Page 82 of Feels Like Love
“This needs to come off,” I said, stepping back so I could pull her dress over her head.
With every inch of skin revealed, my desire grew until I wasn’t sure there was any blood left in my head. I wanted to do everything at once. Eat her pussy. Make her come. Have her ride my dick. And if the expression on her face was anything to go by, she was just as eager, her birthmark deepening in color, her breathing shallow.
I groaned and picked her up, kissing her as I carried her down the hall to her room. Her breasts were crushed to my chest, my hands spreading her ass as our mouths and tongues and teeth fought for dominance. My dick was aching, angling toward her as if he couldn’t get close enough, fast enough. I wanted—no, needed—to slow this down. Savor this moment with her.
I set her down before her full-length mirror. She watched us in the reflection, and I wondered if she saw what I did. If she pictured us as a couple, a family. Though, right now, I was imagining all the filthy things I wanted to do with her delicious body. All the ways I wanted to make her come.
She watched as I slid my hand down her stomach. Eyes glued to what I was doing as that same hand dipped below her panties. She leaned her head back against my chest, rocking against my finger as my dick nudged her ass from behind. Oh god. I swallowed. I was going to come just from watching her unravel.
I could see her pleasure building as she rode that edge toward gratification. I used my free hand to play with her tits, tweaking her nipples.
“Come for me, baby,” I said, working her harder, faster.
She was wild, writhing in my arms, but when her eyes locked on mine, something unspoken passed between us. There was no talk of “practice” or technique; it was just the two of us in this moment. It was real. We were as real as the orgasm building inside her. And then she exploded, crying out as she rode my hand. I continued touching her until her spasms had stopped.
“Fuck, that was hot.” I licked my lips.
She turned to me, loosening my tie, her limbs relaxed. I watched as she undressed me, one item at a time. My heart was racing with desire as she stripped me down, and I could tell she was enjoying it just as much as I was.
I’d been with other women, but none that made me feel like Wren. None that made me forget about everything else. None that made me feel the sense of belonging and worth the way she did. I didn’t have to try to impress her or work to earn her affection; she gave it freely.
My shirt was gone, then my pants. She pushed them down my hips along with my boxers until she was kneeling before me. I groaned and reached out for her hair, cradling the strands in my hands. She kissed the tip of my dick, and I ached for more. For her.
When she went to take me into her mouth, I gently pulled on her hair to stop her. She peered up at me with those beguiling baby-blue eyes and those swollen red lips. God, she was tempting.
“Please?” She pouted.
The woman was a goddess. A goddess on her knees, begging me to let her suck my cock. How had I gotten so lucky?
“Wren.” I clenched my fists at my sides. “I…” I swallowed. “I’m so keyed up here. If you do that, I’ll never last.”
“So?” She lifted a shoulder with a sexy little grin. “We have all night.”
“That we do.” I pulled her to a standing position. “But I have other plans for you.”
“Is that so?” She smirked, eyebrow raised. “Tell me, Bennett Nash. What plans do you have for me?”
I picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. She giggled but soon quieted as I climbed over her body. My cock was heavy and hard between my legs, aching to be inside her. My skin tingled from where it brushed against hers. My heart was full of love for this beautiful woman.
“Wren,” I sighed, pressing my lips to her hair.
“Bennett.” She closed her eyes, my name whispered like a prayer. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”
You’re telling me.
I stood. “Let me grab a condom.”
I rushed to my room and returned a moment later with a handful, tearing the foil on one and nearly dropping it before sliding it down on my dick. If I hadn’t been looking at Wren, I would’ve missed the way she eyed me hungrily, mouth slightly agape.
I smirked and joined her on the bed, nerves settling in as reality hit. We were doing this. There was no going back now. Not that I’d want to.
“You nervous?” I asked, straddling her hips and lining myself up with her entrance. I circled her clit a few times, needing her swollen and creamy.
She shook her head, eyes on mine. “I trust you.”
I took a deep breath and pushed forward, sliding into her inch by inch. Watching her expression change like a beautiful sunset. Feeling her body stretch to accommodate mine until I was fully seated.
“You okay?” I asked, bracing myself above her on my arms.
