They bend forward slightly, and I see a wet spot blooming. I press my thumb over it, rubbing back and forward.
“Mmm,” Wren says. “This feels foolish, given someone could be looking for us.”
“But so good, right?”
Wren chuckles. “It is.”
I slide their underwear down their legs and run my tongue between the cheeks of their ass. Not enough that I can reach that spot.
I release them for a second and undo my belt and jean’s button and zipper before shoving them down, along with my own underwear, so my cock is exposed. There’s something nasty and honest about Wren being naked and me being dressed. I grab the condom in my cut pocket and put it on.
“Ride me, Wren,” I say, offering them my hand as they turn.
They lower themself slowly, I place my hands gently on their hips. Even though everything in me wants to buck up and bury myself deep. Their breath catches, and their pupils dilate enough to make my cock jump.
They reach between us and guide me to their entrance. Slow and confident in their actions.
Wren sinks down slow, inch by inch, head tipping back as a soft grunt spills from their lips. My fingers dig in as I hold still, letting them take what they need at their pace.
“Goddamn,” I say through clenched teeth. “You feel good.”
Wren’s eyes meet mine. There’s nothing coy there. Just the same kind of rawness I feel. That every time we touch each other like this, it matters. And when they’re fully seated, I can feel theirmuscles fluttering around me, like their body is still adjusting to the intrusion.
“You okay?” I ask, my thumb digging into the crease of their hip.
Wren leans down and presses a kiss to my mouth. “Better than.” They begin to move, painfully slowly, setting a rhythm that’s all about connection.
“Love the way you clench every inch of me. Drives me out of my mind.”
I slide one hand up their back, tangling my fingers in their hair so I can guide their mouth back to mine. The kiss is wet and messy and perfect, and they whimper into my mouth when my other hand trails up their body inch by inch until I can cup one of their tits.
“You good?” I murmur, my thumb brushing lightly across their nipple.
They gasp, nod, and I do it again.
“Can I?” I ask, tugging gently on the soft nipple in my fingertips. It hardens beneath my touch, and little goose bumps flare on their chest.
“Yes. Please.”
I pull their nipple to my mouth and suck, soft at first, and then, with a little more pressure. Using my tongue on them until they cry out and grind down on me a little harder. Nails that have grown a little longer dig into my shoulders.
The move sends sparks sizzling along my spine.
“Fuck, River,” Wren says.
“I love your body,” I say, brushing my lips across the gap between their nipples before sucking the other one into my mouth. “I love every inch,” I say between licks. “Love that you trust me to touch you like this.”
Wren’s rhythm falters, their body trembling.
The fire crackles around us, the mood shifting to something deeply connected and intense.
“I love that you look at me like I’m enough,” Wren says.
“Because you are.”
They move again, hips rolling faster, and I thrust up into them, meeting each movement.
Wren slides their hands into my hair. “Talk to me.”
