Wren crawls up my body with a knowing expression, stopping to kiss my chest and then collarbone so softly. “You looked so beautiful coming all over my face.” He says with male pride and I scoff, loving his filthy mouth but also how gentle he’s being with me. I don’t have time to respond before he grabs my waist and pulls me up with him, twisting his body till he’s sitting with his back against the headboard. I’m straddling his lap, slightly dazed from the new position. He’s still wearing his shorts and if humanly possible, his erection is even harder. It strains against his waistband, probably painful and I should offer to help with that.
I adjust my position so it rests against my middle, my body already aching for his touch again. Both of his hands brush back my wet hair that has already started to curl, his eyes exploring my body and a soft smile laces his lips.
“Like what you see?” I laugh, placing my hands on his tattooed shoulders and I trace the snake's body that trails along there. It’s intricate, well done, and I bet it hurts like a bitch. The reason I never got a tattoo—well, apart from the best friends for life pact tattoo I let Phin hand-poke himself. He has a matching one in the same place and said that if he gives it to anyone else, I’ll know they're someone I can trust unconditionally. Instinctually I look down at his wrist and unsurprisingly see a black hand-poked heart, in exactly the same place as my own.
Wren hums in approval and places a kiss on my shoulder, trailing his lips up my neck and then to my own lips. I can taste myself on him, and I assumed I wouldn't like it, but I instantly feel ravaging desire pools between my legs again already. I’mprobably making a mess in his lap, but as we kiss he slowly moves his hips and rubs his hard dick against my centre.
He watches my eyes closely as he runs his other hand down my side, over the rise of my hip and down the curve of my bum. He doesn't stop, splaying his hand under me and pressing his long fingers up against my soaked, needy centre. I almost buck, my head tilting back as my eyes close at the feel of him against my sensitive pussy and we both moan. I need him so badly again already; I’m repeating my boundaries in my mind to attempt any resemblance of grounding myself.
Despite wanting him to lower his shorts and push his thick length into me, I don’t want sex in a house which was meant to be my home with someone else. It may be my best friend's new dream, but Nightingale House isn't where I belong and it cannot keep memories I want to hold on to.
“How does that feel?” Wren asks, still staring so intensely down into my soul as he uses the pads of his fingers to rub circles on my clit. He instantly finds the right spot and I become breathless, my throat constricting when he moves them lower along my slit and slips one finger straight into me. He goes still as I get used to the feeling. He pumps once, twice, and then adds another finger as the pace begins to quicken.
“It feels so good. S–so good,” I say, breathing heavily as I instinctively grind my hips into him and start to ride his hand. My skin ignites once more and intensely my second orgasm starts to build. He pulls them out of me so easily, allowing me to take control of grinding in his lap, but there's no doubt in my mind this pleasure is all due to the man under me. I lean my lower body closer into him and feel the ridge of his strained cock, pressing the perfect amount of pressure against my clit. Both sensations send me dizzy, as I ride against his pumping fingers and hear a groan so feral leave his lips before he crashes them back into mine.
We find the perfect rhythm, and his free hand roams over my entire body, up and down, like he’s unable to keep from touching every inch of me. Wren keeps letting out these delicious, breathy moans against my lips, like he’s trying his hardest to remain in control of himself and keep to the pace I’ve set. He grabs my waist painfully hard and I gasp, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over the spot. Gripping my hip instead, he moves me faster against his cock, the feel of it through the fabric building the burning heat inside me to a height I’m scared to fall from. I’ve never felt this level of pleasure before and I know the moment I let go for him, it’s going to destroy me. I should be scared–I should fear how in days this man has connected pieces inside of me that I didn't know existed. He's woven himself into them so they’ll never glow without his touch.
“That's my good fucking girl. You’re so wet, your needy pussy is strangling my fingers. Let go for me, Roo. You’re all mine.”
I’m done; falling into blissful annulation.
