Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
As I press my lips to Wren’s, I am once again taken by surprise when she doesn’t hesitate to slide her tongue into my mouth, kissing me deep, even though I still have her taste on mine.
I have never experienced anything hotter than Wren King moaning my name as she comes, except maybe for when she tightened her hand in my hair and pulled me closer to her pussy to take what she wanted.
My hard cock throbs at the memory, confirming that Wren taking what she wanted was definitely the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Your room,” she murmurs when I pull back. “Your room, now.”
I grin, then press my lips to her neck. “Your wish is my command, Birdie. Wrap your legs around my hips.”
”Wha—”
I lift her with an arm around her waist, the other moving to her ass, before she wraps her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck on instinct.
“Atta girl,” I say, and she lets out a little mewl. I curse under my breath because, of course, Wren likes to be praised.
As much as I need to hear her upstairs, I take a few steps, then press her to the wall before I press my lips to hers.
Her hips move against my lower stomach, and I feel her wetness there.
For a moment, I think about just pulling out my cock and fucking her here, but not for our first time.
Instead, I break the kiss and make my way up the stairs with Wren in my arms. Her mouth begins its own exploration, pressing wet licks and nibbles to my cheek, my jaw, and my neck.
Finally, we get to the top of the stairs, and I take long strides to my room, trying to block out the small mewls and breathy moans as she grinds herself against me and kisses any bare skin she can reach.
As I enter my room, I toss her onto my unmade bed and take a moment to marvel at the sight of her—her skin smooth, legs spread, lips puffy, and eyes dazed.
“Fuck, you’re pretty,” I murmur. Then, because I can’t resist, I slide two fingers into her.
She moans, hips rising, and I pull out, chuckling at her whimper before making my way to the bedside table.
I grab a condom, then toss it to her before shucking off my jeans and underwear.
She already has the condom unwrapped and is on her knees, shifting to where I stand at the edge of the bed.
Her small hand reaches out, eyes locked on mine as she bites her lip and wraps it around me.
It takes everything in me not to close my eyes and moan at her tentative touch.
She strokes me once, twice, three times, and a deep groan falls from my lips.
She sighs with satisfaction before she moves, rolling the condom over me.
I’ve never been so turned on by a fucking condom in my life, but Wren makes everything hot, it seems. She moves to her full height on her knees, then wraps her arms around my neck and presses her lips to mine.
I kiss her, then wrap an arm around her waist, moving and tugging and shifting her until I’m on my back and she is straddling my hips, a leg on either side of me. Then I take my cock in hand and slide the tip through her. She’s soaked again, and a soft sigh leaves her lips with the move.
I want her like this the first time, not just because I want to watch her sink onto me, which I very much want to watch, but because I want her in control.
We have all the time in the world for me to fulfill the dozens and dozens of fantasies I’ve created, but this first time, she’s going to find it again and again. We’re starting this off the way it always should be: with Wren’s wants, needs, and most importantly, pleasure coming first.
Literally.
“Please,” she whispers, eyes wide with the same need I know is reflected all over my face, and without a word, I notch the head of my cock into her entrance, then put my hands to her hips, helping to lower her. Her eyes flutter shut as I stretch her.
“Fuck, you’re big,” she murmurs, and I can’t help but let a proud, satisfied look spread over my lips.
Her eyes snap open, and she rolls those pretty brown eyes, then slaps at my chest. It shifts me inside her, though, leaving her gasping, eyes going wide.
I grit my teeth as she tightens around me, and my hands move with a mind of their own, pressing her down until her hips settle on mine, filling her completely.
“Fuck,” I groan, forcing myself to keep my eyes open, forcing myself to commit every moment of this to memory.
“Adam,” she whispers.
“I know, sweetness, I know. Fuck, it’s perfect.” She nods, biting her lip when she shifts, grinding her swollen clit against me, and tightening once more. “Okay, baby. You’ve got to move now. Ride me, Wren.”
I want her to be on top, to take what she needs, knowing it’s sometimes easier for a woman to find it when she’s on top and in control.
I’m prepared to sit back and watch her find it.
Something flashes across her face, but it’s gone before I can really identify it.
