Page 40 of Wren's Winter

Her hands on my hair, she pressed herself to me. Her moans low and throaty.

Her lacy underwear found themselves on the floor behind me, my touch sweeping over the center of her. Thrusting one finger inside, I found her ready for me, hot and wet.

She let out a low curse at the motion, moving with my hand as I added another finger, curling it in that way I knew she liked. Just as I thought, her body responded to me, flushing across her perfect tits and up her throat.

“I bet you taste better than you feel,” I said, plunging back into her dripping pussy.

She ground herself against my palm. “I’m best around your cock.”

How I didn’t come from those words alone, I had no idea. “Of that, I have no doubt, but I’ll have to taste you again to say for certain.”

Reaching between us, she pushed down my boxers, freeing my hard cock. Her hand wrapped around the length, pumping it a few times, before I pulled away.

“Not yet. I need you to come first before I fuck you.”

One hand splayed over her chest, holding her down against the bed. My mouth reached her mound. Licking over her clit, her fingers tightened in my hair.

“How do you taste better than you did a few hours ago?” I asked. Her response was a low moan as I licked her again, this time sucking her nub into my mouth. I feasted on her, sucking and licking until her cries became louder, her gasps brittle. On each side of my head, her thighs tightened, holding me hostage in the sweetest place. Reaching up, I pinched her nipples, and her back arched. Time dissolved around us. All I had was her body beneath me, the sounds of her cries, and her sweetness on my tongue. There was no desire like this one to stay over her, bringing her closer to the edge. I sucked harder, fucking her with my tongue until she cried out holy names and curses echoing around the room.

Her body loose, falling back against the bed. I pressed a kiss to each side of her inner thigh before covering her body with mine. “Do you need a few minutes?”

Her eyes popped open, a grin on her face. “No, I need more. I need all of you.”

I got myself ready, lining up at her entrance. With as much care as I could, I sank into her, her walls tight around me. I wanted to go faster, to spend myself right away, but I had to make this good for her. Once sheathed inside her, I began to move, our bodies coming together. Every thrust, she met. I had never kept my eyes open in sex, but with Wren, I was seeing everything for the first time. The small bite of her lips as I thrust deeper, the way her tits bounced as I pushed inside her. It wasn’t just the physical, the gleam of the low light on her skin, the way her hair fanned out against my pillow. She opened her eyes, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The deepest look as I took her, communicating something I never knew I wanted before. Deeper and deeper, I was falling into her. I wanted to consume her, to have only that bliss on her face and the sweet moans she made to satiate me.

Her hand came up, cupping my face as I moved inside her. A tenderness cracked inside my chest as we moved together, and I knew there would never be another who would make me feel this way.

Even though she came only minutes before, I knew she was getting closer again. Bending down, I pulled one of her nipples into my mouth, biting down slightly and flicking my tongue over the tip. Her scream of pleasure spurred me on to go faster. Her channel spasmed around me as he fell apart in my arms. One more pump inside her, and I came after her, the pleasure ripping through me with a roar.

Flopping back beside her in bed, I laughed. She glanced over, perplexed. Then she joined me. First, a small chuckle and then we were laughing so hard my sides ached. Yet another first for me. I had fun with sex before, but to lie naked beside someone and find humor in the silence of being wrecked by an orgasm was new.

“That was...”

“Yeah.”

Scooping her up, I pulled her flush with my body as we lay on our sides. This kiss was gentle, a brushing of lips. An emotion I couldn’t quite identify yet, burrowing in me.

I knew I was going to say the wrong thing, that we only knew each other for a few days, but I couldn’t stop the words from coming out. “I didn’t know being with a woman could feel this way.”

She frowned. “I don’t have any right to say this, but I don’t want to think about you being with another woman. I got so jealous earlier, and I barely know you.”

I argued with myself to tell her that even the sound of her ex’s name was sending me into daydreams of doing violent things to a man I envisioned in a pink polo and cargo shorts. “It doesn’t feel like we only met a few days ago, does it?”

She laid a hand on my cheek. “How it is between us? I was with another man for years, and he never once touched me the way you do. Not just my body but me.”

“Your body, the way your skin flushes for me, those little moans when I’ve hit the right spot. Nothing will ever compare for me. You are extraordinary.”

She ducked her head down, her breathing ragged. “You can’t tell me that. This is already complicated enough. I’m leaving in a few days. We shouldn’t...”

“What? Get attached?”

Raising her head to gaze at me, she took her lower lip between her teeth. “Something like that.”

All this was new ground for me. I had no idea how to handle whatever was growing between us, especially with her leaving. “How do you want to do this?”

A large gulp, then with a shaky breath, she pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “Let’s focus on my crepes in the morning, and we can figure out the rest later?”

It was wrong. Despite never being serious about someone, I knew what we had was more than crepes and sex. But to tell her otherwise might cause her to leave. And that was a risk I wouldn’t take tonight.

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