Callum
Wren’s cheeks were cold in my hands,her lips trembling. She was afraid, worked up, in shock. I should have let her breathe. Talked to her. Taken care of her feelings. But I was hanging by a thread over shark-infested waters, and she was dry, safe land.
My words became lost in the seconds before I saw my little bird being touched without her consent. I was adrenaline and action now.
My tongue lashed hers, punishing her for going out without me to protect her. For making me crazy. For being so fucking adorable and beautiful and everything I wanted.
My mouth drove into hers, too hard, but I couldn't pull back. Her teeth pressed into my lip, and I felt, more than heard, her whimper. My ears were muffled with the sound of my thrashing heart.
Her small hands dove under my shirt. The shock of cold skin on mine sent a jolt to my abs. Her palms flattened, moving upward, leaving paths of ice.
“Wren.”
“Callum.” She pushed up on her toes and chased my mouth, sipping from my bottom lip like a little hummingbird. “Callum.”
God, I had to have her. It was an outright desperation I’d never experienced. A visceral need to consume her body, claim it, plant myself deep inside until we were all mixed up in each other. Until there was no Wren, no Callum, onlyus.
“I need you to be mine.” I slid my hands from her cheeks to her hair, twisting it around my fist. “Show me you’re mine.”
This woman consumed my thoughts. Every ounce of pleasure I jerked from my body was because of her. It had been that way for years. Longer than I’d ever tell her.
We made it to my bedroom, barely breaking apart to find our way there. I flipped the lights mounted on either side of my bed on, casting a flickering, yellow glow throughout the room.
Wren fell back on the bed, her dress riding up her thighs. I dropped to my knees and ran my nose along her leg, from her knee to the crease of her thigh. I kissed the crease and tongued the edge of her black underwear. Her fingers grazed my hair and forehead, tentative and shaking. I grabbed both her hands and pressed them to my head, giving her permission to take and take, because I fully fucking intended to.
I nuzzled the wet spot on her underwear, inhaling her scent until it was a core memory that would be locked with me until my deathbed. I wanted to rip her panties off, tongue fuck her, consume her juices like dessert, then go back for more and more and more. But some restraint still lingered in the back of my mind, holding me back from devouring this girl so I didn’t scare the ever-loving shit out of her with my intensity. God, I probably was already, but it was too late. I was too far gone over the edge for her.
Looping my finger in the soaked crotch of her panties, I yanked hard. She yelped in surprise and lifted her hips to allow me to slide them the rest of the way down her legs. Her dripping, pink pussy was topped by pale red curls. Glorious, puffy thing, slick with her need for me. My sweet, beautiful girl couldn’t hide that desire from my prying, greedy eyes.
Her hips lifted again, searching for me, and I dove forward, letting her find me. I licked and sucked, tasting her everywhere. My palms pressed her inner thighs open wider to give me more space to work—to bury my entire face in her pussy until I was coated with her.
My sweet little bird was rocking into my mouth, writhing on my tongue. Her moans were unrestrained, as wild and high as I felt. This was the first time I wanted to do this more than I wanted to breathe. Eating Wren was necessary for life. She was in trouble, because now that I knew, now that I under-fucking-stood how good this could be, she was now one of the fundamentals I needed to get through my day. I was gonna need this pussy on my tongue seven days a week, and she was going to have to allow that to happen.
Her cries got sharper, hips thrusting toward me. She had to be close, so close. I didn’t have it in me to tease her. Her climax was as vital to me as it had to be to her. My lips wrapped around her swollen clit, sucking gently, then a little harder. She squealed and bucked, pushing my face even deeper.
Wren moaned my name as she shattered. I lifted my eyes to watch her fall apart. Her kiss-swollen lips parted, hair splayed around her head like sunrays, cheeks flushed deep pink, she staggered me.
“Oh,” she sighed. “That was, that was…”
I tossed my shirt aside and climbed over her, using my grip on her hips to rotate her so I could fit between her legs. She reached for my face, tracing my coated lips with her fingertips. I dipped down, kissing her mouth, then her neck, her cleavage, sucking the curve of her breast. I tugged on her dress, grateful the material had stretch to it. Otherwise, I would’ve ripped it to get to more of her. The cup of her bra went with the dress, exposing her tit. Tight, pale brown nipples drew me in to suck, lick, lave. There was no universe where I would ever get tired of having any part of this woman in my mouth.
My cocked prodded her soft little belly, desperate to sink into her. I’d been patient for a long, long time, but that was through. This little bird was mine in every way—and every part of her needed to understand that.
Pushing back on my knees, I shoved my jeans down, freeing my cock. Wren gave me her owl eyes, darting from my face to where I stroked my throbbing length in my fist. Her tongue slid along her lip, leaving a shining trail.
Falling over her, the head of my cock slid between her folds. She sucked in a breath, squirming and clenching her thighs around my hips.
“It’s been a long, long time,” she whispered. “Go slow.”
My tip prodded her entrance and a shot of heat blasted through the base of my spine. I was in trouble. “I don’t know if I can tonight, Little Bird. It’s been forever for me.”
She nodded with parted lips and wide eyes, tilting her hips to me, accepting what I had to give. I pushed forward once, then another time, sliding all the way home. And just like that, my brain went haywire. She was so hot. So tight. Clenching around me. Fitting me perfectly. The fantasy of what this would be like paled the face of reality. This was Wren, not some faceless woman who made my skin crawl. Wren’s touch brought me light.
I backed up and drove in again, watching her expression, the bounce of her tits, bending my head so I could see our physical connection. My cock was shiny with her cream. Sinking inside her again and again was like walking through a fire after being frozen and only experiencing the heat. No pain, only relief after a thousand icy winters.
“Look at that, Wren. Watch me fuck you.” I slid my hand behind her head and lifted so she could see between our bodies and watch me drive into her. “Does that feel good? Do you like it?”
She mewled, clutching at my arms and shoulders. “You’re so big. I just...oooh.” Her neck arched. Her eyes rolled back. I must have hit something good. The right spot. I kept at it, plunging in and out, keeping Wren trapped in bliss.