Chapter 6 Amélie #2
I traced my fingers over her pussy with a light, teasing touch.
My movements were a little restricted because of her leggings, but she didn’t seem to care, breathy moans and pants falling from her lips as she angled her hips upwards into my touch.
Rather than tease her further, I dipped my hand inside her underwear, easing beneath the dampened fabric to touch her deliciously wet pussy.
We both moaned as I eased a finger inside her, everything so soft and tight and hot.
“More,” she rasped, and I slid another finger in alongside the first, pressing the heel of my hand down for extra friction against her clit as I slowly moved my fingers in and out of her.
Fuck, I wanted to get my mouth on her, but now wasn’t the time.
My free hand went back to her breasts, cupping and stroking and teasing as I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her.
Her moans turned into gasps, her entire body tensing, and then she shattered, shuddering against me, her pussy clamping down on my fingers as her orgasm overtook her.
Fuck. This was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
I was so wet and so turned on that I could barely breathe, but my overriding need to make it good for Wren meant that my own pleasure was a side note. The only thing I wanted was for her to feel good.
When she came down, her hand falling from my hair and her body going lax against mine, I curved my arm around her waist to support her, easing my hand out of her underwear.
“So gorgeous,” I murmured, lifting my fingers to my lips, tasting her for the first time. Her head rolled to the side, her pupils blown as she stared at me, her gaze tracking my fingers as I slid my tongue over them.
“I want you to feel good, too.” She moved into an upright position with an effort, steadying herself against the railing.
There was still a hesitance in her voice, and I made a decision.
“I’ve got an idea. Come inside.”
We made our way back into the tiny flat.
As we walked, I lifted my hoodie over my head, dropping it to the floor.
Next to go was my cami top. Finally, I peeled down my leggings, kicking them off along with my shoes as I came to a stop at the edge of the bed.
Throwing my socks to the floor, I straightened up, clad in just my underwear—a pale blue satin bra and matching thong.
I turned to face Wren, watching as her darkened, lustful gaze raked over me.
Beautiful, she mouthed. She continued to watch me as I dropped onto the bed, moving back until I was reclining against the pillows, leaving her standing at the edge of the bed in front of me.
My entire body was oversensitive, on edge from Wren’s proximity, from the feel of her falling apart against me, from just looking at her beauty. It wouldn’t take much for me to come, but one thing I was good at after years in the cirque was putting on a show.
And I would put on a show now. For her.
Slowly, I spread my legs, running my hands up my thighs. Glancing down, I saw the dark patch on my underwear that gave away just how turned on I was. Wren’s gaze was fixed on the same place, her mouth forming an O as she stared down at the evidence of my arousal.
My own mouth fell open when she tugged off her hoodie, leaving her in her leggings and cami top. She shot me what was clearly a shy look from beneath her lashes. How could she be so shy when she was so undeniably beautiful? When the effect she had on me was so obvious?
I beckoned her towards me, and she sank down onto the edge of the bed, her gaze never leaving mine.
“I want to see you,” she whispered, and that was enough for me. I reached behind my back, undoing my bra and throwing it aside, baring my breasts to her gaze. She gave another one of those sexy little moans, tilting forwards on the bed, resting her hands on either side of my ankles.
Pulling up my legs, I let them fall even further apart.
She gasped, and I smiled. Tracing my fingers over my hardened nipples, I held eye contact, watching as her gaze darkened even further.
I slid my palms across my skin and then cupped my breasts, full and heavy in my hands.
I played with them for a while, slow and teasing, getting both me and her even more worked up, until I couldn’t wait any longer to touch myself properly.
But I still wanted to tease.
Sliding my hand down my body, I stopped at the top of my underwear, and then eased my fingers inside.
As soon as I touched my clit, I moaned. It felt so fucking good after being on edge for so long.
Wren watched me with her lips parted, her fingers tightly curling around the bed sheets.
I wasn’t sure if she knew the effect she had on me, but no one had ever affected me the way she did.
“Do you want me to…”
Her voice was low and throaty and so fucking sexy, but I shook my head, not wanting to push her before she was ready.
It was important to me that she proceeded at her own pace, giving full and enthusiastic consent without getting caught up in the heat of the moment, and I would give her as long as she needed.
There would be no pressure from me. Not ever.
“Next time, perhaps.” I moved my hand lower.
“I want to see you. All of you.” Shifting forwards, she ran a hand over my foot and up my leg, stopping just beneath my knee. Taking my cue, I removed my underwear, leaving me fully bared to her. I spread my legs even wider as I began to slide my fingers in and out of my aching pussy.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” she murmured, moving even closer, and fuck, the way she was looking at me, so hungry…
I came, her name falling from my lips, my orgasm soaking my fingers as my body arched up off the bed, my toes curling into the sheets. Wren shot forwards, kissing me desperately, and then she grabbed my wrist, bringing my hand to her lips, tasting me.
“You’re so—” She broke off on a moan. “Fuck.”
“You liked that?” I said breathlessly.
“Mmm. So much.” A smile curved over her lips. “Want to watch me now?”
My jaw dropped.
“Yes. Yes, please.”