Chapter 32 Just Making Sure This Isn’t A Dream
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Isit up on my knees and take her in. Her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as she pushes up on her elbows.
A sexy smile spreads across her face. Her hair falls around her shoulders, and she moves a piece of it behind her ear.
Wren is always beautiful, but Wren, laying here after I’ve made her squirt, is a goddamn goddess.
“Did I just—”
“Squirt?” I ask.
“I’ve never…fuck…” she breathes out, and my dick throbs below my pants. I slap at my face with both hands, and she giggles.
“What are you doing?”
“Just making sure this isn’t a dream.”
I move next to her, and she rolls to meet me, placing her leg over mine.
She runs a hand through my hair and then leans in to kiss me.
Our tongues swirl around each other, and she lets out a little moan, making my cock harder.
“Well, if it is a dream. I really hope it’s not over yet,” she teases, snaking her hand down my chest and abs.
Everywhere she touches erupts with heat.
“Can I touch you?” she asks, her hand finding the waistband of my sweatpants.
“I thought you’d never ask,” I say, swallowing hard.
Her hand wraps around my shaft and begins to move up and down. Her touch threatens to take me over the edge, and a sound escapes me that’s borderline primal.
“Fuck, you’re huge,” she says, rolling her palm down my length and then pausing to play with the tip.
My whole body shudders under her touch, and I try to come up with a hot comeback, but I’m too distracted by her hand on my dick.
“If you keep touching me like that, you’re going to make me come fully clothed,” I breathe out.
She giggles against me, and then her lips crash into mine. She works my cock in her hand and begins to rock against my leg. Our mouths stay locked on each other, and my hands find her back and pull her in closer.
“Wren,” I breathe out. “I really want to fuck you, and I haven’t been with anyone since April, so if you keep it up, this is gonna be over too soon.”
She rolls back and stares at me. “You haven’t been with anyone since April?”
“No.”
“Are you serious? But I saw you with that blonde at The Local a couple months ago.”
“What blonde?”
“I don’t know, but it was ladies night and you were there kissing her by the door, and then you left.”
That night replays in my head.
“You were there?”
“Yeah, Gray and I went out for drinks.”
I chuckle. “I could’ve sworn I saw you that night, and I convinced myself my mind was playing tricks on me. The blonde kissed me, and I turned her down. I haven’t been with anyone since my birthday.”
“Why?” she asks.
I hesitate before answering her because I don’t want to freak her out, but she deserves the truth. “Because the minute I saw you, I only wanted you, and no one else compared.”
Her breath hitches.
“I bet you think I’m crazy.”
“You are crazy, but not for saying that.” She moves closer. “All this time you’ve been feeling this way, and didn’t say anything.”
“I just thought you deserved more than me, and I guess I convinced myself that if the best I could do was be your friend, then that was enough because it meant I got to be around you.”
Our lips meet in a soft kiss.
“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you,” she says, kissing me again softly. “You are incredible, and I hate that it took me so long to figure it out.”
Our tongues tangle again, and this time, it’s full of passion and heat. She grabs at the waistband of my pants, shoving them down, and I kick them off. I roll over, grab a condom from the bedside table drawer, and we both pull off our shirts.
“You sure you want to do this?” I ask.
“Give me that,” she says, snatching the foil packet from my hand. She pushes me back against the pillows, rips it open with her teeth, and then rolls it down my cock.
Holy fuck, she’s hot when she takes what she wants.
She hesitates for a moment once it’s on.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I’ve just never been with anyone as big as you, and I’m worried it’s not going to fit.”
“We’ll make it fit,” I say. “Now come here. You get on top, so you’re in control. If it’s too much, we can stop.”
She nods and moves to straddle me. After lining me up between her legs, she begins slowly to sink down on my cock. She’s so fucking tight, and I can feel myself stretching her, but she doesn’t stop. “Fuck…it…feels…so…” she breathes out, punctuating each word with a small moan.
“Look at you taking me so well,” I say. “It’s like you were made for me.”
She carefully continues to move down my shaft until she’s taken me all the way to the hilt.
“Move,” she calls out. “Fuck, I need you to move.”
