Chapter 7 #3
Wren whimpered against her—a sound that Lily adored—as her thumbs brushed the exposed skin around Lily’s waist where her sweatshirt had ridden up. She moaned at the feeling of Wren’s thigh pressing deliciously between her legs, driving her absolutely wild.
“Lily,” Wren groaned against her lips, pulling the bottom one into her mouth, biting it gently.
Her body burned for Wren, a fire coursing through her in pulsating waves.
It was like nothing she had ever felt before, and as nimble fingers found their way beneath her sweatshirt, it burned even hotter.
Wren’s hands danced along her ribcage, thumbs brushing the underwire of her bra before cupping her breast, squeezing her gently.
Lily wanted more. More than what they had been dancing around for months, more than where she had repeatedly made them stop. She wanted Wren. To touch Wren, to feel Wren. To know what it felt like to make Wren feel everything.
But what if you’re bad at it? That small voice popped into her head. The one that liked to keep her humble with its reminders that, as much as she wanted to be, she—Lily Gallagher—was in fact not good at everything.
She shifted, trying to ignore that voice, trying to focus on Wren, and the really, really hot thing she was currently doing with her tongue against Lily’s neck.
Wren pulled back, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as her eyes trailed down over Lily’s body beneath her. Could she tell Lily’s mind had been somewhere else?
“Sorry.” Wren’s gaze glowed under the golden hue of the fairy lights above them. “I got carried away,” she said gingerly, pulling her hand from beneath Lily’s sweatshirt, much to Lily’s dismay.
Lily studied Wren, the way her eyes—so intensely green with little splashes of blue—asked questions she knew Wren would never ask out of respect for Lily’s boundaries and rules.
“I’m not sorry,” Lily whispered, voice low. She reached out, pushing Wren onto her back, still slightly propped up by the pile of pillows leaning against the couch.
She moved, straddling Wren’s narrow hips and enjoying the wide-eyed excitement spreading across her features as Lily reached for the hem of her own sweatshirt, pulling it up over her head and tossing it aside.
“I want you to get carried away.” Lily heard the words fall from her lips, heard how sure she sounded even as she worked so hard to keep her voice from shaking.
Wren froze as Lily’s words registered. “Really?” she breathed.
Lily nodded, reaching around behind her back to unclasp her bra, the flesh-toned straps falling loosely as she pulled the garment away, eyes never leaving the safety of Wren’s gaze.
“Really.”
She wanted this. And if there was one thing Lily had always done in her life, it was going after the things she wanted.
“Oh. My. God,” Wren whispered, eyes dropping to look at her bare chest with pure adoration before reaching out.
Lily inhaled sharply as Wren’s hands made contact with her skin, squeezing her breasts gently, thumbs instantly finding her nipples. She leaned into the touch, kissing Wren again, getting lost in the feeling of their lips moving together.
Impatient hands tugged at Wren’s shirt—she wanted it off, now— their kiss breaking long enough for Wren to peel it off, up and over her head, revealing the simple black sports bra Lily knew would be there—the only brand Wren could stand to wear.
A blush crept up her cheeks when she noticed the shadows created by the hardened peaks of Wren’s nipples, and she couldn’t help herself when she reached out, brushing her thumbs lightly over them, basking in the feeling of Wren shuddering beneath her touch.
Lily moved her fingers lower, dancing along the elastic band.
But Wren stopped her, grabbing gently at her wrist.
“I—uh—I think I’d prefer keeping my bra on.” Wren’s voice was shy, almost embarrassed, as she whispered her want.
Lily, nervous she had done something wrong, asked, “Did I—”
“No. Absolutely not,” Wren reassured, reading her insecurity. “I liked what you were doing—really, really liked it— I just want to keep my bra on if that’s okay. I’m just—uh—yeah.”
Lily leaned back, still straddling Wren, still naked from the waist up. She traced Wren’s jaw with the tips of her fingers, brushing her thumb over her slightly kiss-swollen bottom lip.
“I’m nervous too, Wren,” she said softly, glancing away from those earnest green eyes.
“You are?”
Lily nodded, leaning forward, her lips finding that spot under Wren’s jaw that made her gasp. “Keep telling me what feels good and what doesn’t,” she murmured against Wren’s skin as she moved down her body.
When her lips found Wren’s nipples, Lily was struck with an idea as she flicked the hardened peak with her tongue. She breathed hot air against Wren, satisfied by the way Wren’s grip in her hair tightened reflexively.
“That,” she moaned. “I really like that.”
Lily smirked against her, repeating the motion, alternating nipples, delighting every time Wren’s grip tugged slightly at her hair, sending heat straight between her thighs. Maybe she wasn’t going to be bad at this after all.
Her confidence only grew with each kiss she placed along the perfect curves of Wren’s abdomen, then lower still. Wren spread her legs so Lily could kneel between them, peppering the waistline of her baggy jeans with soft kisses.
“Can I?” Lily asked, fingers toying with the button of Wren’s jeans.
Wren nodded, releasing the hold she still had in Lily’s hair, helping her as she pushed Wren’s jeans down over her hips. She pulled them off before removing her own leggings, leaving both of them in their underwear.
Lily kneeled once more between Wren’s legs, hands running over muscled thighs before continuing up the length of her body and leaning forward to catch Wren’s lips again.
She sank into the warmth of their exposed skin, pressing together—a feeling she wanted to remember forever.
Wren wrapped her long legs around her, pulling their bodies even closer.
She moaned at the feeling of heat coming from between her thighs, rocking her hips, pressing against Wren before pushing her thighs apart.
Wren’s chest rose and fell slowly as Lily reached out, tracing her fingers over the fabric of Wren’s simple bikini-style underwear, brushing over a damp spot. Holy shit—the realization hitting her in the moment—that wet spot? That was because of her.
