Her amazement caused him to snort, because there wasn’t a damn thing soft about his dick at the moment.
She giggled with him. “I mean the skin,” she corrected.
Grayson gave her a quick playful wink, then placed his hand on top of hers. “Stroke it. Like this.” As he spoke, he moved their hands together, up and down the shaft, applying pressure so that she knew what he liked.
Wren followed his instructions without hesitation or shyness.
“You’re a virgin,” he said, no question in his tone. If he hadn’t been directing her grip, he suspected she would have pulled her hand away.
“Is it that obvious?” she asked.
He didn’t need to reply. She’d already admitted she’d never seen a man’s penis. Instead, he avoided the question completely. “You’re going to be deadly to my libido.”
She huffed out a breathy laugh. “Sweet talker.”
“Nope,” he countered. “Just an honest man.”
“Do you care that I haven’t…” She finished that sentence with a one-shoulder shrug.
“No,” he said. “Just like I wouldn’t care if you had. All I care about is that we’re here now, together. Don’t care about the men that came before.”
“Not much there to care about,” she said, with a self-deprecating laugh.
“Maybe that’s something we should talk about…later,” he added, wiggling his eyebrows as he glanced down at his cock, still enclosed in her hand.
Wren giggled with true delight. “Much later.”
Goddamn, he loved this woman.
She started stroking him again, using the strong grip he showed her, revealing herself to be the perfect mimic. He demonstrated and she took the lesson to heart, concentrating on his dick like he was a page in one of her favorite novels.
Unable to resist, he leaned forward, giving her a kiss. He meant to make it more of a buss, but when she met him halfway, it lingered. Throughout it all, her hand continued to stroke him.
When they parted, he added an extra kiss to her cheek before placing his lips right next to her ear. “I’m not going to lie, though, and say there’s not a caveman part of me that isn’t thrilled by the thought of being your first. Your only,” he added, unwilling to keep hiding his intentions for their future.
“Only,” she whispered, as if trying out the word.
He paused, giving her time to try to refute that. Not that she could, because he was serious about claiming this woman as his own for the rest of their lives.
But Wren didn’t question it. Instead, she did something a million times better. She smiled at him like he’d just lassoed the moon and handed it to her on a silver platter.
Words fell away after that, as he continued to direct her movements, pushing her hand all the way to the base of his cock before dragging it to the tip. On one upward stroke, she twirled a single fingertip over the head, gliding it through the precome there.
Before he could read her intention, she bent forward, stealing a taste and teasing the hole with the tip of her tongue.
Grayson hissed in a surprised breath as Wren—the saucy minx—glanced at him with the most seductive eyes he’d ever seen.
She laughed softly at his obvious shock. “I might not have practical experience,” she explained, “but I read a lot.”
Grayson couldn’t hold back the loud laugh that erupted. “Thank God for sexy librarians.”
They laughed together, but only for a second. That was when Wren bent forward again. Only this time, she took the entire head of his dick into her mouth.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Grayson muttered. Thanks to weeks of masturbating after long make-out sessions with Wren, there was no way in hell he was going to be able to hold back for much longer.
Then he reconsidered exactly how long he’d been jerking off to fantasies of her. He’d probably come in the shower no less than fifty times since that damn festival, imagining Wren just like this, kneeling in front of him…or straddling his lap…or on her back beneath him in bed…or shoved up against a wall.
When Wren swirled her tongue around his dick before applying a bit of pressure by sucking, he saw literal fucking stars.
