“Maniac…” Wren turned and looked at me. “This is beautiful.”
You can thank Solei for that.
“Thanks, I tried,” was my response.
Taking her by the hand, I led her over to the table and we took a seat. Grabbing the bottle of champagne, I popped it and poured both of us a glass. “I know that we could’ve done this at home, but I wanted to get you out the house for a bit. I’on want shit to get boring between us.”
Wren stared over at me from her seat. She nipped the corner of her lower lip and replied, “I don’t think things will ever get boring between us.”
Before I knew it, I felt a foot press against the crotch of my pants. Wren massaged my dick with her foot as the chef brought out our food. She was lucky as fuck this man was in here with us now or else I would’ve stripped her right here at this fucking table.
The chef placed the plates down in front of us and took a step back from the table. I stared down at the prime beef tenderloin with parmesan potato pave, asparagus with lemon butter and roasted carrots with honey glaze.
“Oh, this looks delicious,” Wren spoke and looked up at the chef. “Thank you.” He nodded at her.
“You can leave now,” I told him and picked up my fork.
He disappeared back into the kitchen ’til it was time for dessert—heart shaped macarons and chocolate covered strawberries. Something simple, yet I knew that Wren would love.
Once we were done with dinner, we found ourselves standing in front of the floor length windows. Wren in front of me withmy arms wrapped around her waist as she stared out into the twinkling lights of the city.
“Tonight was perfect,” escaped her lips. Mine pressed against her bare shoulder.
“I know how to make it better,” I told her in between kisses. My dick is standing at attention, and I needed her to handle this shit. I knew I wasn’t gon’ make it much further into the night without entering her wet center.
“I feel it.” She giggled.
Releasing her, my fingertips grazed her shoulders and moved down her back to her zipper. After I unzipped her dress, she shimmed out of it, displaying the white thongs she had on underneath. My eyes zeroed in on her stomach. Every time I saw it, I still couldn’t believe that she was pregnant and carrying my baby.
“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” she said with a smirk.
Removing my phone from my pocket, I went to the camera and snapped a quick picture of her before putting it back into my pocket and undoing my shirt. Her hands pressed against my abs and glided up to my chest. They didn’t stop ’til they reached my shoulders and brushed my shirt off. It fell to the floor behind me. I undid my pants and pushed them down.
“Looks like someone missed me.” Her tongue swept her lips.
“You just don’t know.”
Turning her around, I pushed her toward the glass. Her palms pressed against it. Wren’s naked body silhouetted against the pane, nipples pebbling from the chill and the thrill. My breath tickled the side of her neck, and her breathing labored. My hands roamed over her hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh. Yanking her panties, they instantly ripped, and I tossed them to the floor.
I kicked her feet wider apart, spreading her stance. My dick stiff as a board, leaking precum, nudged between her thighs,sliding along her slick pussy lips. I’d been thinking of this moment all day long. There’s so much built-up tension inside me that I couldn’t wait to release in her.
Wren shivered, fogging the glass with her quick breaths. “Let them see you take this dick.” I gripped her waist and thrust forward, burying my dick inside her in one deep plunge.
“Mmmhmm,” she moaned, the sound echoing off the windows. Her pussy stretched around my dick. I pulled back slowly, the drag of my dick against her inner walls made her clench, then slammed in again, harder. The glass vibrated faintly with each impact, her body jolting forward.
Reaching around, I found her clit and gently massaged it to match my thrusts. Wren’s nails scraped the window as pleasure built, her juices dripping down her thighs, coating my balls as they slapped against her. My fingers mixed in with her mane, and I yanked her head back. My tongue shoved deep into her mouth. Our tongues dueled messily while I fucked her brainless. I ground deep, hitting her spot with every stroke.
“Fuck, you wet as shit.” Ever since she got pregnant, she was ten times wetter than before, and I’m not even certain if I can handle the water park at this point. The shit needed to come with a caution sign—dangerous when wet.
“Only for you,” she moaned back.
She pressed back against me, meeting my strokes, her ass cheeks rippling from the force. I sped up, cupping her breast. Her nipple pinned between my index and middle finger ’til she whimpered against my mouth.
“Fuuuuck! I’m cumming!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
“I’m cumming with you, babe,” I told her, releasing my seeds deep inside her.
Wren
