wilson,” Max growled as he abandoned my mouth and kissed his way over to my earlobe.

  “Will you make love to me all night long?” I asked, huffing in rhythm with our momentum.

  “God, you drive me crazy. You know I will. I’ll make love to you all…night…long,” he said in whispered pants that were synchronized with each thrust. He dropped his mouth to my chest, his tongue tasting the swell of my breast.

  “Take me to bed,” I gasped.

  Max regained his grip on my butt as his other hand pulled the door open. He carried me into his room with my arms wrapped around his neck and my face buried against his clavicle. He laid me down on his bed before pulling away to look at me. I was ready, willing, and able to have him make love to me.

  “I want to watch you undress. I want to see you put on that little black thing you bought for me,” he said as he backed up and pressed the lock on the door. As if he owned the rights to watch me undress, his eyes gazed at me, never leaving my body as I stood up and started to pull off my top.

  “Wait, slow down. Tease me,” he said as he stood just inches away from me.

  “Okay, but you can’t touch me until I say,” I teased breathily.

  “I don’t know if I can do that,” he grumbled.

  I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly dragged my hands through my hair then caressed them down either side of my neck across my breasts before catching the bottom edge of my top. I swayed and pulled it around my waist, dancing just enough before enticing him by exposing my navel.

  Max slipped his tongue across his bottom lip, which he then bit. As his jaw clenched I noticed by the pulse in his neck that his heartbeat had sped up. He reached out, trying to catch me at my waist. I swatted his hand away.

  “Uh, uh, uhhh, noooo touching,” I scolded him, in a sensual voice.

  “Come on, babe, this is torture,” he whined.

  “Well, I can see that.” I noticed his body was ready and reacting to my strip tease. I didn’t even have my shirt off yet and he was already breaking our deal trying to touch me.

  Max dropped his hand to the front of his pants, adjusting the pressure against his zipper. I tugged off my top and tossed it at him. He caught it then immediately threw it on the floor and pulled off his dark t-shirt. His muscles flexed and moved under his flawless warm skin. A smile crept across his face. The same smile that always clung to my gut and made me tingle at the apex of my legs.

  Play hard to get…don’t give in and touch him…don’t touch him…I kept chanting in my head. I looked away, building the strength I needed to keep my distance. I knew the payoff would be worth it. I slipped my hands across my bra, down past my stomach to the waist of my pants. I pushed my fingers in between my skin and the button before skimming my eyes up Max’s perfect body. I lingered at his mouth long enough to evoke the feeling of his lips on me. I met his eyes as they narrowed and cased me. I smiled delicately, knowing the minute I had my pants off he wasn’t going to be able to keep his hands off me.

  “Wiiilsoooon,” Max groaned as he watched me move my hips back and forth while unbuttoning my pants. He started working on the top button of his own waistband. I smiled as my swaying turned into a movement that tugged Max and everything he had toward me. My jeans grazed my thighs as I pushed them down and stepped out of them. Turning my back to Max, I slipped my hands up into my hair and rocked my hips back at him before I felt his hands slip across my ass. He crept them around my hips, resting them between my thighs, and I felt him thrust against my backside.

  “So beautiful, Wilson, you drive me crazy. I changed my mind. I don’t need you to dance or tease me any more,” Max whispered as his lips clung to my shoulder blade before tracing up the back of my neck. His weight was heavy across my spine as I bent forward; his body cocooned me perfectly in his embrace. “Show me how much you want me,” Max growled across my ear as his hands slipped behind the front panel of my panties. His fingers coerced me into spreading my legs apart as I pushed my ass back against him. The more he brushed and tapped his fingers against me, the faster my breathing sped. My knees bent and my hips hungered for him. My body was screaming at him to make love to me. Max pushed his other hand down into the cup of my bra, palming my breast. My nipples were rock hard. I was tingling for him to circle his tongue around my breasts. I needed to turn around; I needed his mouth tasting down the front of me. My mind was still swimming in the memory of what it felt like when he made love to me from behind. Rational thoughts existed way beyond my reach as the frantic need for him to fulfill me swallowed every available space in my mind.

  “Are you going to make love to me now?” I said, breathy, hoping to provoke him to take me like he did earlier in the bathroom.

  “Do you want me to?” he asked as he kissed my spine and unsnapped my bra with one, deft twist of his wrist. With my breasts free, the tingling increased as the desire to have him make love to me swelled exponentially around my body.

  His fingers circled and tapped with just enough pressure to keep me on the edge of ecstasy. I tried to answer him, “Yyyeesss.”

  “You like that?” Max answered as his fingers moved faster between my legs. All I could do was nod. I didn’t want to climax this way. I didn’t want to reach the top without him. I wanted to feel him. I wanted us to climb there together. But it was too late. He had me riding the wave of euphoria as it became something instinctual, carnal within me. I was about to explode when he stopped, pulled his hand out from my panties, turned me around, and kissed me hard as he shuffled me over to the bed. The back of my legs met the edge of the mattress. His arms that were once wrapped protectively around my back were gone before he pushed me back onto the bed.

