36. Wren
36
WREN
Both our eyes widen at the one word he just uttered. I sit across from him frozen, not knowing what to say or do. Did he just say what I think he said? I repeat to myself as we continue to mutely stare at one another.
Pulling my bottom lip into my mouth, I bite down and then lick along the indents. Stefan’s gaze tracks the movement and he too licks his lips … and then I imagine his tongue licking other lips of mine. Lips that are currently slick with arousal from his previous “you for dessert” statement. Dropping my gaze, I inhale deeply and when I look up again, he’s rounded the island and is standing at my side.
He spins the chair to face him and cups my cheek in his palm. Subconsciously, I lean into it and him. His hand molds to my face as if they were carved at the same time. “Stefan,” I whisper.
“Wren,” he whispers back.
My name passing through his lips is filled with so much emotion. Covering his hand on my cheek, I lean forward and press my lips to his. Just like when we kissed the other night, he pulls me into his body and holds me tightly, giving me no opportunity to pull away. Unlike the other night, I don’t think I want to.
Penn’s words of “take the leap” flash in my mind and I decide to leap.
Draping my arms over his shoulders, I pull him into me. My breasts press into his chest and my tongue plunges in and out of his mouth. The kiss is hurried and frenzied but at the same time it’s sensual and perfect.
Lifting my leg up, I hook it around his thigh, pressing myself farther into him. I can feel his erection growing between us and suddenly, I’m hungry, not for the steak and spuds, but for him.
“Stefan,” I beg into the kiss, but he ignores my plea and continues to kiss me. He’s fucking my mouth with his tongue; this is more than just kissing. This is everything.
He grinds his hard dick into my belly, and I moan into his mouth. He pulls back, breaking the connection. Both of us are breathlessly panting.
“Up,” he demands. I furrow my brows in confusion, but he quickly rectifies my confusion when he places his hands on my hips and effortlessly lifts me up onto the edge of the counter. “Lie back, Wren.” His tone is commanding, and it has my heart racing. My panties are soaked and from the heated look in his gaze, he’s about to devour me; mind, body, and soul. And I can’t fucking wait, but first, I need to tease him a little.
“Or what?” I defiantly throw back at him.
“Or I’m not going to have my dessert before the main meal.”
Fuck me . I internally groan. The wanton hussy in me no longer wants to tease and I do as he asks. I lie back on the granite and spread my legs for him.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he tells me as he slides his hands up and under the hem of my dress. He cups my mound over my soaked panties and his eyes widen. “You’re dripping.”
“Mmmhmpf,” I agree, biting my lip to hold back the moan wanting to slip free. “What are you going to do about it?”
He stares at me lying here and smirks that sexy Stefan smirk of his. “Everything.”
Before I can process his word, he pushes my dress up around my waist. He inhales deeply before kissing me through my panties. “Stefan,” I whine.
“Patience, dear,” he teases.
Grabbing the waistband of my panties, I lift my ass up and he rolls them down my legs. Scrunching them in his hands, he brings them to his nose and inhales. “Fuck, Wren,” he growls. Slipping my discarded underwear into his pocket, he drops his gaze between my thighs. Lifting his eyes to mine, he stares at me as he traces his finger up my thigh to cup my pussy. He thrusts a finger inside me, and my back bucks off the counter at the intrusion. When he hooks his finger and wriggles it around, I clench around him and moan.
“I love the sounds you make when you come. Do you know how many nights I’ve stood outside your bedroom door and listened to you get yourself off?”
“What?” I hiss, lifting my head to stare at him in embarrassment.
“You heard me. It took all the restraint I have to not let myself in and help you.”
I’m so embarrassed right now but also highly aroused. My arousal trumps my embarrassment and I ask, “What would you have done?”
“This,” he declares. Lowering his head down, he licks me from taint to clit and continues to pump his finger in and out of me. He circles his tongue around my swollen clit and that little bundle of nerves comes alive under his touch. When he bites down and sucks, it’s game over. I scream as an intense orgasm detonates. My body stiffens and I lie here as insurmountable pleasure courses through me. Dropping back to the counter, I lie here panting and smiling.
“You good?”
“Mmmhmpf. That, Stefan, was?—”
“Just the starter,” he interrupts.
Lifting my head, I stare down at him. His chin glistens with my release and he winks. Offering me his hand, I place mine in his and he pulls me up and off the counter. My legs are like jelly and I stumble. He wraps his arms around me, holding me up. Then he lowers his head and kisses me. I can taste myself on him and normally I’m not a fan of that but with Stefan, I don’t mind it.
His hands roam over my back and down to my ass as we hungrily kiss. He palms my ass, and out of nowhere, swats my cheek. I gasp into our kiss and he chuckles. Sliding his hands down lower, he cups both cheeks and lifts me up. On instinct, I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his ass. From this angle I can feel his dick pressing into me. Even though I came only a minute or so ago, I’m ready to go again. I’ve never been this aroused in my life.
Without breaking the connection between our lips, he turns around and carries me up the stairs and into his room. Placing me on my feet at the end of his bed, he lifts my dress over my head and tosses it aside, leaving me only in my bra. He makes quick work of removing it, and now, I’m fully naked.
“We have a problem,” I utter.
“What’s that?”
“You have far too many clothes on.”
“One sec,” he offers, and in literally half a second, he’s as naked as the day he was born. My eyes rake over his naked form, and I can unequivocally say, the angels were having a fantastic day the day he was created.
“You right there ogling me?”
“Can you turn around please?” The cheeky man spins around and looks at me over his shoulder and the back image is just as gorgeous as the front.
“You done?”
“For now,” I nonchalantly reply.
He spins back around and steps closer to me. He places his hand on my hip and stares into my eyes. I’m the only thing he’s focusing on and normally I’d cower at a gaze this intense, but right now I’m lapping it up. Stefan makes me feel like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. “You are so fucking gorgeous, Wren. How did I get so lucky to get you here?”
“Luck had nothing to do with it, Stefan.”
“That’s all moot because right now, I’m going to kiss you and then I’m going to fuck you into next week.”
My eyes pop open at his words and breathlessly, I pant, “Yes, please.”
In the blink of an eye, he’s slamming his lips to mine. He kisses the life out of me and then he does just like he stated, he fucks me into next week … and the week after.