Above all, I’m struggling the most right now as she lies at the end of my bed on her stomach, a paperback in her hands and a highlighter in her mouth. She taps the pen on her bottom teeth repeatedly. The sound has been driving me equal parts insane and horny. I’ve been sat here for an hour, not able to even look at my textbook. I shouldn’t even feel this much desire for her, considering we’ve been fucking like bunnies for the last few weeks.
All I can think about is how badly I want my mouth on her. How I can see a sliver of her toned stomach poking out of her shorts and crop top. How I know that if I put my hand up her shirt, I will be pleasantly surprised to find that she’s not wearing anything underneath. I’m almost giving myself paper cuts as I latch onto the book to avoid touching her.
“Stop staring at me, you perv,” she murmurs without looking up. I still don’t know how she does it. Since the day I met her, she’s managed to sniff me out without even batting an eye.
“How do you do it? Just tell me. Is it a superpower or some shit?” I ask, finally shoving my textbook aside and coming down to lay next to her. I was never going to get any work done anyway. I prop my arm up and rest my head in it, watching her read.
“It’s not a superpower. Plus, I’ve already told you. You just breathe really loud,” she shrugs. She looks at me, her brown eyes dancing with delight. Her eyes scan my body before she returns back to her book. “Especiallywhen you’re turned on.”
I don’t have the energy to fight her on it. And I don’t have to look down either so see how hard I am. You would think that I’m a pubescent teenager who’s never seen a woman’s body before but there is something so mesmerising about her.
“So, you’ve known this whole time, but you don’t want to do anything about it?” I tease.
“Miles, I need to study,” she sighs her face still set on whatever novel she’s reading.
I can’t resist any more, so I move my hand slowly to her waist, my hand grazing the bare skin underneath her shirt. I can feel her shiver under my touch, but she doesn’t break eye contact with the pages in front of her. I lean over to press a kiss to her shoulder, and she squirms. She still doesn’t tear her eyes away when I bite at her collarbone gently.
“Just take a break,” I whisper, placing a kiss in the spot below her ear. Heat starts to creep up on her face, but she still doesn’t move. “Just five minutes.”
“You said that last time and then you went down on me,” Wren whines as if she hated it. I asked her to take a break and she obliged. In fact, she was the one who started making love eyes at me and she practically begged me to go down on her. Okay, maybe ‘begged’ is a bit of a stretch but she was pretty enthusiastic by the way she was screaming my name and shoving my face further between her thighs.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t count,” I argue, murmuring into her skin, before pulling away to look at her clearly. Her cheeks have returned to their famous red colour.
“I came. Twice. Doesn’t that count?” She looks at me now and I can see how badly she’s trying to fight it. How badly she’s trying to resist me.
“Well, if we’re going by that logic then I guess I have you beat.” She’s quiet for a minute, opening and then closing her mouth, trying to make sense of what I meant.
“That’s why you were in the bathroom for so long,” she gasps, pushing me in the shoulder until I’m flat on my back. She leans over me, loose strands of her hair dangling in my face. The second her eyes connect with mine, she forgets everything she just said and climbs on top of me. Both of her knees fall onto the bed beside me, her hands brushing the hair out of my face.
“Just five minutes,” she repeats with a shrug before diving into my mouth. Our mouths meet and I swear I can feel myself floating outside of time. These are the kind of absorbing moments which I live and breathe for. They’re needed a lot more during this exam season.
The kiss deepens and becomes more frantic as she moves across my jaw and down to my neck. The initial sensation makes me want to laugh but it quickly turns into a satisfied groan when she starts to suck and bite me gently.
I tell my brain to move my hands and I travel up her shirt, just reaching underneath her tits. I didn’t know how cold my hands were until she shuddered, naturally rocking her body into mine. I brush my thumb over her nipple before slipping my hands out and pushing her down until her body is flush against me.
Wren’s hands dive into the back of my head as she plants more kisses down my chest. My hands slip between the material of her shorts and her panties, but she shakes her head and rolls of me, leaving me panting and hard. She scrambles away from me, sitting crossed legged on the other side of the bed.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, kneeling up on my elbows.
“Miles, we’re never going to get anything done.”
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed but it’s really fucking hard to get anything done when we’re in the same room,” I groan. She nods her head as if this is as equally to upsetting her as it is to me. I crawl over to her and rest my hands on her thighs. “Can’t I just touch myself while you work, or would that be weird?”
“No,” she gulps. “I would just want to touch myself too.”
Her soft eyes connect with mine as her cheeks burn red. It doesn’t take anymore silent glances before she moves from next to the window and lies down at the top of the bed, propping her back up with some cushions. She starts to pull down her shorts until she’s in nothing but dark panties and a loose shirt. On instinct, I pull down my jeans along with my boxers as I kneel between her legs, holding onto my throbbing cock.
“This doesn’t count, right? We can just do work after,” she whispers as she starts to trail her hand from her stomach down to where she’s soaking. She pulls her shirt over her head and throws it on the ground. I have to swallow in a breath before nodding. “I would rather have you inside me, Miles.”
“I know but if we do it that way, we’re never going to stop,” I admit, the words both paining and calming me. I watch as she runs her hands from her tits to her stomach and then back up, her eyes completely locked with mine. “Do you touch yourself when I’m not here?”
She nods, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. I shift on the bed as I start to move my hands slowly up and down my length. Her breathing starts to pick up faster as she runs two fingers over where she’s dripping on her panties. I force myself to slow down so I can savour the moment. Before I know it, she’s already pulled off her panties completely so she’s bare in front of me. I loll my head back and close my eyes to take a deep breath.
“What do you think about?” I ask hoarsely. She teases herself by dragging her fingers down her pussy and back up, collecting her wetness. Her eyes flutter closed. “Look at me when you’re talking to me, baby.”
She lets out a soft moan that almost undoes me before her eyes open slowly. She immediately focuses in on my dick, and she swallows before her eyes make a slow journey up my body to my face. She licks her lips as her eyes zone in on me as she starts to rub circles around her core.
“I think about this…” she pants. “You. I think about you touching yourself while I watch.”
