He practically purrs under my touch. “I love you calling me that.”
“Noted. What's your favorite Tim Burton movie?” I ask, intrigued because this could make or break us. I’m sure he’d expected me to ask him questions he’d heard all the time; what it was like to be famous or did he miss being able to do a regular food shop himself.
“Easy—Beetlejuice.”
“Same,” I agree, nodding eagerly.
“Favorite Disney? On three.” He asks, an answer eager on my tongue, but I wait for his countdown. I feel like he's distracting me from thinking too heavily over the case, but maybe it's because he needs it too.
“Peter Pan.”
“Beauty and the Beast.” He answers, his cheeks showing a tint of pink as I screw up my face and try not to howl in laughter. Trying to hold back his own, he holds up a finger to my face, but I capture it with my hand, letting the laugh tumble from my lips.
“Oh my god, you’re such a Princess, aren’t you?”
“Tell anyone and I’ll google the endings of every book you start to read.”
I gasp in horror, trying to twist his finger, but he easily gets out of my tiny grip and starts to tickle my sides. I laugh, buck in his lap and gasp breathlessly. Pretty quickly he stills and I can feel the hard ridge of his dick through his wet boxers. I almost forgot I’m wearing nothing and when I look down at our bodies, I see how thick and truly hard it is.
“That thing will kill me.” I breathe out, unable to get enough air in my lungs as his grip tightens on my hips before one hand slides down over my ass. He palms one cheek, humming as he digs his fingers into my skin.
My head snaps back up to meet his eyes, dark and dilated with desire swirling in them. He looks at me like I’m everything, a look I’ve never experienced before.
“What’s your favorite position?” I gather all my courage, feeling his chest dragging in deep breaths. He runs one of his hands through my hair and splays it against the side of my head, pulling me closer till our noses touch.
“I’m not going to fuck you here.” he says in a gravely voice I could just melt over.
“Just show me.”
Water splashes out of the tub and the cup of my half-eaten ramen hits the floor, as in seconds, he’s spun me around and has me pressed against the side of the roll-top bath. My hands instinctively grip the side, my knees braced underneath me as he fits his thighs either side of me as best as he can and presses his hard length against my ass. My entire body shivers, a needynoise escaping my throat as he runs a palm down my spine that leaves a scorching path. I feel touch-starved, despite being laid against him this entire time. A strong arm places itself next to my head, and his knuckles turn white gripping the tub. I can feel him holding back by the way his muscles tighten, his hips rolling into me gently, but so firm I nearly combust right there.
He leans forward, caging in my small frame, our bodies flush and his head right next to my ear. “This is my favorite,” he whispers. “I would slide my dick into your needy pussy and watch as your fucking beautiful ass bounces on it, until you came all over me. You’d milk me fucking dry,Baby.”
I can feel piercing heat start to grow inside me at his words, his dominance making the animal in my inner cage go feral once again. I’ve never had wild sex before, especially not with someone who whispers filthy words. His free hand starts to make its way down the front of my body and I let out a little gasp when he runs two fingers against my soaked folds.
“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice gentler, but still full of desire.
I frantically nod, desperately wanting him to touch my body and use me however he likes. However heneeds.“Please. I want you so much.”
He fucking growls, pushing two fingers straight inside me and I moan. My head falls back against his shoulder as he pumps them in and out of me, rutting his restrained cock against my cheeks. His thumb finds my clit, stroking in circles like he’s an expert on how to wind my body higher and higher.
He kisses the side of my face. “You’re so fucking tight—so perfect. I can’t wait to have you all to myself, in my bed, in yours. I’m going to have you on every surface imaginable until you permanently see stars whenever you close your eyes. You’ll only think of us. Think of what I do to you. I’ll give you everything you want. Anything.”
The pleasure he inflicts on me winds my body tighter, until I feel like I’m ready to float, his fingers curling inside me. I don’t stand a chance, balancing on the tip of a mountain, ready to fall into blissful contentment. I never knew it could be like this, feel like this. His movement against my ass picks up. I can feel his dick practically throbbing through his wet boxers as he finds his own pleasure. He’s paying such close attention to my pussy though; he’s giving me exactly what I asked for.
“Once I finally get inside you, Love, you’re mine. I’m not letting you go. I’m going to bury myself inside you every moment we get. Give you so many orgasms, you’ll beg me to stop. You make me feel crazy, Roo—I can’t stop, can’t get enough of you. You're right here with me.” His words send me over the edge and I fall, my body tightening around his fingers as I breathily moan nonsense. My skin tingles with hot flushes and I fall back into him, his fingers still working on me as I orgasm so hard I feel like I black out. Wasting no time, Wren lets out a long groan as his rhyme becomes frantic and out of time, until he presses firmly against me and folds over.
“Jesus fucking christ, you’re so fucking beautiful when you come apart for me. I’ve got you.” Slowing his strokes in my pussy, he peppers my shoulders, neck, cheeks with kisses and my eyelids flutter shut as I bask in the glow I feel from my .
“That was perfect,” I mumble, unsure if my words even come out correctly because I’m a sated puddle in his arms.
A low chuckle rumbles in his chest against my back and he places one more kiss against my damp hair. “Anything for you.” Feeling safe and warm, I allow myself to drift into a cosy place, giving myself completely over to him. I barely register him draining the bath, squeezing the water from my hair and wrapping it into a towel. Wren lifts me out of the bath and I try to move, but he places a strong hand between my breasts and adjusts his hold under my thighs.
“Shh—I got you. Sleep. I’ll tidy up and you can be my little spoon.” I try to laugh, but my energy is completely zapped; my mind at utter ease. I make out the feel of a soft towel being placed around me, before being carried out of the warm bathroom and into the cooling bedroom. The contrast causes my skin to pebble, but it doesn’t last long as I’m placed under the covers and surrounded by the scent of Wren. Sandalwood and mint. His hands move gently to dry me, underwear moving up my thighs and he puts me in one of his oversized t-shirts. I snuggle instinctively back into the pillows and sigh happily, feeling fully taken care of.
A little while later, as I start to drift into sleep, I feel the covers move and warmth floods my back when his strong arms wrap around me. His thigh wedges between mine and I settle in, humming at the soft kisses that keep coming across my skin until I’m fully taken by slumber.
Chapter twenty-three
