Page 71 of Wren's Winter

I laughed at him. “They don’t seem too bothered by it.”

“Well, I am! I have no interest in watching naked people in the hot tub.”

“We both know that isn’t quite true. You sure watched me for a while when I was over there.”

“That was different. It was you and…”

“And?” Throwing a leg on each side of his legs, I straddled his lap, rubbing myself against him. My sundress rose on my thighs.

His hands ventured under my dress, cupping my bare ass. “Are you not wearing underwear?”

“I forgot.” I ground myself against the front of him.

Stealing a kiss, he laced his hands in my curls, holding me tight. I reached between us, pulling his boxers down to free his hard cock. Stroking down the length of him once, we were both ready. Bare to him, I placed my hands on his shoulders, lifting myself until he could sink inside me. Together, we moved, our faces inches from each other. Each stoke reminded me how much he loved me. Bringing his face to mine, I kissed him without abandon. He tugged the front of my dress down, freeing my breast. Bringing one nipple into his mouth, his tongue circled the tip, his teeth scraping against the tender flesh there as I held tight to his hair, urging for more, harder, faster. This was quick. We found our release in minutes, with me coming first and him following right behind me. His hands gripped my hips as we cried out together. Falling back, I rolled to the side of him, a laugh escaping both of us as we stared at one another.

“I love you, Birdie.”

I couldn’t imagine a world where those words would give me a thrill to hear, each time just as powerful as the first.

“I love you more.”

“I’m never going to tire of being inside you. Having you is all I could ever want.”

I turned my head to look at him, a smile playing on my lips. “That may be true, but I think I need a little break. I don’t know if I have any more orgasms in me.”

A wicked grin lit up his face. “Wanna bet?” he asked before capturing my mouth with his.

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