“So now you’re going to use trite pickup lines?” Wren joked with me as she ran her delicate yet skilled fingers down the buttons of her blouse, opening them one by one.
“I’m pretty sure we are slightly beyond pickup, yeah?”
She bit her lip, likely searching for a response in her sex-hazed brain.
“No need to respond.” I beat her to saying anything, slipping her blouse off and tossing it on the floor. “If you’re feeling as amped as me, it’s a wonder either of us can string together a sentence.”
I helped her slide up my bed to the pillows, thinking the housekeeper would have her work cut out for her tomorrow putting this bed back together. I lay over her, bracing my weight on my elbow, and kissed her, our tongues sliding inside one another’s mouths and tangling.
“Birdie,” I said on an exhale. Closing my eyes, I took another deep breath before standing.
She followed my movement, worry filling her brow, and I could tell she was moments away from asking where I was going.
“I’m desperate to get out of these jeans. They’re cutting off all the blood supply to parts of my body I may want to use shortly.”
A smile tipped up her lips.
Shrugging out of my pants, my feet already bare from when we got home, I tore my shirt over my head and slid back up Wren’s body in nothing but boxer briefs.
She took in every development with her eyes never leaving me. When she tilted her hips in the air, I took it as a sign to remove her pants, keeping our gazes locked, unzipping the ivory-colored denim and shimmying it off. It was only during thefinal yank, where I tossed her bottoms to meet mine, that I saw her panties.
“Coffee, tea, or me?” I recited what it said on the tiny scrap of turquoise cotton, small rhinestones circling the words.
“They don’t make day-of-the-week underwear for women my age…”
“I’d say these are much better, and I will take you instead of coffee or tea any day.” I slid the material to the side, revealing her soft, tender trap. I heard myself breathe in and out before planting a small kiss on her pubic bone.
My mind flicked to the few times we’d done this before, and I recalled Wren had enjoyed it with reckless abandon. I wanted to make that happen all over again, but better, so I set about exactly that, starting with small strokes of my tongue. Wren moved under me, seeking friction where she needed it, unabashedly wanting me deeper and harder, small moans escaping her until her hand grabbed my hair and her pelvis full-on tilted and a whoosh of breath escaped her. A small shiver overtook her body and I rode it out, taking each and every last ripple until she’d settled and calmed.
“Stunning,” I murmured, clawing my way back up her body, kissing her lips, noting she didn’t mind her own taste.
Wren wasn’t a young girl anymore; she was a fucking sensational woman.
And I was a man—in heaven or in trouble. She was leaving in two days, and then what?
I couldn’t think about it as her hand stroked down my side, running over my rib cage and inside my briefs, finding my length. I fell to her side, snuggling in next to her, and she stroked me, my own hand running over her satin bra, plucking her nipple. Together, we were a mess of moans and saying one another’s names.
“Birdie,” I finally spoke, “I need you to stop or else…” I stilled her hand.
“I want you,” she answered.
“I want to be inside you too.” I didn’t have to explain that was why I had to end her hand’s exploration. It had been thirty years since I prematurely went off, but somehow this moment made me feel capable of acting like an inexperienced boy.
“Have me, Danny.”
That was all Wren had to say, and I was lingering over her.
“Shit,” I said. “Condom?” It came out like a question, although I didn’t mean it to. Nor did I expect Wren’s response.
“IUD.”
“Are you sure?” She nodded and I felt the need to explain. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long while.”
“Me either. Now get to it.” Her hips rose, encouraging me to sink inside her, and I did.
Very slowly, savoring each moment, until I was so deep I wasn’t sure I’d ever leave.
We moved at a deliberate rhythm at first, taking our time, until need took over and we became a war of ins and outs and grasping one another’s limbs, looking for harder, deeper, more.