We both begin to rock in sync, and pressure immediately begins to build in the base of my spine. I do my best to push it away, but I’ve been on the fucking edge since the kiss, and I haven’t had sex in six months, so I know I don’t have much longer.
“Lean back,” I say, and she does. She continues to ride me, and my thumb begins to circle her clit. God, the view of her on top of me, tits bouncing slightly as she moves up and down, is a fucking fantasy.
“I’m close, and I want you to come with me. You think you can do that?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she says with a moan.
I continue to work her clit, rocking my hips into her. “Fuck…it’s so fucking good,” she says as she continues to move against me.
“That’s it, pretty girl—take what you need. I want to feel you come apart for me.”
With my spare hand, I grab her ass, tugging her tighter against me, and she falls. Her pussy tightens around my dick, and she falls forward, covering my face with her hair.
“Tanner,” she screams, and it’s all I need. I find my release as well. Her mouth finds mine, silencing us both. Our bodies continue to rock together, until we both are completely unraveled.
“Fuck,” I say when she rolls off the top of me. “You are absolutely amazing.”
She climbs out of bed, and I watch as her bare ass sways in the dim light. “You were alright,” she teases, glancing over her shoulder.
I jump out of bed and run up behind her, grabbing her and pulling her into me. “Just alright?” I ask, tickling her sides.
“Stop, you know I’m just teasing you. I need to pee.” She laughs. “And you’re still wearing the condom.”
I kiss the side of her head and move past her into the bathroom, discarding the rubber into the trash.
Once we’ve both cleaned up and dressed in nothing but our underwear, she climbs back into bed, and I walk out to get us both some water.
“Thank you,” she says, taking the glass from me. She takes a sip then places it back on the nightstand. I crawl into bed, and her body relaxes against mine.
“I hope you like being the big spoon,” she says, nestling in closer. “Because I like being the little spoon.”
“I’ll be your big spoon any time.”
“Maybe we do make a good team,” she says.
“I’ve been trying to tell you, but you wouldn’t listen.” I lay a kiss against the side of her face. “Did that really just happen?” I ask, replaying our night.
“Yes,” she says. “And I’m really happy it did.”
“I’m pretty sure you’ve made me the happiest man on the planet,” I say.
“I know serious relationships aren’t really your thing,” she begins, her tone shifting to nervousness. “But what does all this mean? Are we together now? Is it casual?”
“I meant what I said. I don’t want it to be just sex.
I like you a lot, Wren, and if you don’t want to label it, I can be cool with that, but I’d like to see where it goes.
I’d like to take you on dates. I’d like to be able to kiss you whenever I want.
I don’t want to hide this from our friends.
God, I want to tell everyone you’re mine, if you’ll have me. ”
“I’d like all that too,” she says. “And I’m not opposed to labels.”
“I’ve never asked a girl to be my girlfriend before,” I admit nervously, my heart beginning to race.
“Ever? Not even when you were in middle or high school?”
“No. I’ve dated a lot of women, but never have been exclusive. Does that weird you out?”
“No. I mean maybe it should, and if you asked me a couple months ago maybe it would have, but then I got to know you, and despite you being insufferable, I couldn’t help but fall for you.”
“So, how does this work? Do I ask, or do we just kinda agree to be in a relationship?”
My cheeks heat, and I’ve never been more thankful that the room was dark. I’m thirty. I should know how to ask a woman out. How fucking embarrassing.
“You should definitely ask,” she says. “And we’ve kind of done it all out of order, but I’ll let that slide.”
My heart rate picks up, and nerves pulse through me.
“Okay, well then…will you be my girlfriend?”
“Umm, I might need to think about it,” she says, giggling.
“That’s not funny,” I say. She pauses for an extra moment. “Wren, will you be my girlfriend?”
“Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend.”
My heart swells, and she turns to face me, placing another kiss on my lips. “The group’s going to freak,” she says.
“Not gonna lie, I’m freaking out. Don’t you dare break my heart, Wren Dawson.”
She kisses me hard. “I won’t, but that goes for you too.”
“Never.”
I lay there for a few long minutes until her breaths start to even out, and I know she’s asleep. Reflecting on my day, I’m still not sure about a lot of things, but I know this, us, is right.