Wren is kneeling in the shower, their head tipped up to capture the water in their mouth that they then rinse and spit with.
I’m not offended by their action. They swallowed my cum without complaint. But their eyes are bright, lips red, and water cascades over their naked body like they’re being baptized by it.
And it hits me.
This could never just be about the sex.
It’s not even about need.
It’s about Wren handing me something more real than anything I’ve earned.
Wren runs their hands through their hair, rinsing as they go, and I notice they had conditioner in their hair all this time. Fuck me, I was out of it when I came in.
I drop to my knees in front of them and reach for their face. “Thank you,” I say before I cup their jaw and kiss them.
It’s soft. Tender. Maybe even reverent. I want to give them back everything they just gave me.
Their hands settle on my shoulders, grounding me again. “Are you okay?” they ask.
I’m not sure Wren has any clue just how big a question that is. “I don’t know what I am,” I admit. “But I know what I want.”
Wren tilts their head. “What youneedis bed.”
I trail my hand down between their tits, over their stomach, until I hover just above their clit. “Let me take care of you.”
Wren grips my wrist. “As good as that sounds, you had quite the night, and I want to check your head. It might need stitching or?—”
“No.” I put my other hand over theirs and lift it from me.
“River, I?—”
“I need to do this,” I say, and the words come out rougher than I mean. “Unless this is about consent and you don’t want me to.”
“It’s not about consent,” Wren says. “It’s about timing. I want to dry you off, get you into bed, check out your thick head.”
“I just need to remind myself we’re both still here. Not sure I’ll be able to sleep until I do.”
Wren searches my face, and I let them. I mean, what are they going to see there. Fear? Need?
Finally, they nod, with the ghost of a smile on their face. “Okay.”
I offer them my hand, and they take it. But when they misunderstand and move to leave the shower, I tug them back to the wall. “I want you where I was.” I shuffle between their legs and kiss the inside of their thigh, moving higher and higher until their breath catches.
Gently, I rub my thumb over their clit. “Tell me if anything feels wrong.”
“It won’t.”
I smile at their trust in me. “But if it does…”
I take my time, easing them open to me. And when I finally put my mouth on them, tongue slow and soft as it strokes their tight bud, Wren calls out my name.
I fucking love learning Wren’s body. Not chasing a goal but truly understanding what works for them.
Their hands thread into my hair, not to guide me, just to hold on to me.
Every sound they make is a revelation as I move my tongue beneath their lips.
But I’m not close enough, or deep enough. I don’t even know if I’m meant to use the word pussy here, but I want it all up in my fucking face.
