Chapter 16 #4
But there was no denying the idea of being Wren’s first appealed to him more than he wanted to admit, even to himself.
Wren thrust in time with his finger, shifting her hips to meet him every time he pressed inside her. As her excitement grew, he added a second finger to the first.
She hissed on the next thrust, though there was no pain in the sound. Just surprise and then…a groan.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Gray.”
Fucking her with two fingers, he kept the pressure on her clit with his thumb. He knew exactly how vital that tiny nub was when it came to a woman’s orgasm.
Within minutes, she was there. Her breathing was erratic and her pleading had given way to simply sounds. Groans. Whimpers. Shuddering breaths.
Then her head flew forward, her wild eyes met his, and she let herself go, coming so roughly, her entire body jerked as if struck by lightning.
His inner voice shouted, Good! because at least now she knew exactly what that love touch felt like. She’d certainly provoked the same reaction in him every single time he touched her.
He studied her face as she rode out her climax. Her pretty blue eyes were clenched shut, allowing him to see just how long and curly her dark eyelashes were. Lately, she’d started wearing mascara, admitting to him one night that she’d liked wearing it when she was pretending to be Lark.
Her cheeks were flushed his new favorite color, a shade he was calling Wren pink, and her chest rose and fell rapidly as she fought to regain her breath.
Grayson’s fingers remained deep inside her, so he could feel every pulse, every clench of her inner walls. Even though he’d just come, his cock grew hard again as he foolishly let himself imagine how fucking good it was going to feel when he claimed her virginity for his own.
Once the storm passed, Wren slowly returned, her eyes blinking several times, seeking focus.
“Welcome back,” he teased, loving the way she shivered as he pulled his fingers from her body.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, when he put those same fingers into his mouth, licking off her sweet juices.
“Delicious,” he said, leaning forward to kiss her, letting her taste herself on his lips.
“Grayson. That was… Holy shit. I thought I was going to die, it felt so good.”
“Surely you’ve had orgasms before?”
She nipped her lower lip. “A couple,” she confessed. “Self-induced ones that were lukewarm compared to…” She waved her hand toward her pussy. “Honestly, I never really got what all the fuss was about.”
He chuckled, because she was too adorable for words. Since he’d insisted on total honesty between them, Wren had taken the words to heart, offering him so many glimpses into her thoughts and feelings.
He knew there was still one hell of a brick wall left to scale, but with every little peek inside that she offered, he felt more hopeful that one day, she’d tear it down completely.
Grayson struggled to rise, considering his jeans were still dangling around his ankles. Once he was steady, he reached down, helping her stand as well. She pulled her shirt back on, not bothering with the bra, as he tugged his jeans and boxers back up, carefully tucking his erection away.
She giggled when she noticed the state she’d left him in. “Isn’t that pretty quick recovery time?” she asked. “Not that I know from experience.”
He returned to the couch, drawing her down on his lap. “I think hard-ons are going to be a way of life for me from now on. Now that I have you.”
Her eyes twinkled with delight over that pronouncement. They kissed again, then nestled close together, watching the end of the movie, despite neither of them understanding what was happening.
Not that it mattered. He would sit in an empty room watching paint dry if he could do it with her.
After the movie was over, he reluctantly lifted her off his lap, rising.
“It’s late,” she said.
“I know. I should probably head back.”
She tilted her head. “Or…you could always stay here. Sleep over. Just sleep,” she added hastily, before wincing. “I mean…”
“I’d love to sleep here. Just sleep,” he echoed, with a playful wink.
“Okay,” she said cheerily, grasping his hand and guiding him to her bedroom.
It was directly connected to her living room, so despite him never being inside it, he’d seen it through the open door every time he was over. Like the rest of the apartment, it was tidy, everything in its place, her bed always made.
She claimed what was obviously her side, given the cluttered nightstand. He crossed to the opposite. He pulled his jeans off, leaving his boxer briefs in place, while Wren climbed in wearing just her T-shirt.
“No nightgown?” he teased.
“Sleep shirt,” she retorted, giggling.
They climbed onto the mattress at the same time. “Should we build a pillow wall?” he asked, unable to resist the joke.
This time, she laughed and smacked him on the shoulder. “No, smart-ass.”
They met in the middle, Grayson lying on his back as Wren curled up next to him, resting her head on his chest, just as she’d done so many times on the couch.
Those three words kept tugging at the edge of his mind, wanting to be said.
Grayson managed to keep them in.
But only just barely.