Grasping her hair with both hands, he tugged her off, forcing her gaze to meet his. “Little bird, this isn’t going to last. I’ve wanted you for too long. If you want me to warn you when?—”
“I want you to come in my mouth,” she interjected.
She was fucking made for him. He already knew that, but every moment with her solidified that fact even more in his mind and heart. And once again, those three little words danced around, dying to be spoken aloud.
Since he couldn’t say them, and he knew if he opened his mouth that was all he would say, he pulled her head down, sucking in a harsh breath when Wren took him back inside. This time, she didn’t stop with just the head, pressing farther until he felt the back of her throat.
She couldn’t take all of him in her mouth, but that didn’t matter. Between her hand, her lips, her tongue, and her enthusiasm, his climax was imminent.
He hadn’t come this fast since high school.
Reaching for her other hand, which had been resting on his thigh, he parted his legs a tiny bit farther, then drew it down, encouraging her to cup his balls.
She moaned as she lightly squeezed them, the combination packing a punch. Working together, they gripped the base of his dick, stroking it in time with the ministrations of her mouth.
The heat in the living room increased, and Grayson felt a bead of sweat trickle down the side of his face as his body took over. His hips rose to meet her mouth on each downward thrust, slipping a tiny bit deeper. Wren never hesitated or pulled away. Instead, it felt as if his hunger was fueling hers, and she moved faster, groaning again.
It was that last sound that pulled the trigger, and Grayson threw his head back, cursing as his balls emptied.
Wren’s mouth stilled but her hand continued to move, as if she was trying to pump every drop out of him. It was deadly and wonderful and mind-blowing.
When his climax faded, she lifted her head, his dick falling free with a light pop. He watched through hooded eyelids as she swallowed, then offered him a smile that was equal parts sweet and seduction.
Grayson moved before he could fully think through his actions. Mercifully, enough of his wits remained that he didn’t push her down onto her back. He knew that was a no-go.
One minute, he was sprawled on her couch; the next, he was kneeling on the floor beside her, kissing her like his life depended on stealing every bit of the air in her lungs.
His hands ventured beneath her shirt, cupping her breasts, toying with her hard nipples through the lace.
“I want to see you too,” he murmured against her lips.
“Yes,” she hissed.
Grayson had spent a lot of time the last few weeks dreaming about these breasts without ever seeing them. That ended tonight.
He pulled her shirt over her head, his eyes dropping instantly to admire her tits. She was wearing one of those bras that pushed them up, making them look plump and giving her cleavage for miles. Her body should be registered as a lethal weapon.
The flush on her cheeks traveled lower, coloring her chest as well. A glance at her face told him these blushes were driven by shyness, and maybe some nervousness.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he grumbled, running a finger along the top of her bra before pushing it between, stroking the line of her cleavage.
Wren never failed to surprise him, and the moment she reached behind her back, unhooking the bra to pull it free, was no exception. She was still holding parts of herself back; he knew that. Which was why it felt like the greatest gift ever when she offered something to him so freely and openly.
Grayson lowered his head, taking one of her tight nipples into his mouth. He built the pressure until her back arched slightly and she whimpered—not in pain but bliss.
Now it was her turn to pull his hair as her fists clutched big handfuls, using it to steady her, for support.
“Gray,” she gasped. “That feels…”
He smiled around her nipple, then treated the other one to the same suction, while she thrust her chest closer, making the sexiest sounds he’d ever heard.
After a few minutes, she tugged his mouth away so she could kiss him. Grayson had never spent so much time worshipping a woman’s lips, but there was something highly addictive about her kisses.
When they broke apart to suck in some much-needed air, he saw something that looked almost like pain on her face.
“Wren?”
“I need…” She shook her head, clearly searching for her words. “I’ve never felt so…hot.”
