She did as I asked, curling her hands around the iron bar that ran across the top of the ornate section of railing. I pressed up against her back, sweeping her hair away from her neck so I had access to her skin. It was too cold out here to remove our clothes, as much as I wanted to see her naked, and I had a feeling that keeping our clothes on would help her stay more comfortable, anyway.
Kissing down the side of her throat again, I slipped one of my hands under her hoodie and cami top, my fingers coming into contact with the soft, warm skin of her stomach. She whimpered, her head falling back to my shoulder, and I continued to kiss her as I stroked up her torso, stopping just beneath the swell of her breasts.
“Okay?”
“Mmm. More,” she said, her voice breathy. She pushed back against me, her ass rubbing against me. I spread my legs a little, teasing myself with the barest amount of friction, but my own pleasure was at the back of my mind. I needed Wren to feel good. To feel her fall apart around me.
“More, hmmm?” I trailed my nose up the side of her throat as I stroked my thumb over the underside of her breasts. She hadn’t bothered with a bra—her pretty little tits didn’t need one for the most part, and I’d never been gladder of that fact as I was right then.
“Amélie.”
The way she breathed my name was so sexy. I could feel my wetness soaking through my underwear, this girl turning me on beyond reason, but I somehow held onto my composure. I slipped my other hand under her clothes, stroking up her body, and then I cupped her breasts in my palms.
She moaned, arching upwards, and I bit back my own moan.
“You like that?”
“More.”
I gave her more, sweeping my hands over her soft flesh. Circling her nipples with my fingers, I gently teased at them until they were hardened points, and she gasped at the sensations. When she was writhing against me, I trailed my fingers higher, dancing across her collarbone as my mouth went to her ear, nipping at the shell.
“Do you want more?” My voice came out breathless.
In response, she moaned again, lifting one arm from the railing to curve around my neck, stroking through my hair. Smiling against her skin, I lowered my hands to the waistband of her leggings. She moaned again, pressing into me, and I took that as my cue, sliding one of my hands down inside her leggings, over the top of her underwear. I stopped just above her clit, pressing down lightly, moaning as she arched against me, her grip tightening in my hair. Her legs widened, andI slid my hand lower, skimming over her clit and then dipping down between her legs. I bit down on my lip, stifling my own moan. Fuck, it was instantly clear that she was soaked, so wet and ready for me.
I traced my fingers over her pussy with a light, teasing touch. My movements were a little restricted because of her leggings, but she didn’t seem to care, breathy moans and pants falling from her lips as she angled her hips upwards into my touch. Rather than tease her further, I dipped my hand inside her underwear, easing beneath the dampened fabric to touch herdeliciously wet pussy. We both moaned as I eased a finger inside her, everything so soft and tight and hot.
“More,” she rasped, and I slid another finger in alongside the first, pressing the heel of my hand down for extra friction against her clit as I slowly moved my fingers in and out of her. Fuck, I wanted to get my mouth on her, but now wasn’t the time. My free hand went back to her breasts, cupping and stroking and teasing as I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her. Her moans turned into gasps, her entire body tensing, and then she shattered, shuddering against me, her pussy clamping down on my fingers as her orgasm overtook her. Fuck. This was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
I was so wet and so turned on that I could barely breathe, but my overriding need to make it good for Wren meant that my own pleasure was a side note. The only thing I wanted was for her to feel good.
When she came down, her hand falling from my hair and her body going lax against mine, I curved my arm around her waist to support her, easing my hand out of her underwear.
“So gorgeous,” I murmured, lifting my fingers to my lips, tasting her for the first time. Her head rolled to the side, her pupils blown as she stared at me, her gaze tracking my fingers as I slid my tongue over them.
“I want you to feel good, too.” She moved into an upright position with an effort, steadying herself against the railing.
There was still a hesitance in her voice, and I made a decision.
“I’ve got an idea. Come inside.”
We made our way back into the tiny flat. As we walked, I lifted my hoodie over my head, dropping it to the floor. Next to go was my cami top. Finally, I peeled down my leggings, kicking them off along with my shoes as I came to a stop at the edge ofthe bed.Throwing my socks to the floor, I straightened up, clad in just my underwear—a pale blue satin bra and matching thong.
I turned to face Wren, watching as her darkened, lustful gaze raked over me.
Beautiful, she mouthed. She continued to watch me as I dropped onto the bed, moving back until I was reclining against the pillows, leaving her standing at the edge of the bed in front of me.
My entire body was oversensitive, on edge from Wren’s proximity, from the feel of her falling apart against me, from justlookingat her beauty. It wouldn’t take much for me to come, but one thing I was good at after years in the cirque was putting on a show.
And I would put on a show now. For her.
Slowly, I spread my legs, running my hands up my thighs. Glancing down, I saw the dark patch on my underwear that gave away just how turned on I was. Wren’s gaze was fixed on the same place, her mouth forming an O as she stared down at the evidence of my arousal.
My own mouth fell open when she tugged off her hoodie, leaving her in her leggings and cami top. She shot me what was clearly a shy look from beneath her lashes. How could she be so shy when she was so undeniably beautiful? When the effect she had on me was so obvious?
I beckoned her towards me, and she sank down onto the edge of the bed, her gaze never leaving mine.
“I want to see you,” she whispered, and that was enough for me. I reached behind my back, undoing my bra and throwing it aside, baring my breasts to her gaze. She gave another one of those sexy little moans, tilting forwards on the bed, resting her hands on either side of my ankles.
