Chapter 16 #2
He felt her lips tip up with a smile as she kissed, then twirled her tongue over one of his brown nipples. “Maybe,” she replied coyly.
Grayson closed his eyes briefly, searching for patience. Or maybe it was more accurate to say he was praying for divine intervention. Not that either were available at the moment.
He used his grip on her hair to tug her head back, and he swore his cock tripled in size at the look of pure, unadulterated need on her face. She was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever known, and he was in serious danger of getting lost in those expressive bright blue eyes of hers.
“Wren,” he repeated, trying to warn her again. He would never take a woman without her consent, never let things go further than she was comfortable with, but he was only human. He was terrified of moving forward without knowing the boundaries first.
Leaning forward, she pressed a kiss to his jaw, then another.
His hands landed on her hips, firm, resolute, as she tried to shimmy her way back up.
“Little bird.” The endearment came out rough.
She moved until they were pressed together again, and his head tipped back against the couch.
“Jesus,” he muttered, the word half groan, half harsh breath.
While he hadn’t come completely clean with her, letting her know exactly what he’d meant when he said she was his at the Harvest Dance, he knew.
And as such, he also knew how much rode on him doing this right.
He was in this forever, and he wasn’t about to fuck it up simply because his dick was fighting tooth and nail to override his brain.
She lifted slightly, slowly sinking back down so that her pussy dragged along his erection. The sensation caused him to gasp, and Wren to shiver. If a simple motion like that felt that so overpowering, how incredible would it be when there was nothing between them?
“Wren,” he said, his voice strained. “You keep doing that and we’re about to have a very different conversation.”
For a moment, neither of them moved. The air felt charged and heavy, like they were one spark away from setting a fire neither of them could quench.
“What if…” she started. “What if I want more?”
“How much more?” he forced himself to ask.
She bit her lower lip, and he hated the sudden doubt in her eyes.
“You can ask me for anything, little bird. I’d give you the world if it was mine to offer.”
Wren blinked a few times, and he could practically see her processing those words, as if she wasn’t sure she’d heard him right.
Once they sank in, she swallowed deeply. “I want to see all of you. I’ve never seen…” That lower lip disappeared under her teeth again.
“Do you just want to look?”
She shook her head.
Ordinarily, Grayson was a dominant lover. When it came to his sexual affairs, he took the lead, called the shots without a lot of conversation, but with her, he needed to proceed with caution. More communication was necessary.
“I want to touch you. And maybe…”
He tried to set her at ease by giving her a playful grin. “Maybe…”
“I’ve never given a blowjob.”
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
This woman was going to be the death of him.
And not just because he wanted her so much, it hurt.
He recalled her reaction to him climbing over her. She still hadn’t explained or shared that part of her past. Without that knowledge, proceeding felt a bit like picking his way through a minefield. Which meant that while he was typically a man of action, right now, he needed to be a man of words.
“I don’t want to do anything that might scare you, trigger you,” he said, perhaps more bluntly than he should have.
Wren sighed softly. “I shouldn’t have asked you—”
“No. Stop,” he said hastily. “Little bird, there’s not a damn thing on earth I wouldn’t give you if I could. But I’d rather cut off my own hand than hurt you, so I think we should talk a little first.”
Panic painted her features and he quickly held his hands up in surrender. “I promised we would take this thing on your timeline and I meant that. I know you have some things you’re not ready to share with me yet, and that’s okay. I just want to be sure I don’t scare you.”
Wren nodded slowly. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I’m…” She swallowed deeply. “I’m not ready to talk yet.”
He cupped her cheek gently. “And that’s okay.”
“Grayson, me touching you won’t trigger me.”
There was a strength, a confidence in her tone that he didn’t hear nearly often enough. She spoke with so much conviction; he didn’t question her words were the truth.
“Good,” he said. “Because I want you to touch me.”
Placing his hands on her hips, he tightened his grip. “Stand up,” he commanded, as he helped her rise. She stood in front of him, her eyes glued to his fingers as he unfastened his jeans. Lifting his hips, he pulled the denim as well as his boxer briefs down, not stopping until they hit his ankles.
Her eyes were wide, but she didn’t shy away from the sight of his extremely erect cock. Grayson had been in enough locker rooms to know he was on the upper end of the “endowed” scale, but it wasn’t so large that women went running from the bedroom in fear.
