I wanted to tell her how I felt, but the words were stuck in my mouth, unable to come out. Instead, I started to show her.
Seph was nowhere about when I opened the door to the apartment. His bedroom door was shut, but no light trickled through the cracks. I took her mouth with mine, demanding that she let me invade her with my tongue like I was going to do with my cock very soon and walked us, stumbled us, to my bedroom.
Her hands weaved magic across my skin, her fingertips writing on my body in permanent ink. Any rush that she tried to begin was curbed when I took hold of her wrists, feeling her squirm against me when I wouldn’t let her take control.
I could be a laid-back lover. I could let my partner take what they need and do the work. Needing to be always in control wasn’t a necessity, but with Wren right now, I needed to because she had everything else.
“I’m going to make you forget everyone else you’ve ever fucked.” I started to undo the top she was wearing, releasing her hands so I could unbutton it, cupping her tits as I did. Her shudder was almost enough to make me start to quicken, but we had all night.
Longer.
“I stopped remembering them weeks ago.”
“I should’ve been your first.” I never thought I’d be able to feel enough to have regrets but I now regretted this. I bent my head to her tits, taking a nipple in my mouth and sucking it quickly and hard. I heard her moan, so I bit softly in response, my fingers heading between her thighs, feeling her heat. She was enough for me to lose my mind and if I did, I didn’t want to find it again.
More clothing came lose, hands wandered, our mouths taken up with tasting each other. Fucking wasn’t graceful, it wasn’t ballet, it wasn’t meant to be.
It was animalistic and desperate, and there was a baseness to our movements. Her hand grabbed my cock, pulling on it and I wondered about coming over her skin and not letting her wash it off. The invisible ink that inscribed my heart across her body wasn’t enough and I got why Max and Jackson and the men who had claimed my sisters needed to give them that ring.
I slowed myself. Moving her onto her back, I pinned her wrists to the bed and looked. Wetness glistened between her legs and her skin was christened with red marks from my mouth and our heat.
“Don’t stop.” Nails dug into my hands
“I promise I’ll finish. Part your legs for me.”
She spread them, opening herself up. I inhaled, scenting her desire and felt my lids grow heavy. In a minute, soon, I’d be inside her, fucking her like an animal. No matter who we were, gay, straight, had a degree, left school at fourteen, we all fucked the same, we just had to find that person who made it feel like we were different when we were together and Wren was different.
I licked, teased her clit, kept it soft, heard her gasp. Her back rose, legs tensing. I covered her cunt with my mouth, lapping and sucking, tasting. I pushed my tongue inside, the intimacy of the act something to be savored.
“I don’t want to come.”
I ignored her.
“I want to come when you’re in me. Please.”
It was the beg that nearly broke me.
I pushed myself up, freeing her wrists. Beneath me she lay open, tits firm and exposed, nipples hard, pussy wet and ready for me. I wanted my camera, to have this image of her permanently there.
Female animals didn’t enjoy sex. They weren’t designed to. Humans did. The only species who would fuck for pleasure. Lying there under me, Wren looked like this was what she’d been made for. She spread her legs wider, her lips parted, moved one knee closer to her arm.
I guided my cock to her centre, bracing myself for her tightness. That first move inside made my eyes roll to the back of my head; heat, pressure, the urge to come. I held my breath, pausing so I didn’t lose it right then.
Three weeks had been too long.
Eleven years should never have happened.
This was my home. Where I needed to be.
I moved slowly, withdrawing and then pushing back inside her, hearing her moan and say my name, heard my words telling her how she felt, how beautiful she was. Her eyes remained on mine, watching and studying. Her tits bounced as my speed increased, each thrust hard, taking my time to pull out, angling my cock to hit her where I knew she liked it best.
She came suddenly, her body convulsing with the orgasm, clutching onto my arms. I picked up speed, hitting balls deep, taking her hard as I chased my own ending.
Maybe I began and ended with her now.
Maybe this was where I was meant to be found.
Her words became needy as her orgasm subsided and she clutched onto me, saying my name, a prayer from her lips. I knew from experience that she would probably come again when I did, but right now she was in a thousand fractured pieces and I was her glue.
