my hands up the backs of her thighs and cupped her firm ass, my cock growing as I realized she was bare under her shirt. “Thinking of anything in particular?”
“Your big gun.”
She was under me in an instant. Our mouths fused together, kissing each other as if we’d been apart for days, not hours. Her hands roamed my back, running over my sides, clutching at my ass after she pushed the sheet down with her legs.
“Oh God, you’re naked.”
Seconds later, so was she. Skin-to-skin, we discovered each other. She pushed me onto my back as her hot mouth traveled the length of my torso, flicking her tongue on my taut nipples, over my abs, and down my thighs. She explored my muscles, swirling her tongue, tracing them and torturing me with her caresses. She wrapped her hand around my dick, whimpering with pleasure when she realized she needed both of them to go around it fully. She touched and teased, whispering dirty words that cranked me higher, telling me how many times she had fantasized about us, just like this, naked and yearning.
“Reality is so much better.” Her breath washed over my skin as she bent and trailed her tongue across the head of my cock. “I want you so fucking bad, Connor. I can’t take it anymore.”
Then she engulfed me in her mouth.
I shouted, my back arching off the bed as she teased and sucked, nibbled and licked, her hands never in one place for long, her hair brushing my thighs, first on one side, then the other, as her head moved and her ponytail flopped. She did things with her tongue I was certain were illegal in this country—probably every country—but they felt so fucking good, I never wanted her to stop. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, and I pleaded for her to stop.
“I want inside you, Jenny. Now, Wren.”
I felt the hum of her laughter around my cock and the movement of her head as she refused. She cupped my balls, her hands stroking and teasing. She slipped her finger lower, rubbing and sending me over the edge.
I fisted my hands in the sheets, shouting. “Jesus, fuck! I’m gonna…”
Her response was to grab my thighs and suck deeper. Our eyes locked as I came. Hot, hard, and wet down her throat. Long spurts as I groaned and bucked; the ecstasy so great, it was almost painful.
Slow and sated, I sank back into the mattress. She crawled up beside me, lying with her head on my chest. For a minute, there was nothing but the sound of my labored breathing and the feel of her gentle touch as she ran her fingers over my skin.
“Proud of yourself?”
“Pretty much.”
“You should be.” I pulled her up, kissing her hard. I tasted myself, sharp and salty on her tongue. I explored her mouth fully, not stopping until we were breathless.
I grinned, moving fast and flipping her, hovering over her with a wolfish smile. “My turn.”
She was so sweet under my tongue. So receptive. I discovered the soft spot behind her ear that made her whimper. Her nipples peaked and hardened as I flattened my tongue, then nipped and licked at them. She was ticklish on the left side, arching up as I ghosted my fingers along her rib cage. I kissed the inside of her elbows, her wrists, teased her neck and shoulders. I discovered all her dips and curves, first with my fingers, then with my mouth. Sliding down the bed, I started at her feet, kissing the soft skin of her delicate arches, up her ankle, twirling my tongue on the sensitive indent behind her knee. Her head thrashed, her hands fisting the sheets as I slid my tongue up her thighs, taking my time, drawing out the moment until I covered her with my mouth, tasting her for the first time.
She bowed off the bed, calling my name and a litany of religious figures. Her legs encased my head, her hand buried in my hair as she cried out. I lapped and flicked my tongue, stroked and pressed. I slid one finger into her, then another, adding my thumb to the mix as I drove her to release.
Her muscles fluttered, tightening around my fingers as she came, beautiful and free in her orgasm. I shifted, pulling her up my thighs and driving into her before she had come down. I lifted her, wrapping her in my arms as I thrust, groaning at her wetness and