  “Tell me how bad you want me. Tell me how much you need me,” Max narrowed his emerald eyes. His tousled black hair was a perfect mix with his eyelashes as he blinked.

  “I need you. God, you don’t know how much I need you to make love to me. Please make love to me,” I breathed as I lifted my hips and pulled my panties down to my ankles.

  Max slipped his hands around his waist, and in one motion, dragged off his pants and boxers. He leaned over and grabbed my feet, pulling them off the bed, which caused my lower body to collide with him.

  “I’m going to make love to you real slow,” he sighed before he pulled my ankle up to his lips. Our eyes met as I watched him drag his lips down the inside of my leg to my knee. Goose bumps spread across every inch of my flesh as the edges of his hair tickled and poked at my skin. My nipples erect, my hips automatically swayed as the space between my legs begged for him, any part of him. I reached out for something, meeting only air; my fingers stretched to tangle in his thick onyx hair. I just needed to pull him down against me.

  God, I want to tell him he’s my…everything. He is the salt in my ocean, the sweet dream that saves me from nightmares, and the breath that feeds me oxygen.

  Max’s hands explored the curve of my hips and the hollow space of my lower back before he clung to my hips and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. My hands trailed behind my head. I watched him as he kneeled between my knees, kissing the inside of my thigh. His nose led as his lips followed. I lay back as his hands mapped their way up across my stomach to my breasts. As I pushed my head back into the bed, his tongue found me. His hands manipulated my nipples as the swell of euphoria he ushered in earlier found its way back to me. I dropped my knees and locked my hands into his hair as I pus
hed him harder down against me. He brought one of his hands in between my legs and I felt his fingers dance against me before he pushed inside, steadily building a rhythm that mirrored the speed of his warm tongue. He hummed and breathed against me. My hips quaked, my body vibrated, and suddenly an animalistic sound came out of me. One I never heard or knew existed within me until that moment. I panted, howled, and cried out as I exploded against his mouth. Still he pushed harder against me, his tongue still searching for the second roar of euphoria that my body ached for. My legs shaking, my body trembling, my mouth dry from panting, he made me detonate a second time. Tears rolled down into the curves of my ears, evidence that he’d taken me somewhere I’d never been before—not like that. My hair was damp with how hot he made me. I was perspiring everywhere as chills rolled across my flesh.

  My breathing ragged, I lay there trying to gather my wits and comprehend what had just happened between us. All the feelings that Max had pushed and pulled through me. He made every cell in my body reach a frenzy that captured every urge, every flash of ecstasy, every ounce of synergy created between us.

  Max slinked up my body, pressing his chest across my pelvis before dragging himself onto me. His warmth was enough to flush the chills through my bones up to the surface. I felt his desire catch and press at the crux of where we fit perfectly together. His hands wrapped strongly across my shoulders before he slid them down and pressed them into the bed, giving him the ability to lift his body off of mine. The space between us was just enough to create a weightless vacancy that caressed and teased every womanly space in my body, feeding my desire to feel him press heavily against me again.

  Desperate to connect with him, I pulled my feet onto the bed and thrust my hips against him. My thighs were burning as I pushed up and glided perfectly against his length. Max’s instinctual motion to sway down across me woke up every nerve feeding the pinnacle between my legs. I caught his backside in my hands, feeling his ass go concave as his muscles compressed with every movement of him rubbing back and forth across me. This only fueled my scorching need to feel him from the inside. I was more than ready to create a rhythm that burrowed deep in my soul over and over again until we both climaxed together. Our grinds, moans, and motion grew to a passionate exchange of us needing each other.

  “Max…condom—” I breathed between pants and moans as he kissed me emphatically. My heart and body fought to keep him against me, but my mind knew he had to get up and get into his nightstand drawer.

  “Mmmm, ‘kay, babe,” he growled. It felt like a ripcord was pulled from down low in my gut and chills ripped through my flesh as he shifted his body off mine and reached for his nightstand.

  “Hurry,” I moaned. I wrapped my arms around my body, working to collect the anticipation building inside of me as I heard the crinkling of the wrapper, then a moment he filled with a low sigh. I closed my eyes, letting images of him fill my head—his muscles as they flexed when he walked, his black lengthy hair that tangled perfectly with my fingers as I pushed him down past my waist, his eyes as they tore through my soul, searching for everything that made me who I was when I was with him. I lay still, waiting for the moment when I could feel his touch return to me.

  “Open your eyes,” Max said standing above me. I did. Slowly my eyes made their way up his body. From his thighs, across his desire for me, up his happy trail past his navel, across his six-pack to his broad chest. I licked his lips with my sight, caressed his nose with my vision, until finally I reached his gorgeous green eyes. I wanted him to recognize how deeply I was in love with him. He collected my foot in his hands, and as if we were starting again from the beginning, he dragged his nose across my arch, inhaling slowly across the inside of my ankle up to my knee, and pressed his lips to the inside of my thigh before he looked up at me.

  “I want you to watch me kiss your entire, beautiful body inch by inch.”

