I shift beneath her touch as I move my hands from her ass up to her waist under her shirt, my hands spanning her ribs. I can make what she wants to happen happen.
I lean up onto the headboard, her legs on either side of me. Her eyes look greener today as she studies my face before diving into my mouth. I push back with force when her hands come to my hair, pulling, and yanking at my curls. I don’t bother to hide the sounds at the back of my throat when she slips her tongue into my mouth. It’s warm and welcoming and salty. I break away from the kiss, panting as I move my hands further up her shirt and fuck me. She’s got nothing underneath.
The second my hand contacts her breast, she shivers, almost laughing. I run two fingers over her nipple, teasing and rubbing as my mouth explores her neck and her collarbones. She rocks her body into me, her shorts rubbing against my jeans as her tits fall into my hand. She makes a low sound of approval when my hand squeezes her nipple at the same time I bite at her neck.
“Take it off,” she demands with her eyes closed. I do as she asks and pull up her shirt over her head. I could get drunk just by looking at her before me. She looks down at me, but my eyes are focused on her chest. “Are you going to keep your clothes on or what? This feels like a very unfair game of strip poker.”
I laugh as I arch forward to pull my top over my head. Immediately, Wren’s hands and mouth are all over my chest and my body as she makes her painful journey towards the part of me that is throbbing. She connects eyes with me as she licks from the top of my chest through the middle of my abs.
God, she could undo me just like this. Her hands reach the button of my jeans, and she unbuttons them without breaking eye contact with me. She moves her hands to my hips as she pulls down my jeans and I help her my lifting up my hips a little. When I’ve got myself free from them, she places her small hand over me on top of my boxers and I hiss.
“You said you wantedmymouth onyourbody, not the other way around,” I manage through a shaky exhale.
“It can wait.”
“No,” I say back as I push myself up from beneath her and instead turn her around until she’s under me. Her back lands on the bed with anumph. “It can’t.”
I crawl beneath her legs, and she nudges them open for me as she props herself up onto her elbows. Every time I go down on her, she has to watch. She has to watch the way I work inside her, the way I’m straining and the way she jerks beneath me. I spread kisses below her bellybutton to savour the moment. I know she gets frustrated when I take too long. How she looks at me expectantly, her chest rising and falling with impatience. What she doesn’t know is how it turns me on even more.
After a long journey from her breasts back down to the line of her shorts, I finally hook my fingers into the waist band of both materials and slide them down her legs. Just as I expected, she’s bare and glistening, waiting for me.
“Do you have to take so long every time?” Wren asks with a groan as I stare at her.
I laugh, nudging her thighs apart even further. “I won’t touch you at all if you don’t stop with the attitude. Got it?”
She nods her head obediently. I slowly drag my finger between her wetness and instantly she gasps, and her hips move forward. I take my time to run my thumb over her swollen clit while my other hand teases at her entrance, not going in just yet. I can feel my dick jerk when I carefully push two fingers inside of her and she moans. Loud.
I tease her repeatedly without fully pushing in. I push just in and then back out again slowly. I use my other hand to continue rubbing around her sensitive part as my fingers move in and out of her. I take my hand off her clit to make room for my tongue as I circle around her, tasting her.
“Fuck, Miles,” she cries, gripping onto the sheets, her heels digging into my back. “Oh myGod.”
I pump in and out of her faster, my tongue moving around her quickly. Her legs open and close around my face as she tries to make some sort of movement between us. Wren starts to roll against my fingers as one of her hands come to my hair, pulling my face further into her. I move my tongue over her faster and her legs tighten around me.
“Miles…” she pants and just by the way my name sounds on her mouth, I slow down what I’m doing to make this last longer, knowing she's close. “Don’t stop.”
Gingerly, I pull my fingers out of her and she looks down at me, her face red and puffy as she frowns. I bring my fingers to my mouth, and I suck on them slowly, tasting the sweetness of her. She whimpers, her legs still clenching and unclenching around me.
“We’re going to finish at the same time, baby,” I say as I crawl up the length of her, kissing along her wet thighs. Her face is still in shock, but she reaches to my bedside drawer and fishes a condom out of it, handing it to me. I rip it open with my teeth before standing off the bed to take down my boxers and roll it on.
I climb back onto the bed and her legs are still open, so I kneel between them. I lean over her to kiss across her bare chest and she murmurs. I take my time fitting each of her tits into my mouth and she wiggles beneath me. She feels so perfect. So good. So mine. I make my way down to her pussy again as I line up my dick to her entrance. Even though she’s so fucking wet, I take my time to tease the tip at the entrance, sliding up and down without pushing in.
“Miles. I swear to God, if you’re not inside me in the next five seconds, I’m…”
Her words turn into loud moan when I push inside of her. I draw back slightly as I feel the way she tightens around me then I go back in. Deeper. Harder. I push myself into her as she screams out expletives.
"Can you be a good girl for me and keep your pretty mouth quiet?" I ask through ragged breaths, remembering that my roommates are probably home, as I place my hand over her mouth.
Each time my name leaves her mouth in that muffled, whiny voice of hers, I push in harder, and her hips meet my every thrust. Fuck trying to savour it. I want the sensation to surge through me right now. I have to move my hand from her mouth to grip onto her waist to keep her from sliding up the bed as I lean down to kiss across her chest and her breasts.
“Why do you feel so good?” I groan into her skin. “I don’t understand it. You just feel so fucking perfect, baby.”
“I don’t know,” she laughs through a sigh, the sound rolling off me like a wave. I pull out of her and then go back in slower which only makes her moan again. I push just in and just out, gently teasing each inch as she grips onto my forearms. I look down at her face; her eyebrows pained together with pleasure, and it destroys me. I start to push in again. Faster. She wraps her hand over her mouth to stifle her moans like I told her to.
“Good girl,” I pant as I feel the climax ripping through me, while I watch her force herself to be quiet. “I’m going to—”
“Me too.”
My thrusts become sloppy as I come while I’m inside her and the feeling is obliterating. The orgasm hits her in waves as she stills beneath me before clenching around me and gripping onto the sheets beside her. She jerks and twitches beneath me when the sensation starts to settle down as she breathes in heavily. I press a kiss to her stomach before disposing of the condom and collapsing beside her.