He kicked off his shoes so he could get completely naked, but Wren had other ideas.
He’d only managed to pull off one pants leg before she dropped to her knees in front of him, claiming the space between his outstretched thighs.
That left his jeans hanging from one ankle, but he couldn’t make himself care as he took in the sight of Wren, kneeling before him.
Her bottom lip was going to be swollen if she kept gnawing on it. He pulled it free with his thumb before cupping her cheek. So far, she’d done nothing more than look, so he decided to give her a little push in the right direction.
“Wrap your hand around it,” he commanded gruffly.
Her eyes flashed to his for just a moment before drifting back down below his waist. Her hand trembled slightly when she reached out.
He wrapped his own loosely around her wrist, halting her briefly. “This stops the second you say.” He wasn’t going to assume she knew that, even though he hoped he’d made that plain over the past few weeks.
“I know,” she asserted. “I trust you.”
Grayson had assumed the best thing he’d ever hear from her would be three different little words, but hearing that she trusted him felt even more meaningful and special. Because he knew she didn’t give her trust easily.
He stroked her soft cheek with his thumb, wanting desperately to reply. Unfortunately, the only thing he could think to say was the one thing it was too early to declare.
So instead, he thought the words. I love you. Secretly hoping perhaps she could see them written in his eyes.
When Wren gave him a soft, sweet smile, he let himself imagine she had.
Then, all thoughts vanished as she wrapped her delicate hand around his cock.
“It’s softer than I thought it would be,” she murmured.
Her amazement caused him to snort, because there wasn’t a damn thing soft about his dick at the moment.
She giggled with him. “I mean the skin,” she corrected.
Grayson gave her a quick playful wink, then placed his hand on top of hers. “Stroke it. Like this.” As he spoke, he moved their hands together, up and down the shaft, applying pressure so that she knew what he liked.
Wren followed his instructions without hesitation or shyness.
“You’re a virgin,” he said, no question in his tone. If he hadn’t been directing her grip, he suspected she would have pulled her hand away.
“Is it that obvious?” she asked.
He didn’t need to reply. She’d already admitted she’d never seen a man’s penis. Instead, he avoided the question completely. “You’re going to be deadly to my libido.”
She huffed out a breathy laugh. “Sweet talker.”
“Nope,” he countered. “Just an honest man.”
“Do you care that I haven’t…” She finished that sentence with a one-shoulder shrug.
“No,” he said. “Just like I wouldn’t care if you had. All I care about is that we’re here now, together. Don’t care about the men that came before.”
“Not much there to care about,” she said, with a self-deprecating laugh.
“Maybe that’s something we should talk about…later,” he added, wiggling his eyebrows as he glanced down at his cock, still enclosed in her hand.
Wren giggled with true delight. “Much later.”
Goddamn, he loved this woman.
She started stroking him again, using the strong grip he showed her, revealing herself to be the perfect mimic. He demonstrated and she took the lesson to heart, concentrating on his dick like he was a page in one of her favorite novels.
Unable to resist, he leaned forward, giving her a kiss. He meant to make it more of a buss, but when she met him halfway, it lingered. Throughout it all, her hand continued to stroke him.
When they parted, he added an extra kiss to her cheek before placing his lips right next to her ear.
“I’m not going to lie, though, and say there’s not a caveman part of me that isn’t thrilled by the thought of being your first. Your only,” he added, unwilling to keep hiding his intentions for their future.
“Only,” she whispered, as if trying out the word.
He paused, giving her time to try to refute that. Not that she could, because he was serious about claiming this woman as his own for the rest of their lives.
But Wren didn’t question it. Instead, she did something a million times better. She smiled at him like he’d just lassoed the moon and handed it to her on a silver platter.
Words fell away after that, as he continued to direct her movements, pushing her hand all the way to the base of his cock before dragging it to the tip. On one upward stroke, she twirled a single fingertip over the head, gliding it through the precome there.
Before he could read her intention, she bent forward, stealing a taste and teasing the hole with the tip of her tongue.
Grayson hissed in a surprised breath as Wren—the saucy minx—glanced at him with the most seductive eyes he’d ever seen.
She laughed softly at his obvious shock. “I might not have practical experience,” she explained, “but I read a lot.”