Wren froze as Lily’s words registered. “Really?” she breathed.
Lily nodded, reaching around behind her back to unclasp her bra, the flesh-toned straps falling loosely as she pulled the garment away, eyes never leaving the safety of Wren’s gaze.
“Really.”
She wanted this. And if there was one thing Lily had always done in her life, it was going after the things she wanted.
“Oh. My. God,” Wren whispered, eyes dropping to look at her bare chest with pure adoration before reaching out.
Lily inhaled sharply as Wren’s hands made contact with her skin, squeezing her breasts gently, thumbs instantly finding hernipples. She leaned into the touch, kissing Wren again, getting lost in the feeling of their lips moving together.
Impatient hands tugged at Wren’s shirt—she wanted it off, now— their kiss breaking long enough for Wren to peel it off, up and over her head, revealing the simple black sports bra Lily knew would be there—the only brand Wren could stand to wear. A blush crept up her cheeks when she noticed the shadows created by the hardened peaks of Wren’s nipples, and she couldn’t help herself when she reached out, brushing her thumbs lightly over them, basking in the feeling of Wren shuddering beneath her touch. Lily moved her fingers lower, dancing along the elastic band. But Wren stopped her, grabbing gently at her wrist.
“I—uh—I think I’d prefer keeping my bra on.” Wren’s voice was shy, almost embarrassed, as she whispered her want.
Lily, nervous she had done something wrong, asked, “Did I?—”
“No. Absolutely not,” Wren reassured, reading her insecurity. “I liked what you were doing—really,reallyliked it— I just want to keep my bra on if that’s okay. I’m just—uh—yeah.”
Lily leaned back, still straddling Wren, still naked from the waist up. She traced Wren’s jaw with the tips of her fingers, brushing her thumb over her slightly kiss-swollen bottom lip.
“I’m nervous too, Wren,” she said softly, glancing away from those earnest green eyes.
“You are?”
Lily nodded, leaning forward, her lips finding that spot under Wren’s jaw that made her gasp. “Keep telling me what feels good and what doesn’t,” she murmured against Wren’s skin as she moved down her body.
When her lips found Wren’s nipples, Lily was struck with an idea as she flicked the hardened peak with her tongue. Shebreathed hot air against Wren, satisfied by the way Wren’s grip in her hair tightened reflexively.
“That,” she moaned. “I really like that.”
Lily smirked against her, repeating the motion, alternating nipples, delighting every time Wren’s grip tugged slightly at her hair, sending heat straight between her thighs. Maybe she wasn’t going to be bad at this after all.
Her confidence only grew with each kiss she placed along the perfect curves of Wren’s abdomen, then lower still. Wren spread her legs so Lily could kneel between them, peppering the waistline of her baggy jeans with soft kisses.
“Can I?” Lily asked, fingers toying with the button of Wren’s jeans.
Wren nodded, releasing the hold she still had in Lily’s hair, helping her as she pushed Wren’s jeans down over her hips. She pulled them off before removing her own leggings, leaving both of them in their underwear.
Lily kneeled once more between Wren’s legs, hands running over muscled thighs before continuing up the length of her body and leaning forward to catch Wren’s lips again. She sank into the warmth of their exposed skin, pressing together—a feeling she wanted to remember forever. Wren wrapped her long legs around her, pulling their bodies even closer.
She moaned at the feeling of heat coming from between her thighs, rocking her hips, pressing against Wren before pushing her thighs apart.
Wren’s chest rose and fell slowly as Lily reached out, tracing her fingers over the fabric of Wren’s simple bikini-style underwear, brushing over a damp spot.Holy shit—the realization hitting her in the moment—thatwet spot?Thatwas because of her.
The intensity of that knowledge surged in her chest, emboldening her. Why was no one talking about how beingable to turn a girl on was one of the most powerful fucking feelings? That feeling fueled her movements as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of Wren’s underwear. She made eye contact with Wren, whose dark curls moved with her head as she nodded, lifting her hips to allow Lily to remove them. And when she looked back, Lily was in awe.
Wren had one hand next to her, gripping the pillow, the other moving over her chest, body anticipating Lily’s movements. Ready and waiting for her. It was the hottest thing she had ever seen—to have someone—to haveWren—spread for her like this, waiting forherlike this.
Lily scooted back, lowering herself, pressing kisses up the length of Wren’s inner thigh and over her hip, kissing above the small patch of coarse hair. She paused, slightly unsure what she should do next. Was she supposed to just go down on Wren? Touch her first? They hadn’t talked at all about penetration.
Don’t overthink it. With that single mantra, Lily silenced the rising wave of panic. She knew what she wanted to try, but wanted to make sure Wren wanted that too.
“Can I taste you?”
“Fuck—yes—please.” Wren’s words were eager, causing every ounce of nervousness to leave Lily’s body, hearing how excited she was at the thought of Lily going down on her.
She inhaled deeply, making a mental note of the incredible scent of Wren’s desire for her—like earth and a little sweat. She had never seen a vagina this close before, and aside from diagrams her moms had used to explain female anatomy to her and an inquisitive afternoon spent looking at her own with a mirror, she had never seen another one. But Wren’s was…cute. She didn’t really know how else to describe it as she ran her tongue between Wren’s lips, hands gripping her hips as Lily dove completely into tasting her.
