Wren fell back slightly, resting her weight on her hands, which were planted on the surface of the coffee table. Her head flew back, her face pointed at the ceiling as she suddenly found her words.
“Please,” she begged. “More! I need more. Grayson, God!” she shouted, when he added his fingers to the play. Rubbing her clit with his thumb, he pressed his tongue inside her, fucking her with it as she rocked in response.
She was sweetness and innocence and fucking perfection.
More juices dripped as her arousal grew.
“Please,” she began to chant, though he wasn’t sure she knew exactly what she was pleading for. “Please. Please…”
Pulling his face away, he replaced his tongue with a finger. Just one to start. That was all he needed. She was so tight, he started to worry about his dick fitting. He’d never slept with a virgin in his life. That wasn’t one of his kinks and nothing he’d ever really cared about.
But there was no denying the idea of being Wren’s first appealed to him more than he wanted to admit, even to himself.
Wren thrust in time with his finger, shifting her hips to meet him every time he pressed inside her. As her excitement grew, he added a second finger to the first.
She hissed on the next thrust, though there was no pain in the sound. Just surprise and then…a groan.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Gray.”
Fucking her with two fingers, he kept the pressure on her clit with his thumb. He knew exactly how vital that tiny nub was when it came to a woman’s orgasm.
Within minutes, she was there. Her breathing was erratic and her pleading had given way to simply sounds. Groans. Whimpers. Shuddering breaths.
Then her head flew forward, her wild eyes met his, and she let herself go, coming so roughly, her entire body jerked as if struck by lightning.
His inner voice shouted, Good! because at least now she knew exactly what that love touch felt like. She’d certainly provoked the same reaction in him every single time he touched her.
He studied her face as she rode out her climax. Her pretty blue eyes were clenched shut, allowing him to see just how long and curly her dark eyelashes were. Lately, she’d started wearing mascara, admitting to him one night that she’d liked wearing it when she was pretending to be Lark.
Her cheeks were flushed his new favorite color, a shade he was calling Wren pink, and her chest rose and fell rapidly as she fought to regain her breath.
Grayson’s fingers remained deep inside her, so he could feel every pulse, every clench of her inner walls. Even though he’d just come, his cock grew hard again as he foolishly let himself imagine how fucking good it was going to feel when he claimed her virginity for his own.
Once the storm passed, Wren slowly returned, her eyes blinking several times, seeking focus.
“Welcome back,” he teased, loving the way she shivered as he pulled his fingers from her body.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, when he put those same fingers into his mouth, licking off her sweet juices.
“Delicious,” he said, leaning forward to kiss her, letting her taste herself on his lips.
“Grayson. That was… Holy shit. I thought I was going to die, it felt so good.”
“Surely you’ve had orgasms before?”
She nipped her lower lip. “A couple,” she confessed. “Self-induced ones that were lukewarm compared to…” She waved her hand toward her pussy. “Honestly, I never really got what all the fuss was about.”
He chuckled, because she was too adorable for words. Since he’d insisted on total honesty between them, Wren had taken the words to heart, offering him so many glimpses into her thoughts and feelings.
He knew there was still one hell of a brick wall left to scale, but with every little peek inside that she offered, he felt more hopeful that one day, she’d tear it down completely.
Grayson struggled to rise, considering his jeans were still dangling around his ankles. Once he was steady, he reached down, helping her stand as well. She pulled her shirt back on, not bothering with the bra, as he tugged his jeans and boxers back up, carefully tucking his erection away.
She giggled when she noticed the state she’d left him in. “Isn’t that pretty quick recovery time?” she asked. “Not that I know from experience.”
He returned to the couch, drawing her down on his lap. “I think hard-ons are going to be a way of life for me from now on. Now that I have you.”
Her eyes twinkled with delight over that pronouncement. They kissed again, then nestled close together, watching the end of the movie, despite neither of them understanding what was happening.