Then I’m lost in her as she plants her knees into the bed and starts to move, lifting and falling, fucking me.
It’s exquisite.
It’s perfection.
And the visual is even better, as Wren tips her head back, her hair falling down her back, her hands lifting to cup her breasts, pants coming from parted, full lips.
But despite this being what all of my recent dreams have been made of, something is off.
She’s…putting on a show.
A fucking great show, but I’m in tune with her body enough right now to know it’s not doing much for her. It might feel good, but it’s not driving her crazy.
And I want Wren absolutely out of her mind.
“No, no, no,” I say, putting my hand on her hips to stop her from continuing to ride my cock, since if she continues like this, it will be over before I can make her come.
Her eyes go wide. “Was it not good?” she asks with panic in her voice, and I let out a little laugh, one that turns into a groan as it sends me deeper into her.
“Wren, you keep that up, the way you feel, the way you look, and I’m gonna blow in less than a minute. But I want to feel you, too.”
She blinks at me for a moment before those pretty brows furrow, and she looks at me, confused.
“Can you not…feel me?”
“Oh, I can feel you fucking my cock, Birdie, trust me. And it feels magnificent. But I want to feel you come around me, and if we keep it up, you won’t get yours.”
“But—” she starts, but I shake my head, reaching up, putting a hand to the back of her neck, and pulling her down to press my lips to hers. The slide of her along me has her gasping and me smiling.
“And I very much want you to get yours, Wren.”
When our eyes meet again, hers are a bit hazier with pleasure, but now a hint of embarrassment has joined them.
“Oh, no,” she says, giving me the slightest shake of her head. She tries to sit up, but I hold her there. “I, um, I can’t.”
“You can’t?” This should be a strange conversation to have with her on top of me, my cock deep in her, but it feels natural.
Learning.
Us.
Perfect.
“I can’t come like…this.” That blush burns over her cheeks, deepening the flush that was already there.
“What do you mean, like this?”
White teeth bite her full, plush lips, and she sits up once more. I bite back a groan of pleasure with the move. She sees it still, and a devious gleam shines in her eyes. Despite my hands on her hips, she lifts a bit, just an inch or two, before filling herself once.
My breath catches, and I have to clear my throat before I can repeat my question. “Answer my question, Wren.” She rolls her eyes, and if this weren’t the first time I was fucking her, I’d pull her off me, put her over my knee, and spank her.
Maybe next time.
Maybe every time she puts someone else before her own needs, I should spank her.
I’m distracted by my daydream when her response finally comes.
“Penetration,” she whispers, the blush returning in full force, and she avoids eye contact with me.
I nod, knowing. “How can you come?”
That blush deepens, moving to the tops of her breasts.
I can’t resist any longer, moving up a bit, bending to pull a nipple into my mouth.
A moan leaves her lips, and I suck on the peak before looking up at her.
Her eyes are hooded as she looks down at me, and the flush on her cheeks isn’t nervousness or embarrassment anymore; it’s pure arousal.
“Like that,” she whispers. I move a hand to cup her breast and twist at the nipple with two fingers. Her breath hitches, and she tightens around me.
“You like it when I play with your tits, baby? Is that what you need?” She shakes her head and bites her lip, looking away.
I continue working her nipple and lift my hips, pushing in deeper and grinding against her.
She moans but still doesn’t speak. “Neither of us is getting what we want until you tell me what you need, Wren. Might as well get it over with.”
She bites her lip again, weighing her options with nervousness and maybe even a little embarrassment. I tweak her nipple, then encourage her once more, targeting where I know she’s weak.
“I’m so hard, baby, and I know you want to make me feel good.
” She takes in a sharp breath and tightens around me again, confirming my thoughts.
“Do it by telling me what you like. Nothing has ever been hotter than you getting off on my kitchen counter. That? That’s going into my mental files forever.
I’m going to be jacking off to the memory of the first time I made you come until I fucking die.
” She mewls at my words, and I file that away, too.
Wren likes dirty talk. “What do you need, baby? Something before felt good. What was it?”
She sighs but finally answers. “My clit,” she whispers. “When you moved, it…you know. That’s what I need to, uhm, come.”
