There weren’t words to tell Wren what today had meant to me, so I’d show her with my hands, instead.
I started her shower, turning the knob as far right as it would go. By the time Wren rounded the top of the stairs and kicked her panties off the ankles they’d fallen around, steam was already gathering. She walked straight through it, eyes still a little red from her tears but laced with hunger, nonetheless. Her arms wrapped around my neck just as mine found the backs of her thighs and I lifted, turning enough to pin her to the wall opposite the shower.
Her legs wrapped, hooking at the ankles behind me as I grabbed her wrists and lifted them above her head. I pinned them there with one hand, leaning into her to hold her weight, mouth greedy on hers, and my free hand trailed down her arm, her neck, her chilled ribs, grazing just the side of her rounded breast before it dipped between her thighs.
She gasped into my mouth, the sound a direct link to my cock and I hardened against her stomach as I thrusted two fingers inside. She was so tight, opening for me just marginally, and I groaned at the feel of her already pulsing around my fingers.
Touching Wren was like taking ecstasy, every sense enhanced. My skin was almost too sensitive to her touch, my ears too aware of her breaths, my tongue too tender for the taste of her. If she really was a drug, addiction wasn’t just a possibility—it was a certainty.
My mouth moved to her neck next, kissing and sucking in time with my hand. I wanted her to feel how I’d tried to stay away from her and failed. I wanted her to understand. But I couldn’t tell her, so I showed her.
I licked my way down to her nipple, soft pink and pebbled. When I pulled it between my teeth with a gentle bite and sucked hard, she moaned even louder, back arching off the wall and wrists squirming in my grip. I held her tighter, letting her weight rest completely on me—on my hands, my legs, my arms. I wanted to take it all, leave her weightless, let her feel everything I was doing to her.
Slowly, I lowered her legs to the ground, dropping to my knees in front of her and pressing one, feather light kiss on her lower left hip.
“Yes,” she pleaded, hands weaving into my hair. She pulled it gently, guiding me, and I obliged with a smile against her skin as I lifted her leg. She hooked it around my shoulder as my mouth found her clit, tongue swirling with a firm pressure before I sucked it between my teeth. She arched, breaths hard and unsteady, gasps lost in the steam as it covered both of us.
I loved her like this—no makeup, no filter as she cursed, no embarrassment as she pulled my mouth down to her clit even harder.
One hand held her shaking thigh steady over my shoulder while the other slid up beneath my tongue, two fingers pressed inside again, and the combination of my hand and mouth tilted her. Her knee buckled, arms wrapping around my neck as she fell a little. I caught her, pulling her into my arms as I lifted from my knees and kissed her hard, the taste of her still on my tongue.
Sex with Wren was unlike any sex I’d ever had. It wasn’t just about getting off, it was about connecting. Our hands touched and gripped and pulled. Our eyes searched and closed and searched again. Our tongues tasted every inch, like one might be different than the other, like no single part of us should be left untouched. It was the most intense sexual experience of my life, every single time.
We stepped blindly into the shower, lips still locked together, and as soon as the curtain was closed behind us she turned, hands planted on the back wall and back arched, wet hair dripping, body waiting.
She was beautiful, pale and slight, and somewhere in the back of my mind it registered that I had no idea how long I would get to touch her like this. Neither of us asked for tomorrow, or next week, or next year. Neither of us promised them, either. But right now, right here, today and tonight, Wren was mine.
I ran my palm down her spine and she arched deeper with the touch, goosebumps spreading from where my fingers touched her until I hooked them in the dip at her waist and positioned myself behind her. She was soaking, both from me and the shower, and I slid in easily, filling her in one long, deep thrust.
Wren threw her head back, wet hair swinging as I pulled out completely just to flex forward once more. Each time I rocked into her she spread farther, I hit deeper, and we both moaned as ecstasy coated us.
My hands ran the length of her, skin wet and slick as I rounded her ribs and grabbed both of her breasts as I slammed into her again. Her hands flew back, wrapping around my neck, back still arched. My fingers pinched her nipples, rolling them, palms massaging the tender swells as I thrusted deeper. She was pulsing around me, holding her breath, ready for release.
I slid one hand up to wrap gently around her neck and when the other dipped between her legs to circle her clit, I squeezed gently, and a guttural moan broke through her lips as she came. Her walls tightened around me, over and over, her screams mixing with the steam and water. I felt every vibration through the hand wrapped around her throat and she placed her own hand over it, nails digging into me, pleading.
She slowed, and I matched her pace, kissing the back of her neck and unwrapping my hands. They hooked at her waist once more and I entered her carefully, letting her float down from her climax. When she was ready, she pushed back, meeting me thrust for thrust. I was already close, and when she moaned my name I nearly came but she stopped.
I ached at the loss of her, a groan straining my throat as she turned and wrapped her arms around my neck. She kissed me hard, tongue desperate, and then she lowered slowly, hands and lips devouring every inch of me on her way down to her knees.
Just the sight of her there, bent and small beneath me, eyes cast up—it was enough to undo me. It was enough to make me want to drop to my knees, too, and pull her into me. I felt an insatiable yearning for her, a desperation that both excited and terrified me. But when her small hands wrapped around me and she bent, tongue touching just the tip of me before she pulled me inside her mouth all at once, every thought vanished.
I closed my eyes on a moan, hands bracing on the wall behind her so they wouldn’t reach into her hair. I wanted to let her have the control, because I knew I would have absolutely zero. The water still ran hot down my back and I creaked my eyes open, watching as the steam danced around where Wren knelt in front of me.
Her mouth worked in time with her hands, fingers gripping at my base where her lips didn’t meet. She hummed and the vibration soared through me, pushing me closer to the edge.