The intensity of that knowledge surged in her chest, emboldening her.
Why was no one talking about how being able to turn a girl on was one of the most powerful fucking feelings?
That feeling fueled her movements as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of Wren’s underwear.
She made eye contact with Wren, whose dark curls moved with her head as she nodded, lifting her hips to allow Lily to remove them.
And when she looked back, Lily was in awe.
Wren had one hand next to her, gripping the pillow, the other moving over her chest, body anticipating Lily’s movements. Ready and waiting for her. It was the hottest thing she had ever seen—to have someone—to have Wren—spread for her like this, waiting for her like this.
Lily scooted back, lowering herself, pressing kisses up the length of Wren’s inner thigh and over her hip, kissing above the small patch of coarse hair.
She paused, slightly unsure what she should do next.
Was she supposed to just go down on Wren?
Touch her first? They hadn’t talked at all about penetration.
Don’t overthink it. With that single mantra, Lily silenced the rising wave of panic. She knew what she wanted to try, but wanted to make sure Wren wanted that too.
“Can I taste you?”
“Fuck—yes—please.” Wren’s words were eager, causing every ounce of nervousness to leave Lily’s body, hearing how excited she was at the thought of Lily going down on her.
She inhaled deeply, making a mental note of the incredible scent of Wren’s desire for her—like earth and a little sweat.
She had never seen a vagina this close before, and aside from diagrams her moms had used to explain female anatomy to her and an inquisitive afternoon spent looking at her own with a mirror, she had never seen another one.
But Wren’s was…cute. She didn’t really know how else to describe it as she ran her tongue between Wren’s lips, hands gripping her hips as Lily dove completely into tasting her.
“Oh—fu—mmm.” Wren twitched under her movements as Lily swirled her tongue, noticing the way Wren’s hips jolted or how she moaned when Lily made a specific flicking movement over the little mound Lily had guessed was her clit.
Lily used that information to guide her, and as Wren’s moans grew deeper and more desperate, that fire inside her burned hotter and hotter.
“I love you,” Lily whispered, dragging her tongue between her folds to circle her clit in drawn-out wet strokes, savoring the taste of Wren in her mouth.
Wren bunched Lily’s hair in her fist, tugging slightly with each flick of her tongue.
“Lily,” she whined, legs twitching, hips rolling up to chase her mouth.
Lily dug her fingertips into Wren’s hips, holding her in place, the muscles in her biceps flexing with the effort of restraining her while continuing to work her tongue repeatedly over her clit until Wren was gasping for breath.
“I—Lily—I—yes—” Wren moaned, body tightening around her, thighs fighting the urge to press together. “Fuck, Lily.”
Wren’s voice, Lily registered, was unusually high-pitched as her legs shook and—oh. Wren’s hand pushed at her shoulder, urging her to stop. And Lily did, immediately, panicked for a moment that she had done something to make Wren uncomfortable, only to realize it was quite the opposite.
“Did you just, you know, have an orgasm?” Lily asked curiously. God, she wished she sounded cooler, but unfortunately, this was what she had to work with.
Wren nodded feverishly, breath still shaky. “I think so? I mean, I’ve never felt that before, when, you know, like when I touch myself.”
Lily felt the heat in her cheeks rise at the mental image of Wren touching herself, and she added that to the growing wishlist of naked activities she very much wanted to try with her.
“Come here.” Wren grinned, tugging gently at Lily’s arm, pulling her up to straddle her hips again. “That was…”
“Really cool, right?” Lily added, her impulsive excitement taking control of her words before she could think.
Wren beamed a dopey, satisfied smile, her hands tracing lines up and down Lily’s sides. “The coolest,” she confirmed. “But now I want to show you how cool that felt.”
Wren’s eyes dropped to Lily’s chest as she cupped Lily’s breast with one hand, the other snaking around her body, steadying her. Wren squeezed her, gently pulling at her nipple, groaning as it hardened between her fingers.
Fuck. Yeah. Such an incredible feeling, Lily thought, getting lost in Wren’s touch, leaning back slightly to grant Wren more access. She took it, quickly pulling a nipple into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue.
Lily could feel how wet she was, fully aware of how turned on going down on Wren had made her. She doubted she was going to last very long because even the slightest movement of Wren’s tongue on her nipple was driving her crazy.
And then Wren slipped a hand between their bodies, pressing directly against Lily.
“Wren—” She inhaled, rolling her hips forward, pushing against Wren’s fingers over her underwear. Each pass of her hips moved her closer and closer as she rolled them over and over, arms snaking around Wren’s neck, pulling her as close as possible.
“God, you feel so good like this,” Wren whispered.
Lily slammed her eyes shut. Hearing Wren’s voice when she was this close—it was almost too much.
“Your underwear was already wet when I touched you,” she breathed, a strong arm wrapped around Lily’s waist, holding her in place as she slipped a hand into Lily’s underwear, sighing when her fingers met Lily’s wetness.
Lily let out a whimper, the pure pleasure of it all almost too much as Wren moved her fingers in slow, purposeful circles. Again, and again, and again, Lily desperately chasing her touch, moaning in her ear.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she chanted in Wren’s ear, her fingertips digging into Wren’s shoulder as Wren pulled her over the edge in a wave of heat.
One that ripped through her in an erratic movement of hips jerking and nails digging into Wren’s shoulders, all of it felt so, so good, and—woah.
Lily couldn’t recall if she had been loud or silent, or anything in between, because all her mind had locked onto was chasing that heat until it had completely consumed her.
Her body slumped forward, skin a little sticky with sweat as she leaned her forehead against Wren’s, their breathing slowing together.
“That was so fucking cool,” Wren breathed as she stroked her back, causing Lily to laugh.
“Yeah, it really was,” she whispered.