Page 28 of Wren's Winter

“I need more.” I gritted through my teeth.

“I don’t have a condom,” he said against my stomach as he gazed up at me. “Do you have one?”

I shook my head, my voice shaky. “No. I didn’t think I’d... you know, meet you.”

Doubt flooded through me. It must have been written all over my face. “I’m not asking you to go without.” He clarified.

“You’re not? But...”

His mouth stopped me, his kisses hard as his fingers skimmed the edge of my underwear. “Don’t worry, I don’t need to fuck you to make you feel good.”

“But what about you?” I asked.

“I’m not worried about me.” His finger hooked at my hips and then I was bare to him. “Do you want my mouth or my hand?”

My limited experience with receiving oral was when Buck would spend thirty seconds licking my clit like a cat before announcing himself ready for sex. “I can’t come that way.”

A wicked smile lit up his face. “Is that a challenge?”

I shook my head. “No, it’s a fact. I never have before.”

His finger passed over my clit, sparks shooting through me. “That ends today. And in honor of that, I think you deserve both.”

My words cut off as he took my mouth, kissing me. His fingers parted my folds, sliding over my entrance and sending a pulse to my throbbing clit.

“You’re so wet for me, so ready, aren’t you?”

I nodded. I had never done dirty talk before.

One finger slid inside me, and I gasped at the intrusion. His long finger hit a spot I didn’t know was there.

I gasped out a curse as he thrust his fingers inside, adding a second one. My hips moved with his motions.

“That’s it. Fuck my hand, get yourself there.”

His fingers inside me, taking me closer to something I had never experienced. My hands grasped at his shoulders as he moved. His mouth closed over my bare breast, taking one nipple between his teeth lightly, scraping enough to sting before his tongue swirled around the tip. Between his mouth on my breast and his fingers moving inside me, the ache crested into something more. His thumb grazed my clit, a systematic pulse that took me over the edge. I cried out, my nails digging into his back. Flashes of light behind my eyes, my blood pounding in my head, silencing everything except our breathing.

It was as if my entire body were floating, weightless, and buzzing with low energy.

“That was...” I sucked in a shaky gasp, trying a failing for words. What I had in the hot tub the night before, every experience before that. None compared. And this was his hand.

His hand cupped my cheek as he brought my mouth to his in a searing kiss. When he pulled away, his gaze was wide, as if he were discovering something he had never seen before.

“You’re beautiful. You know that?”

Heat flamed in my cheeks. “That’s what all men say after getting some.”

“I don’t.”

I sat up, grabbed his shirt from the floor, and pulled it over my head. “You don’t have to say that. I don’t need you to schmooze me to have sex.”

“Is that what you think I’m doing here?” He smirked.

Bringing my knees up to my chest, I studied him with a raised brow. “Yeah, obviously, you’re superb at being all suave and flirty and sexy, but you don’t need to give me false compliments on top of that.”

He kneeled in front of me. “Are you making fun of me? Is this some kind of joke?”

I shook my head. “No.”

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