The anticipation of what’s about to occur is driving me crazy. My body is tingling all over and I feel flutters in my stomach. I flash him a smile and he smirks before climbing back on top of me. Using his hands, he spreads my legs then leans in and kisses my pussy, gliding the tip of his penis up and down my slit. My breath quickens at the indescribable feeling.
“Mm, shit,” I whine.
“You ready for me?” he asks again and I nod while smiling.
“Yes,” I finally utter. When the word leaves my lips, he enters me, slowly introducing my body to him. My walls grip him tightly and my body arches deeply to totally welcome him in. “Damn, Meleck,” I scream lightly when he’s seated in me.
After slipping his tongue into my mouth, he kisses me while stroking in and out. The pleasure I experience is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The tiny hairs on my arms spike and my body temperature heats up.
“Shit, Wren. You feel better than I imagined,” he groans while picking up his thrusts.
The more he strokes in and out of me, the wetter I get and the louder I moan. A storm forms in my toes and travels up my body. The pressure in my core builds and my body bucks. My nailsdig into his muscular back as he rocks me to a massive orgasm. When my eyes stop rolling to the back of my head, my arms latch around him. I hold on tightly while with precise, tempered strokes, he rocks me through my explosion. He doesn’t stop until he explodes too.
“Shit!” he grunts before I feel the weight of him on me. I don’t know how long we lay like this, body to body, but I enjoy every minute. As our breathing slows and my heartrate normalizes, a smile creeps across my face and I laugh lowly. “What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Nothing. I’m just glad I came up here and let you seduce me.”
“I think you seduced me with those little shorts on,” he counters after lifting his head.
“I like my version better,” I say and he smiles.
“You got that,” he replies with a smirk. Then he eases out of me and I immediately miss the connection. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back,” he says before climbing off the bed.
“Oh, trust me. I can’t move if I wanted.”
Chapter 11
Meleck
Having Wren surprise me last night had been everything but waking up to her fine body all over mine this morning was even better. I woke up with a peace and calmness I’ve never experienced, and for the first time in two years, I wasn’t thinking about my next gig. My mind wasn’t plotting my next location and I was content, happy, and still. She quiets the noise that makes me seek new places and new experiences and I just want to be all in her space.
After kissing her sweet pussy until her juices were all over my face this morning, she eased back into the house before Amara was up. We had breakfast together, all three of us, after I milked her goats and she checked on and packaged her soaps. We already have a routine and I can honestly see myself continuing it with her.
When she took Amara to school, I headed to my uncle’s. His small farm is only fifteen minutes from Wren’s and I’ve been here for three hours. Foxy needed more work than he thought, but after a tune-up, oil change, and radiator flush, I got her up and running. I’m about to meet Wren at The Phoxes Den so we can get her Christmas tree.
True to her normal self, my aunt has been in the house the entire time I’ve been here. She greeted me with a fake ass smile when I arrived, and after I assured her that I was just here for the truck, her fake smile turned into a real one. She really hasn’t changed at all. Out of respect for my uncle, however, I do tell her I’m out before leaving the farm.
As soon as I pull in front of the lodge at The Phoxes Den, I spot Wren’s truck. She got a call that her tree was ready a day early. I see my uncle too. He’s standing on the side of one of the black Sprinters parked off to the side, so I park next to him. His dark, round face lights up when he sees Foxy. He won’t admit this shit but I think he loves Foxy more than his wife.
“She’s purring like a kitten,” he says when I step over to him.
“Yeah, and she rides good too,” I admit.
“If your auntie didn’t love that Ford so much, I would give it back to you and take my baby back home,” he says.
“We can do that.”
“Nah. Just ’cause trouble comes visiting doesn't mean you have to offer it a place to sit down.”
“Who’s trouble?” I question.
“Not who. What. Foxy, if I drive her back home and not that Ford. Your aunt might make me sleep outside,” he says with a hearty chuckle. “You keep Foxy. I trust you with her.”
“It’s only temporary,” I tell him.
“You sure 'bout that?” he asks, then nods to his left. My eyes follow his nod and I see Wren walking out of the lodge. She looks sexy as shit in ass hugging jeans, a thick red and black plaid coat, snow boots, and my Jaxson. At this point, my hat is hers now and she can have it.She can have anything she wants from me.
My eyes stay glued on her until she spots me. When she smiles, I do too. “Ain’t nothing temporary ’bout that look in your eyes,” Unc says, grabbing my attention again. “Go handle yo’ business. I need to get these people to town.”
