Maybe I’m enjoying this romantic comedy—not thoroughly, but somewhat—because I’m in the dark, not listening to lawyers speak, and Wren is sitting next to me. Her knee keeps gently bumping into my leg. Her soft giggles make me smile. I think we’re both a little tipsy from the alcohol that somebody brought in.
I can’t imagine who that was.
We’re sitting in the back of the room, where no one can see us. Wren uses our position to her advantage. She slips her hand under my arm and cuddles against me.
When she leans her sweet smelling head against my shoulder, my lungs fill with her scent.
She sighs softly and pivots her body toward me.
I’m enjoying myself more than I ever remember enjoying myself while watching a movie. It occurs to me that I want this. Every day. Out in the open. Not hiding in the dark.
I want to hold this woman in my arms every night and wake her every morning with sweet kisses.
I don’t want to spend my time with anyone else, and if that’s selfish of me, then so be it.
The whisper in my ear catches me off guard. “Meet me in the room in five minutes.”
“But I’m enjoying the movie,” I say, even though her whispers awaken the need in my body.
“Sam.”
“What? I am!”
“I’ll be naked.”
“See you in five minutes.”
Back in the room, my lovely Wren greets me perched on the bed, sitting cross-legged with the sheets draped over her middle. The top edge of the sheet just barely covers her nipples. Her hair is down around her shoulders, gleaming in the soft light of the lamps. She looks like an absolute angel.
The pulsing muscle inside my jeans would have me instantly lunging for her if I wasn’t the man I was. But I just need to commit to memory the sight of her like this. I stand there in the doorway between our adjoining rooms and take it all in, like she’s a fine work of art. She really is.
“I’m ready,” she murmurs.
When I step inside her room and unbutton my shirt, peeling it off slowly along with my undershirt, I catch Wren licking her lips. Seeing her enjoy the view of me shedding my clothes is enough to make me feel ten feet tall.
I still have to ask: “Are you sure? Are you sure you want me? There’s no turning back after this. I don’t do casual sex.”
She smiles. “Sam. There was no turning back the first time you stood up for me. You touched my heart in a way nobody else ever has. I’m already yours. You’re stuck with me for good, whether or not we make love tonight, or any other night. You’ll never be rid of me, Sam Ev—”
Without another thought, I cross the room, and press our lips together before Wren can finish that sentence.
That’s all I needed to hear.
Her hands scramble to unbuckle my belt, and I’m kicking off my Wranglers in a hurry. She wants me. She says I’m stuck with her. I disagree. “Stuck” is the wrong word for what this is. “Stuck” implies we’re left with no choices, like a couple that doesn't love each other anymore but can’t leave either, and has learned over time to resent each other. This is different.
This will be different from that. I can already feel it.
I feel it in the way our bodies connect. It makes no sense on a superficial level. But this connection is bigger than the both of us, and we can’t deny it.
I love this woman. With my whole heart.
Wren is folded into my arms, her small frame wrapped around me as we kiss.
“I love kissing you, Sam.”
“Then why’re you talking instead of kissing?”
She laughs her full-throated laugh, working her magic on me.
The soft skin of her ass under my rough hands. Her warm little body pressed tight to my hard muscles, making me feel 20, 30 years younger. The way her eyes force me to stare back. This woman has me under her spell and I don’t ever want to resist it again.
I put just barely enough space between us to slip off my boxer briefs; my aching shaft springs free with a thwap against my skin. It’s as if my dick can feel her wide eyes on it, can sense her parted lips while she stares. The throbbing, the ache intensifies. “Last chance, baby. You want out?”
Wren shakes her head no.
Contraception sorted, I lay her back against the mattress and settle myself between her legs, looking down at her soft, hazy expression. She’s locking her legs around me, pulling me closer.
My cock rests against her pelvis and she rocks into me; the friction of our bodies mashing together is intoxicating. It’s better than whiskey, and I want to absorb every drop. Savor her slowly, and taste all of her flavors. Get her ready and get my fill.
I pull back. She pouts.
“Just let me look at my sweetheart. Let me look at you and touch you.”
At my words, her face reveals a wistful smile that squeezes my heart.
I run my hands over her pretty face, trace my fingers over her full, sensuous lips. She kisses the tip of one and nips at it playfully while her hands explore my chest, my stomach, and eventually one hand wraps around my cock.
I suck in a breath and let out a grunt. Her gentle squeeze fires off sparks throughout my body. “Wren. Baby.”
I’m nearly nonverbal. I kiss her mouth hard, passionately. She takes it all in and gives it back as our tongues tease and intertwine, ramping up our shared heat.
My hands gently take her hand off my cock and I pin her arms above her head.
“Be a good girl and let me touch you. Let me get you ready for me, Wren.”
Her shocked face melts into a heated gaze of lust and pleasure.
“Can I trust you to keep your hands to yourself while I touch you?”
She bites her lip and shakes her head slightly. I laugh and kiss her forehead, her nose, her cheeks. “Is it OK for me to pin you like this while I touch your body?”
A rosy color fills her cheeks, and she nods her head. “Yes, Sam. I’d love that, actually. I just hope you’re strong enough to hold me down.”
“You’re a daggum saucy thing.”
She laughs again. “You’re gonna have to get dirtier than that if you want my pussy ready for you.”
The dark, horny beast inside me, all of its dirty thoughts about this woman over the past several days has finally been let out to play. It’s go time. “Oh really?” While my one hand still pins her wrists above her head, my other hand trails softly, slowly down her neck, and over her chest, stopping to caress each of her plump little breasts. Wren moans and closes her eyes when I tease her nipples with my fingers, drawing them out into hard little pebbles.
Watching her body respond to my touch only makes me harder, more ready, almost to the point of frustration. But I’m a big guy. She needs to understand.
My hand reaches lower and sweeps over the insides of her soft thighs. My hands enjoy the feel of her strong muscles, her calves, her adorable feet.
“I feel like a spoiled pet.”
“There’s plenty more where that came from. I’m going to take you home and spoil you rotten. And when I get you pregnant, your little feet are never gonna touch the floor. That’s how good I’m gonna take care of my wife.”
My hand travels back up to her pussy, my fingers sliding between her warm, wet folds. Her small soft moans drive me crazy, but I mentally pull back on the reins. It’s not time to slide inside yet, even as desperate as I am. I stroke her slowly, covering my hand in her juices, teasing her clit, and rubbing the muscles that are about to own me completely.