  My body was vibrating at such a level, I thought I was going to combust before he even got a chance to press his tongue to any part of my skin.

  “Max, I don’t think I can last that long.”

  Max looked down my leg. He noticed I was shaking as he dragged his fingertips down past my hip.

  “You cold?” he asked as a sexy, lustful smile crept across his face. “Or is this your body begging for me?”

  His words gave me goose bumps just as much as his fingers did. I couldn’t take it any longer. I didn’t want any more space to occupy the gap between us. I pushed up and wrapped my arms around his neck. Nothing could stop me from bringing him down on top of me. It was like a thousand captured butterflies busted free from the recesses of my body and snatched at any nectar they could find. Max fell heavy against me, smiling as he slipped his arms around my shoulders and his hands found either side of my face. Gently, he cleared the wisps of hair off of my cheeks.

  “I want you now,” I whispered.

  He looked at me as if I was the most important person in the world to him. He slid the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip, leaving a trace of his flavor for me to taste. I pushed up to his mouth, nibbling his bottom lip until I caught it between my teeth. He pushed down against me, giving me what forever feels like with him. Our tongues tangled, mingling with every intention that would eventually sail deliciously across each other’s flesh.

  With his body steady against me, hovering for a moment before he pushed inside, his mouth tracked across my cheek to my ear.

  “Want me to push? God, I need to push,” Max growled.

  “Yes, I need you to push…hard,” I whispered as I let my knees drop to the sides. I felt every muscle between my legs reach for him as he slowly pushed in and pulled back. It was as if he wanted this time to last longer than any other we had before. No, he didn’t take me forcefully; he gave me a slow, building wave of give and take until I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting against him and rolling my hips. He grew in rhythm with me, catching my legs and pulling them up across his shoulders until, finally, he reached that spot within me that sent me places I didn’t know existed. He owned every sacred area in my body. He growled and huffed; I panted and gasped in response. Then his jaw tightened, his lips pulled across his teeth, and his eyes narrowed as his sharp, edgy black hair fell across his eyes. His hips quickened and that was it. We exploded together as our love went from something we thought we wanted to something we discovered we needed.

  Exhausted, he fell against me. Damp chills shot through my body as I lay there plastered with every emotion, from elation to pain. Elation from our love making; pain with the thought of having to spend three days away from him. I was flying back to California the next morning. But I didn’t want to be away from him ever again.

  ~ Max ~

  I was spent. Wilson was so hot, and I wanted her so badly she never even had the opportunity to put on that little see-through black top and g-string. She evoked in me something that made me go at her with everything I had. I didn’t want to take her like I had done earlier in the downstairs bathroom. But God knows, I really could have. I wanted to make love to her so hard it would make her cry out my name. But I knew I had to be slow with her, so she’d react and give back exactly what we both needed. I needed her to know she’s the only one I want to be with; that whether we are separated for one day or one year, she is it for me. There is nobody else who makes me feel as complete as she does. It’s as if, when I’m with her, nothing else matters.

  I felt her take a deep breath under my weight. I didn’t want to get off of her. I wanted to lie against her all night, feeling the warmth in her skin and the beat of her heart in rhythm with mine. As I shifted to slide off of her, she moaned and wrapped her hands across my back, digging her fingernails into my flesh.

  “Wait, I like feeling you against me. Don’t move just yet,” Wilson sighed under a struggling breath. I froze obediently. Her breasts pressed against my chest and her hip bones locked with mine. I felt her stomach rise and fall against me.

  “Okay, I can stay here all night
if you’d like,” I whispered as I pressed my forehead against hers. Our lips brushed words across one anothers as the bends of our noses lay perfectly against each other.

  Wilson took another labored breath.

  “Maybe we should get under the covers and I’ll cuddle up behind you,” I responded as I slipped off her and pulled the duvet back.

  She nodded as she stretched and curled up under the blankets. I took a moment to handle my business before I slid in behind her and pushed my body up against hers. Spooning with her, I lay my arm over her hip, resting my fingers against her stomach. I felt her nudge back against me, adjusting her body to curve perfectly with mine. Naturally, I thrust my hips a couple of times against her ass. I could go again, but I knew she was tired, so I decided to save the next round for morning. I felt her breath enter her lungs as her breathing lengthened. Her heartbeat slowed and I watched the pulse in her neck beg me to press my lips to her skin.

  “That was perfect,” Wilson mumbled as she grabbed my hand and pulled it up to her pouty, damp lips. Pressing my hand to her mouth, I felt her warm breath roll across my fingers as she exhaled through her nose.

  “I think you were perfect,” I answered. She pushed her ass back against me before she entangled her fingers with mine and pulled my hand down between her thighs. I could feel her breathing speed up, as she guided my hand against her. I stretched my pinky to reach up and tickle the place that knew only me.

  “I’m far from perfect on my own,” she said through a smile I could hear in her voice.

  Her answer gave me the right moment to remind her I was hooked; that there was nothing that would be able to drag me away from her—not time apart, not miles between—nothing could make me leave what we have.