I rock forward, lips meeting the side of Wren’s legs. I start at her knee and kiss a line up her inner thigh, flicking my gaze to hers and finding her watching me. Popping my tongue free, I make deliberate movements so she can enjoy the show and see how much she means to me. As I reach the apex of her thighs, I bury my face in her pussy and feel her head tip back with a relieved whimper.
She’s so fucking wet I could drown. Hell, I’d die a happy man with her taste on my tongue. Her fingers rake against the backof my head as she buries her hands in my hair. Pushing my head down, she thrusts into my face, and I chuckle. My girl is greedy to have her cunt devoured. I refamiliarize myself with the way her muscles tremble with each swirl of my tongue.
I lose myself in her taste and the sounds of her panting. My cock is harder than a rock as it hits my zipper, begging for release. I grind against the wooden step below me, looking for any bit of relief as I devour her. I never want to come up for air as she melts on my tongue.
Another deep noise comes from her chest as my teeth graze her clit. I take it in my mouth as I slide my middle finger inside her. Her hips roll when I slip in a second finger and curve them.
It’s not long before her legs are squeezing my head as they tremble. I don’t rush the moment. I take my time coaxing her orgasm.
“Oh, god, Jett,” she cries out. “Don’t fucking stop.”
I don’t. Not until she’s screaming the house down with her moans. Her fingers tug at my hair as she fights to pull my head away.
“It’s too much,” she begs. And with one last slip of my tongue over her seam, I reluctantly pull back.
Half-hooded eyes stare down at me, and I watch her chest heave. I start to rock back on my heels, but before I have a chance to stand, Wren’s throwing her arms around my neck. Her mouth finds mine as she laps her arousal off my lips. She groans at her taste, and I’m ready to come in my pants.
“Need you now,” she pants between kisses. Her hands roam over my chest as she begins unbuttoning my dress shirt. “Unzip me.”
I do as I’m told and run my hand up her bare skin as she pushes my dress shirt off my shoulders. Wren presses her hands on my shoulders as she stands. The emerald material slides down her body, leaving her standing completely naked in front of me.
“Fuck,” I groan as my gaze travels over her body. “You’re perfect.”
Her skin heats as she drops down to her knees, straddling my legs. It’s then I notice black ink on her rib cage, beneath her left breast. My fingers reach out and skate over the tattoo. How did I miss this the other night?
“What’s this?”
She glances at the ink. I run my fingers over the coordinates she has permanently marked on her skin.
“Are these…?”
She nods. “The coordinates to our spot.”
All the air whooshes from my lungs as I stare into her whiskey orbs.
“I’ve carried you with me. No matter how much I thought I hated you or how much pain I was in, I never stopped loving you. You’ve always held my heart, Jett.”
I crash my mouth to hers, unable to form words. Our kiss turns even more heated as she reaches for the button on my slacks. Slipping it free, the zipper follows before she dips her hand inside my boxers. Her grip on my cock is soft and warm, giving me the reprieve I’m desperate for. Wren pumps her fist once, twice, before she’s shoving at my pants. I lean back, lifting my hips as she tugs the material down my legs, taking my boxers with her. My dick bobs free and her eyes light as she stares at my erection. Licking her lips, she slips the head of my cock between her lips. I groan, tipping my head back and closing my eyes. She licks around the tip, her saliva coating me before her mouth pops free.
Lifting up, she positions me at her entrance. She moves my length up and down along her core, coating my cock in her arousal. I’m ready to bust in her hand.
“Wren,” I plead.
With a sexy smirk, she notches my tip at her entrance as she painstakingly slides down. Gripping her hips, I hold steady as I allow her to control the momentum. “We should take this to the bedroom.”
Her eyebrow quirks. “Want to stop now?”
“I mean, I will if you want. This is the second time we’ve fucked on the ground.”
She shrugs. “You can make love to me in my bed after this.”
Dropping down in one swift movement, her pussy swallows me whole, and I grip her hips. “Goddamnit, woman.”
She chuckles, and I breathe deeply, holding her thighs, needing a second to adjust to her heat before this is over before it even starts.
“Can I move now?” Her voice is lit with snark.
Gripping her hips, I move her forward as I thrust up into her. It’s not long before Wren is taking control. Her perfect tits bounce with her movements. Reaching up, I cup them in my hands as I close my thumb and forefinger over each one. I play with the peaks, twisting and tugging, as she rocks forward and backward. Her pussy tightens over my cock as she chases her orgasm.
