“You know what you have to do,” he murmured in her ear, his voice growing deeper as his own desires raged. Wren had spent too much of her adult life denying herself pleasure, so Grayson had set out to correct that oversight. As such, he always drove her to orgasm first with his fingers. One, so that he could see it without being blinded by his own climax, and two, because she became an absolute wildcat following that initial orgasm.
Grayson rubbed her clit several times as he fucked her with his fingers. Now, like always, Wren went off like a bottle rocket within sixty seconds.
“Oh my God!” she cried out, as her body jerked roughly.
Grayson drew out the sensations, but he slowed his movements. Her inner muscles clenched so tightly around him, it took everything he had not to push down his own pants and drive his cock into her. Nothing on earth felt better than Wren coming around his dick. Jesus. Even just the thought of it nearly had him going off.
He kept a firm hand on her hip until she recovered. He loved the way she always looked up at him with something akin to wonder in her eyes after her orgasms.
Unable to resist, Grayson winked at her, and she gave him a breathy laugh.
As she lowered her leg, her dress fell into place, and that was when he realized neither of them had shed a single piece of clothing yet. They needed to rectify that immediately.
Grasping her hand, he led her to the plush fur rug that rested in front of the gas fireplace. Wren had confessed that this was her favorite place in the whole cabin. He’d pretended to be affronted that she didn’t prefer the bed he helped build, but in truth, he agreed with her.
They took their time, slowly undressing each other, caressing and kissing the entire way, until they were both naked.
After that, they sank down to the rug together. Grayson reached for her, intending to pull her onto his lap, as he always did…but Wren resisted.
He frowned. “Wren?”
She gave him a soft, seductive smile as she lay on her back, beckoning him to join her with a crook of her finger. He started to recline beside her—but again, she held him back.
“Come over me,” she whispered.
He paused, hesitant.
“I trust you, Gray,” she said, when he didn’t move. “I know you would never hurt me.”
She’d said those words to him before, but it didn’t matter. Every time he heard them, they warmed every corner of his soul, convincing him even more that he was put on this earth for one reason. To love this woman.
He started to ask if she was certain, but he didn’t. Because he knew Wren, knew she wouldn’t ask for something she didn’t think she could handle. Plus, all she had to do was say stop and he would. They both knew that as well.
Grayson shifted until his knees rested on the rug between her knees, then he slowly lowered himself, caging her beneath him. He wasn’t putting any weight on her yet, simply holding himself over her on his hands and knees.
Regardless of what she said, he wanted to take this in increments, wanted to give her time to adapt and adjust.
When she reached up, grabbed his shoulders, and tugged him down, he knew she was more than ready.
Resting most of his weight on his elbows, he kissed her, loving the way her hands toyed with the hair on the base of his neck. He was overdue for a haircut, but he’d put off getting one because he liked giving her something to run her fingers through.
He broke off the kiss when Wren’s hand reached between them to grasp his cock. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist as she guided him to her.
“So impatient,” he murmured against her lips, even though he didn’t have a bit of problem with that.
“Not my fault,” she muttered back. “You looked so fucking hot in that tuxedo all day. You’re lucky I lasted this long.”
He chuckled. “You should have said something, little bird. I’m sure I could have found us somewhere private for a quickie.”
She groaned at the thought of that. “Next time, I’m telling you.”
He started to laugh, but it morphed to a groan as the head of his dick slipped inside. The two of them had developed a rhythm in their usual positions. When Wren was on top, she became queen of the cowgirls, bouncing on his cock with an enthusiasm that made it damn hard for him to keep from coming too quick.
And when he bent her over to take her doggie style, it was even faster and harder, the two of them racing to their climaxes at breakneck speed.
This time, however, felt too important, too special to rush.
As Grayson slipped in to the hilt, he kissed her. No, he worshipped her…with his lips. He placed soft, warm kisses on her cheeks, the side of her throat, under her ears, on her forehead. There wasn’t one inch of her gorgeous face left unkissed.