“Fucking mine.” He growls, pressing his face into the crook of my neck.
I come so hard I see stars.
I am shaking, shuddering as I ride out wave after wave of pleasure only known to surely exist in another galaxy. Is this what foreplay is meant to feel like? How is mankind not screaming from the rooftops about this euphoric feeling I’m experiencing right now?
My head has fallen back as I cling to Wren for dear life as I start to come down, his body tense and his arms taut around my body, making me feel safe in his hold. He jerks and low groans rumble from his throat. I lay my cheek against his curls and chuckle softly at how they adorably stick up everywhere.
Slowly, he stops moving his fingers in me and pulls them out, my body letting out a long sigh, and I nearly sag against him. For the second time this evening, he led me into a satisfied sedationand I could fall asleep right here, covered in our mess. After what feels like a lifetime of just embracing each other, I feel little kisses being placed on my shoulder, my neck, collarbone and the hand that wasn't just inside me brushes my hair from my face. God, I bet I look in an utter state right now. He plants a gentle kiss against my lips, but I can't find the energy to kiss him back, as my eyes struggle to remain open. I use the last of it to muster a small smile.
“Best ride of my life.” I say and Wren lets out wolfish laughter. I can't help but smile wider, resting my head against his as my body urges for me to rest.
“You’re something else, do you know that, Baby?”
“You really love all these pet names.”
“With you, yes I really do.”
“Next you’ll be calling me Pumpkin or Princess." I tease, causing him to faux-flinch, which he then covers up with a shake of his head.
“Just you wait, you’ve opened the door to endless endearment. I’m going to come up with the most ridiculous pet names and call you them in public.”
I want to dramatically roll my eyes, but the gesture must not be a tenth of what I’d normally give him because he continues to laugh and squeezes me gently in his arms.
Lowering me slowly down onto the bed, he lays me on the left side and adjusts the pillows under my head. I’m still fully naked, which only just dawns on me that he's now seen me bare. My legs feel like jelly as I stare down at them entwined with his. My light olive-toned skin is a contrast to his pale, tattooed body, but I love the way we look together.
Wren runs his fingertips down my cheeks and leans to kiss me. “Wait here.” he whispers, continuing to stroke my cheek for a few moments more before he moves from the bed. I watch as he pads over to the bathroom, shamelessly admiring the tonedmuscles in his back. The sound of water draining drifts out, as well as shuffling and the sink taps being turned on. He quickly comes out with a cloth, a dry towel, hairbrush, and a bottle of what looks like moisturizer. I prop myself up on my elbows and simply watch him, slightly stunned as he runs the cloth up my thighs and across my centre, cleaning me so gently. My brain sort of short circuits because no one has ever treated me this way and we didn't even have sex.
“What are you doing?” I ask sleepily.
That bright smile returns as he finishes his journey cleaning my skin. “Aftercare.”
He adjusts his sitting position a couple of times as if he’s uncomfortable; realisation flooding me that he never finished. He focused solely on my pleasure. His head snaps up as I reach over and trace along his waistband, a smirk creeping onto his lips as he lets out a low chuckle. Throwing the cloth onto the floor close to the bed, he moves closer to me and rests on his side as he takes both of my hands in his and places them on his chest, on the bat and stars that expand into more tattoos of foliage that flow down underneath his shorts.
A light flush burns at my cheeks at the slight rejection. “Do you not want me to touch you?” I raise my eyebrows a little, looking down at his crotch. He still looks firm.
Wren plants a soft kiss to my forehead, stroking hair from my face. He looks pleased, which only confuses me more. “Baby, you don't need to touch me. I just came so hard in my pants from you grinding on me, like a teenager. I should be embarrassed, really, but it was so fucking hot.” He laughs, pushing his face into my neck and I can't help but laugh too. I have the overwhelming thought that nothing could make this moment more perfect. I’ve never experienced such mutual bliss before, my body comfortable and at ease next to him despite how exposed my naked body is.
