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“No. No one.” With my hand cradling the side of her face, I sense her features tighten, her brow furrow, and I release a quiet laugh. “Hey, it may seem strange but I never wanted anyone. Didn’t miss it.” While that isn’t entirely true, my hand did fine at fulfilling the need. “I’d made a million and one mistakes with you know who, and I didn’t want to do it again. If I was going to be with someone, it was going to be for the right reasons.”
I sense her smile before I hear it in her voice. “And being with me is the right reason?”
“The only reason.” I kiss her tenderly. “If not you, then no one.”
Until now, I hadn’t imagined this, long since believing Wren Tyler would never be mine. And while staying celibate hadn’t started out as a conscious choice, I meant what I said. I didn’t want to find myself mixed up with another woman who I couldn’t see a future with.
And to be honest, Wren Tyler is the only woman I can truly say ever fit me.
Clearly done with conversation, her hands slide lower on my stomach, fingers grabbing at my button and zipper. While gripping her hip, I lift myself from the couch and help her ease off my pants.
Now in only my boxer briefs, I trail my hand up the sides of her dress, desperately wanting it off her.
She twists her back to me. “Unzip me.”
In a flash, the dress is gone. Now in just her bra and panties, she sits in my lap, and I feel every inch of her heat with only the thin fabric of our underwear between us.
Hard as a rock, my dick aches for her, and as if reading my mind, her fingers palm me through the cotton. Like being struck by a bolt of lightning, my body sparks, muscles shudder, and cock swells even more, if possible.
“You first.” With a trace of anguish in my voice, I tug her hand away from my boxers.
That yields a low whimper from her as she stands and then straddles me again in no time flat.
Holy damn, her panties are gone.
Heat flares low in my stomach, and my balls twitch.
“I’m ready.” Legs spread wide, she slides up and down my shaft. Her drenched pussy dampens my boxers and her arousal seeps onto my dick.
The burn of desire tears through me. “Fuck me.”
“That’s the point.” She pulls at the waistband of my boxers, and my cock springs to life, slapping against my belly, and once more, I help her get rid of my last remaining piece of clothing.
Now we’re both gloriously naked.
This is happening.
Grabbing her by the waist, I stand and flip her back onto the sofa. I hover above her, and as much as I like the idea of her riding me, I want to control the pace. My fingers glide through her slick folds and stop to circle around her sensitive bundle of nerves. She utters my name, back arching as she slides her legs farther apart.
My legs shake with need as I settle between her thighs, fisting my cock and then thrusting into her.
Chapter8
Wren
The tip of Oliver’s long, thick cock breaches my entrance, and he makes a rough and ragged sound. He is massive, and I gasp his name at his first thrust, almost painful in the way he stretches me. So attuned to me, he leans forward, mouth capturing mine, and swallows the sound.
Slowly, he slides in deeper, and the pressure is enormous. More expanding and burning, inevitable and exquisite, and my eyes flutter closed, savoring every glorious inch of him.
I whimper when he hits my sweet spot, and he pauses, breaths heavy and choppy. “You okay?”
Squirming to adjust to him settling deeper inside me, I nod but quickly remember the dark. I so wish the lights worked, if only to see if his hazel eyes are as black as night, or how wide his pupils are blown. To see his desire for me. The thought is heady, and it’s only the sound of my name that makes me snap out of this trance.
“Wren.” He strokes inside me, and my sex pulses around him.
“Don’t stop.” I squirm once more, seeking movement and friction. More of it, more of him.
“You’re so tight.” Strain traces his voice and he presses a soft languid kiss against my parted lips. “So fucking beautiful.”
