Wren slipped out of bed, locked the door, and then stood in front of Stone, staring down at him. “Then give that to me. Nothing else matters to me, right now.” She pushed her underwear down and stepped out of them, crawled over the bed and lay down on her back beside him. “Just this matters.”
Stone’s eyes raked over her, and then she watched as the last vestige of hesitation fled from his features. He rolled to his side, leaning on one elbow, and kissed her lips. Tentatively at first, slow and tasting. Wren pulled at his neck, lifted up to deepen the kiss. She peeled his shirt up over his abs, and he shifted to let her tug it away, and then he dipped in to kiss her once more. Aggression tinged this kiss, finally. She moaned in relief as he began to devour her lips, and his hand scoured her ribs, drifted up over her breasts and nudged her erect nipples with his thumb, one and then the other.
His tongue slid between her lips and touched her teeth, found her tongue.
Now her hands explored, traced the lines of his abdominal muscles, the scars of his still-healing gunshot wounds on his side and thigh. This all felt so familiar, yet not. That one night in the hotel in Manila seemed like a distant dream, with so many nightmares rampaging between that one sweet night and this morning. She found the button of his jeans, and slipped the cold circle of metal through the loop. The engorged hardness of his manhood spread the zipper apart, and she lowered it the rest of the way, then slid her fingers around the waist of his pants, pushing them down. He lifted hips, and she pushed the denim over his knees, and they used their toes together to shed them the rest of the way, kicking them off the bed from beneath the blankets. Now, only a thin barrier of cotton separated Wren from what she wanted. She made short work of his underwear, and now he was naked with her.
Sunlight streamed through the fourth floor window, showing a blue, cloud-free sky. Warmth suffused Wren as Stone’s hand roamed her body, sliding over her hips, down to her knees, over her thighs and up between her legs, which she spread apart for him, welcoming his touch eagerly.
She shrugged the blankets away, letting them fall to their hips, and then pushed them down farther, baring Stone’s huge, rigid cock to the air. She marveled at it, then wriggled, remembering how it had felt inside her. She wrapped her hands around him, squeezed gently, then slid her palms up and down his length.
“I love how your hands feel on me. You touching me like that…it makes me crazy. Like I’m drunk on how amazing you make me feel.” Stone’s voice was pitched low, a rumble in the space between gasps.
Wren didn’t know what to say to that. All she knew to do was kiss him and keep touching him, rub her thumb over his tip and spread the moisture that leaked all over him, twist her hand around him as she plunged her fist down. He groaned, and she did it again, this time tasting his moan, devouring the sound of his pleasure with her mouth over his.
He touched her too, gave her pleasure even as he seemed out of his mind with his own ecstasy. Two thick fingers scissored inside her wet warmth, finding her perfect spot and rubbing there, then ascending to circle her clit.
“Kiss me there,” she breathed. “I want that again.”
Stone slid down her body, hands trailing fire on her skin. He lay on his stomach, his head between her thighs, weight on his elbows, and she felt his lips kiss her inner thigh, then inward. She let her thighs fall apart and gasped as his tongue speared into her. She curled her legs around his shoulders, and he shifted so her knees hung over his shoulders.
“You taste so good,” Stone murmured. “Your pussy is so sweet.”
She felt herself blush. “Stone…God.” She forgot her embarrassment as he did something with his lips, tongue and fingers all at once that had her moaning.
He laughed. “What? It’s true.” He lifted his head to meet her bliss-heavy eyes. His mouth was slick, glistening with her essence. He licked his lips, grinning as she writhed in embarrassment.
“Really?” She gasped again as he slid his fingers inside her and moved them, rubbing that spot high inside so she couldn’t breathe for the ache of building ecstasy. “You really think my…my pussy tastes good?” She’d never called it that before. It didn’t sound the same as when he said it. His deep, growling voice gave the word a dirty edge.
Stone took a breath to answer, then just grinned and bent his head to lick up her opening, used the tip of his tongue to circle her clit, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. He matched the speed of his tongue with his fingers, and then, just when she felt the edge approaching, he slowed, and she bucked her hips against him, hearing a tiny, feminine growl of frustration escape her.
Stone laughed at her growl and gave her what she wanted, the speed and intensity that brought her to the cusp of orgasm. When she wavered on the edge but couldn’t fall over, she tugged with her legs, pushed his head harder against her. He suckled her clit into his mouth and flattened it with suction, reached up with one hand to pinch her nipple, his other hand working inside her.
She felt it break over her, then, a blinding wave shaking her entire body, clenching her insides in a vise. She twisted her head to bite the pillow, muffling her scream of release. He didn’t relent when she came, but continued his frenzied assault on her until she was writhing, unable to take anymore but unable to not take it. Wave after wave hit her, stealing her breath, making her already erect nipples go diamond-hard. Her pussy clenched and clamped and pulsed, and still he devoured her, licked her, fingered her.
Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. “No more…” She pulled him up, taking his erection in her hand. “Your turn, now.”
She slid out from beneath him, pushed him to his back and pressed her cheek to his belly, sliding toward his cock. She wrapped her lips around his tip, flicked him with her tongue. “Your cock tastes good,” she said. “Maybe I’ll just make you come like this.”
“I thought we were—”
“We’re doing whatever we want. And right now, I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel.” She circled his thickness with her fingers, twisting his base as she sucked the springy, broad head of his cock into her mouth. “Does this feel good?”
Stone laughed, a disbelieving bark. “Good? It feels fucking amazing. But you don’t have to—”
“I
“Would you let me finish a sentence, woman?” He said it with a laugh.
“I don’t need to let you finish a sentence, because I know what you’re going to say. And it’s stupid. You really think I’d do this if I didn’t want to?” She kissed the very tip, then focused on the rhythm of her hand around him, slow, pulsing strokes, shallow at the base, squeezing gently.
“I just want you to know it doesn’t have to be equal. Besides, if you make me come like this, we’ll have to wait for me to be inside you.”
“The more time I spend talking to you, the less time I spend doing this.” She took him deeper into her mouth, working him with her tongue and sucking hard.
“Oh God…then don’t talk.”
She didn’t. She squeezed and twisted with her hands, sucked with her mouth, and Stone gasped, groaned, and swore. He began to move his hips into the rhythm of her mouth on him. Slow bobs of her head, taking him into her mouth, then backing away, never taking him very deep, but sucking so hard he groaned. She moved her hands with increasing speed, but kept going slow with her mouth, and Stone’s groans grew frantic, needy, breathless, and his hips moved faster and faster.
“Wren…” Stone growled. “Fuck, I’m so close—” He tangled his fingers in her hair, and then with a muttered curse, hooked his hands under her arms and pulled her up, twisted her onto her back and was kneeling over her before she could respond. His cock left her mouth with a
He was there, at her entrance, huge and thick and leaking moisture. “I need this.” He spoke with clenched teeth, and her palms on his back touched iron-hard muscles.
“I wasn’t done with you,” Wren muttered. “I wanted to feel you come like that.”
“I need this. You need this.” He pushed with his hips, and the tip of his cock probed into her damp core.
“Yes…” she gasped. “Please. I do need that.” She curled her legs around his hips, lifting her ass off the bed, her arms on his back, her hands clawed against his shoulders.
In, then. Deeper. Wren moaned in bliss as he rocked into her, filling her. Stone growled in his throat, a primal noise of pleasure. She moved with him, rolled her hips so he sunk deeper. Her lips touched his shoulder,
