“How are we finishing?”
I reach out and grab her hips, tugging her to me. I use one hand to grab my wallet out of my pants on the floor, digging quickly for a condom. I tear it open with my teeth, and our eyes lock. I spit in my hand then use it to circle her clit, warming her back up. As she starts to writhe, I slip my fingers inside her and give her three deep pumps. Then, I pull them back out and suck them into my mouth. I slide the condom on, she gasps, and our eyes lock again.
“Together,” I say, then I plunge into her. She arches her back, her hands flying up and her nails digging into my shoulders. I pause for a moment, letting her adjust to me. She opens her eyesand bites her bottom lip. “You okay?” I ask. She nods, her grip on me releasing slightly. I slide my hands around underneath her ass and lift it slightly off the bed, hoisting her legs over my shoulders. I kiss the inside of her ankle gently then begin to move inside of her. I think about her that first time in the elevator. I think about her in that little skirt. The way she puts me in my place. The way she knows exactly how to make me tick. And I think of how I will never let anyone else lay a hand on her.
So fucking pretty, this one.
I move my hips back and forth, changing my angle slightly to see which ones make her moan. I pay attention to her different cues, the way her grip eases and tightens, the way she bucks her hips, the way her hand moves instinctively to her pussy, circling herself as I circle inside of her. She’s so fucking perfect, her black waves splayed out on the bed all around her. Her perfect tits bounce up and down as I take her, and the look on her face is one of pure pleasure. Her lips are parted, her eyes are rolled back, like all she’s doing is feeling me.
I lean forward and slide my hand up her back, lifting her up and off the bed. I hoist her up, still inside her, fucking her while I hold her up in the air, letting her slide up and down on me as I walk her over to the windows of my bedroom. We’re higher than almost anyone else in the entire city right now, but frankly, if all eight million pairs of eyes were on us, I wouldn’t give a single fuck.
I hold her up against the glass and fuck her hard, our bodies leaving imprints on the cool glass. She pulls me in for a long, hard kiss, her tongue invading my space, before we break apart.
“Take me to the bed,” she breathes, kissing my cheek and sucking on my neck. “I want to ride you.”
Holy fuck.This girl is going to be the death of me.
WREN
Iwant to ride him like a goddamn horse.
I want to feel him all up in me, and I want to stare down at him while I move my body over top of him.
I don’t know if it’s the entire situation, the way he makes me feel safe, how fucking hot he is, or a combination of all the above, but I want this man in a way I have never wanted any other. Even while he’s inside of me, I want more. Ineedmore.
And having him inside of me feels even more amazing than I ever imagined any of the four million times I pretended my vibrator was him. GoodGod.
He carries me across his huge bedroom then spins around and sits on the bed. The muscles ripple out of every part of his body, his arms, his shoulders, his legs…but all the while, he moves me around so effortlessly. I press my hand to his chest, pushing him down on the bed, and then put my knees down. I flip my hair over one shoulder, letting it cascade down, and push myself into more of an upright position. He looks up at me, eyes narrowed, and I feel this burst of confidence wash over me. The way he looks at me feels like he’s taking every part of me in, committing it to memory like a painting in a museum. He’snot judging or criticizing or questioning…he’s memorizing. And I want him to remember this.
I lean back on one hand then lick the pads of my fingers on the other. I slide my hand down between my breasts, past my navel, and land on my clit, all while my eyes are locked on him. He’s staring at my hand, watching as my fingers separate me, play with me, then rub my clit in a circular motion, all while he’s still inside of me, filling me up. I move back and forth slowly, never taking my eyes off his, and as I quicken my pace, I see him start to lose control. He presses his head back into his pillow, tightening his hands on my hips, digging his fingers into my skin.
“Wren,” he growls as I move back and forth. “Fuck.”
I move faster, rocking on his dick like it’s a saddle. I put both hands on his chest, pressing down and giving myself more leverage as I fuck him faster and faster. But just as I’m breaking a sweat, he pushes himself up, stopping me and sliding me off his length. In one quick move, he flips me around, setting me on all fours. He spreads my legs apart, and then I gasp when I feel his tongue swipe me from front to back, burying his face in me as his hands pull my cheeks apart.
He presses his cock into me again, and I let out a long moan, clutching onto the covers in front of me. One of his arms wraps around my middle, and the other slides into my hair, clutching it gently, massaging my scalp while he fucks me.
“You’re doing so good, Wren,” he says, and the praise sends me over the edge. “So good. You’re taking me so well.”
I nod slowly, soaking in every word he says, every thrust he gives me.
“I’m going to come,” he says, “so I need you to come with me. Can you do that?”
I breathe for a moment, trying to calm my brain down.
I’ve never come from having sex with someone before.
Not once.
In fact, most of the orgasms I have experienced are from me, myself, and I.
I’ve known Brooks for a few weeks, and he’s already given me two.
“I can’t hear you, Wren,” he says. “Can you do that? Can you come with me?”
“I…I think so,” I say. He fucks me harder then slips out of me and nudges me so that I flip around on my back. He grabs a hold of each of my ankles then dips down to give my pussy one more long, messy kiss.
He pushes his cock back into me, one hand on my ankle and the other moving to my clit. His thumb massages it gently while he fucks me, and I close my eyes, trying not to get too into my own head.
