I want to take her into my bedroom and take care of every inch of her.
And then I want to keep her up there with me, selfishly, hiding her from the brutal world she has now found herself a part of. I want to keep her safe.
I lean down and press my forehead to hers, moving slowly so I don’t scare her.
“Wren,” I whisper, and I feel her push into me, “if this is too much…if you feel like you…if you don’t want to do this?—”
I stop when I feel her reach up and press a finger to my lips.
“I’m doing this,” she says, and I stare down at her, my eyes bouncing back and forth between hers. I nod slowly.
“Okay,” I tell her. “But you’re not doing it alone.”
She smiles and bites her lip.
“What? You gonna wear a tight little dress and go with me?” She giggles, but I don’t even crack a smile. I just tighten my grip on her, pulling her in tighter to me.
“No.” I shake my head. “But I’m going to make sure no one lays a fucking hand on you.”
She swallows, the smile running away from her face.
“No one?” she whispers.
“No one but me,” I say, pulling her into me and taking her lips with mine. She moans as her fingers snake up into my hair, tugging on it gently as my arms lift her off the ground and against my chest. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I know she can feel my thick, hard cock pressing up against her. I don’t give a fuck. She does it to me, and I want her to know.
I tighten my grip on her as I walk out of the spa room and down the hallway. I cross the living room to the stairs, but then I stop.
I want to make it to the bed, but not yet. I have to taste her.Now.
I sit her down on the step gently, our lips coming apart. I lean her back then reach down and gently press her knees apart, her little white robe inching up her thighs. I look down at her, like I’m famished, and she is the first thing I can sink my teeth—or my tongue—into. I untie the belt on her robe, and with one finger, I push one side open, then the other, exposing her perfect, naked body. It’s the first time I’ve seen her perfect tits, and all I want to do is take them into my mouth. I cup one then bend down and leave a trail of kisses from her neck to her nipple before I suck it in, flicking it with my tongue and drawing a long moan from her. My hand slides down around her back to her ass, tugging her gently to the edge of the step.
Then I move down so my head is between her legs, and I push her legs apart just a tiny bit more. She’s leaned back, hertits pointed and perky, her head dropped back behind her as she waits for what’s coming to her.
I wrap my hands around her thighs, then I dive in. I ravage her pussy with my mouth, licking and sucking and massaging her with my tongue. When I can feel her tightening up, I slip one finger in, then another, letting them work in symphony with my tongue. I suck her clit into my mouth with a pulsing motion as my fingers curl inside of her at the same speed, until I feel her hand clutch onto my hair. Her other hand smacks down against the step, and she’s panting.
“Fuck, Brooks,” she breathes, but I don’t let up. I keep working, everything moving together until I feel the warmth of her juices on my face, until her legs lock then loosen on either side of me, and I hear the final whimper escape her lips. I sit back on my heels, using my thumb to collect her arousal on my beard and sweeping it into my mouth. She sits there, robe undone. And now,she’sundone.
I stand up then bend down, scooping her up off the step. I take the stairs two by two then walk down the hallway into my bedroom. I lay her on my massive bed, tugging the robe completely off her as I do.
She lies there, still basking in her orgasm, as I start to undress. I tug my shirt out of my jeans then unbuckle my belt and let my pants drop to the ground. I’m standing in front of her with my dick pitching a tent in my boxers, and as her eyes drop to my length, she sits up, licking her lips. She scoots closer to the edge of the bed, those pretty little eyes looking up at me.
She bites her lip then reaches out with one hand, slipping it beneath my waistband and taking hold of me. She could steer me right off a cliff, I swear to God.
She strokes me once, then twice, never letting her eyes off mine. Then she reaches out with her other hand and tugs at my boxers, helping wriggle me loose as they fall to my feet. I kickthem away as she eyes me up and down, using one hand to feel my length and the other to cradle my balls.
I feel that tightening in my belly, and I suck in a breath through my teeth.
“Fuck, baby,” I whisper, but then I feel the warmth of her pretty little mouth wrapped around me, and the breath whooshes out of my lungs. My eyes spring open as I stare down at her. I don’t want to miss this view.
She slurps me in and out of her mouth, moving at the most perfect fucking pace I’ve ever seen. My body reacts, and everything inside of me straightens up as my cock grows even more inside her mouth. She moves her head, a tiny little gagging noise below making me fucking weak.
“Jesus, Wren,” I groan as she moves, but I don’t want to come—not like this. Not right now. I want her fully tonight. I need her to feel what she does to me. I need to claim her. Now.
I push back on her shoulders gently, her pouty lips making a popping noise as she leans back and comes off me.
“We’re not finishing like that,” I tell her, reaching up and pushing her back on the bed.
She cocks an eyebrow, looking up at me.