Pride shines through me as I realize what she’s saying and that she’s using her words to tell me what she wants and needs.
“You need your clit rubbed to come, got it.” I don’t tell her that this is something that we can work on, that I’m about to make it my personal mission to make her come with just my cock, to tease her and drag out her pleasure so that the head of my cock hitting the right spot has her shaking in my arms.
That’s too much too quick for my sweet Wren.
Instead, I move, shifting so I’m sitting up on the bed a bit more, Wren in my lap, then put my hands on her hips.
Keeping her planted with my cock deep inside her, I shift her back and forth, making sure her clit grinds against my pelvis.
Her breath hitches when I do, before a low moan leaves her lips.
“There it is, baby,” I groan, feeling her tighten. I repeat the action, then shift her, encouraging her more. Her hips start to rock on their own, and a small moan leaves her lips.
My cock gets harder at the sight.
“Just like that, Wren. Fuck, you’re beautiful. Ride me until you come. Take what you need from me.”
“But it’s not good for you like that,” she says breathlessly, pleasure clearly building for her.
I can’t help it, I let out a laugh.
God, this woman is so scrambled, it’s going to take me a decade to undo all of it.
It's a good thing I have all the time in the world, I suppose.
“Wren, I promise you this, nothing will be better for me than you grinding down and finding it while you’re full of my cock.
You could sit there, rub that pretty little clit of yours on me until you come over and over again, and never move on me, and it would be fucking phenomenal.
” That makes her pussy clench around me, and I groan.
“That. That right there? Better than anything I’ve ever felt. ”
I shift her a bit, using my hands to help her grind her clit against my pelvis, and she lets out a breathy moan. “I like you selfish, Wren. I like it when you take what you need, when you demand it, and when you get what you want. Nothing makes me harder than watching you assert yourself.”
Slowly, she starts to shift on her own, and my hands leave her hips, hovering over her.
My eyes shift, watching where she sits on me, her swollen clit rubbing against me, then to her breasts, one hand cupping one and tweaking the nipple, then to her face.
Her eyes are drifting shut, her head tipped back, her lips parted with panting breaths.
I want this painted on the back of my eyelids.
I want to see it every fucking moment of my life.
”That’s it. Be selfish, Birdie. Take what you want.
” I watch her with near breathless anticipation as she hovers over me.
“You can give me a show, baby, but I want that show to be you finding it while you’re full of me.
” I put my hands behind my head and watch, another blush burning on her face, but something about my words—be selfish—makes that determination move across her face again.
She lets out a shaky breath before her hips start to move, grinding and rocking on me.
“Oh god,” she whispers, and my cock hardens as she continues to move. “Shit,” she moans, and I bite my lip as she speeds up her hips, snapping them back and forth and taking the pleasure she needs.
“Adam,” she whimpers, and I start counting beats in my head to distract myself from ending this too early.
“More.” I lift my hips, shifting her, and she yells out, clearly liking the new angle.
“Oh, yes, right there. Just like that.” She leans back a bit, hips lifting just a bit as she fucks herself on me, and her hand trails between us, fingers circling her clit.
I watch with fascination, cataloging every movement, not just for future memories, but to understand what she likes and needs.
Whoever had Wren before me clearly didn’t value her pleasure, and while I’m not shocked, I will make sure that every time she is with me, she knows her pleasure is my biggest concern.
My only fucking concern.
“That’s it, Wren. God, you’re fucking hot,” I groan, lifting my hips a bit, helping her take me deeper, grinding her clit against me harder, and then her head snaps back.
“Adam!” she shouts before her body starts to tremble, before her hips move with more fervency than before, and she tightens around my cock like a vise.
One hand is on my chest, holding herself there, the other is tweaking her nipple, her head snapped back as she moves and comes on my cock, taking the pleasure she needs and deserves.
I’ve never seen anything hotter on this fucking planet.
When I see it, I can’t hold off either, filling the condom as I come with her.
Wren collapses against my chest, and long, long moments pass as we both catch our breath before she lifts her head, grinning down at me.
“I think I’m seeing the value in asking for what I want now.”
I burst into laughter.