So damned right.
Her pussy is tight and hot and perfect, gripping me like she never wants to let go. I angle my hips, making her cry out.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
I don’t. I keep grinding into her, the wall shuddering with each thrust. Driving into her harder and faster.
I’m glad we made the decision to fuck like rabbits every chance we get. I know there’s a definite shelf life to this arrangement. I know it’s going to come crashing down on us soon.
But for now? I’m going to enjoy every single moment of it.
Wren cries out, her head falling backwards as she starts to clamp around me. Then she is coming on my dick.
I’m right behind her, losing myself in her.
38
Grim
I’m shoving dirty towels into the washing machine when I hear the laundry room door close behind me.
I turn to see Wren standing there, her hand still on the doorknob. Her eyes lock with mine, and there’s something in her expression that makes my mouth go dry.
She reaches up and starts unbuttoning her dress. One button at a time. Slow and deliberate.
My hands pause on the towel I’m holding. I freeze. All I can do is watch as her fingers work their way down.
The dress falls open, revealing the soft swell of her breasts in her bra. The curve of her waist. The swell of her hips.
I swallow hard as she lets the dress drop to the floor.
“It’s dirty,” she tells me, her voice soft.
I pull in a breath. My cock is already responding, hardening in my jeans.
She reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra. The straps slide down her shoulders. She lets it fall.
I make a strangled noise.
Fuck me.
Her tits are perfect. I doubt I will ever tire of looking at them…touching them.
Then she hooks her thumbs into her panties and shimmies out of them. The movement makes her breasts jiggle, and I have to bite back a groan.
She steps out of the panties and walks toward me, completely naked. She stops right in front of me and holds out the garments.
“These are dirty, too,” she says. “I think they need the spin cycle. I might need the spin cycle, too.”
“Are you dirty, Wren?” I ask, my voice a rough rasp.
“Very.”
“Let me help you then.” I take them from her. I’m pretty sure that my mouth is hanging open. I might even be drooling. The panties are still warm from her body. I bring them to my nose and inhale deeply, groaning at the scent of her.
She giggles and shakes her head.
Scent is a shifter thing that humans don’t always understand. At least, not like we do. Wren seems to get it. She gets me.
