I dip my tongue inside her center, lapping her arousal. She grinds down on my face, moaning about how my beard feels against her. Her legs tighten around my head as they begin to shudder, and I know she’s close.
Tonguing her clit, I bite down on her sensitive bud as her back arches. Her hips buck harder. Faster as she chases her release.
It’s not long before she’s falling over the edge. Her body relaxes, chest heaving as she leans forward. I lap her orgasm, causing shivers to run down her spine. She’s sliding off my face before I can protest.
On shaking legs, Wren leans down. She kisses me, tongue slipping free to lick her release off my lips.
“I love you,J.”
We spend the next several minutes getting dressed. Wren rushes to the half bathroom to fix her hair while I fix the cushions like we’re guilty teenagers. I light a candle to erase the sex smell from my living room as the clock ticks closer to late morning. The humidity is too high to open windows. All it will do is cover the house in a thick layer of moisture, fueling the heat seeping in from outside.
I’m pouring water into the coffeemaker when I feel her behind me. Wren drifts into the kitchen like a damn daydream, barefoot, hair a little mussed even after she attempted to fix it. But it’s the flush in her cheeks that makes my chest tighten with desire…and pride. A soft, post-orgasm glow clings to her.
My hand stills on the carafe as I watch her. She leans into my chest, eyes bright as her plush lips curl into a lazy smirk. Her fingers trail over my chest with lazy intent.
“You didn’t come,” she murmurs, as if she’s telling me the weather, not reminding me I didn’t finish.
I catch her wrist, guiding her hand away as my pulse kicks and pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist. “But you did.”
“That I did.” She studies me as her eyes darken.
I open my mouth to ask her to move so I can finish making coffee, but before I can, my eyes widen as I watch her slide down my body. Her breasts drag down my torso as she drops to her knees, hitting the floor with a thud that makes my cock throb. I nearly swallow my tongue. The movement is smooth and deliberate, like she’s the one desperate to taste me.
“Wren,” I warn. “We don’t have time.”
She looks up at me, and my knees nearly buckle. The golden flecks catch the kitchen light as they glimmer in challenge. “Then you better fuck my throat fast and hard.”
I can hardly breathe. “Fuck, woman.”
She smirks as she palms my cock through my shorts. I grab her hair enough to make her gasp.
“Take me out.”
She reaches forward, dipping her hand beneath my waistband as she grips my cock with one hungry motion. Her fingers grip me tight as I hiss, trying not to blow my load right then.
The raw electricity of her touch shoots through me like lightning, causing my spine to bow as my hips thrust forward, the tip of my cock hitting her lips. Her tongue flicks out, wetting her lips and my tip, and I groan.
I twist her hair around my fist as I tip her head back. Her mouth parts on a gasp as her eyes blaze while she waits. As much as I want to torture her and prolong this moment, we don’t have time.
“I love your cock,” she praises. “So big. So perfect.”
She bends forward, running her tongue up my shaft from root to tip, causing a guttural growl deep in my chest. “Thank you for loving me.” She runs her tongue around my swollen head. “Thank you for saving me.”
“Open, Whiskey,” I tell her, and she obeys, sticking her tongue out of her mouth. I ease my cock between her plump lips, savoring the wet heat.
Her cheeks hollow as she sucks, never taking her eyes off me as I push deeper. My hips buck on instinct as my cock hits the back of her throat. She doesn’t gag, though, as she swallows around my head. Her tongue works the head, then the length, as she runs her hand at the base, pumping what she can’t fit.
With every stroke, she moans around me. The vibrations and sight of her on her knees nearly has me coming, but I clench my ass, holding out.
“Look at you, taking my cock so well,” I praise and feel her smile.
She pulls back, and I slip from her mouth. “Fuck my throat, J,” she rasps before diving back in.
Listening to her beg me to fuck her face makes me feral. This primal desire takes over. I tighten the hold I have on her hair as I thrust my hips deeper. She gags slightly, but doesn’t pull back.Instead, she grips my ass and pulls me deeper. I buck into her as her eyes never leave mine.
She moans, sending vibrations straight through me, and I feel my balls tighten, my release right there.
“I’m going to come, baby. Don’t fucking swallow.”
