With each shot, Wren's aim improves, even hitting the bullseye once. Fuck, if the sight of her emptying the clip isn't a goddamn turn on. After the final shot, she clicks the safety into place, lowering the gun into its case and leaning back against me.
"Holy shit," she exclaims. "What an adrenaline rush!"
"You did so good," I rasp, snaking my arms around her form.
"Oh yeah?" She wiggles her hips not so subtly against my growing bulge. "Is there a reward?"
Dragging my tongue along her collarbone, I nip at her earlobe and glide my hands under her crop top to undo the front clasp of her bra. Her tits spill into my palms, heavy and warm, nipples pebbling up at my touch. She starts to pant as I roll and tug on the hard buds, moving one hand behind her to dip in the front of my jeans.
The pregnancy has made Wren's breasts overly sensitive and lately, nipple play alone can have her soaking through her panties.
I shudder a breath as her lithe fingers curl around my shaft, stroking it within the confines of my boxer-briefs.
"You like this Passerotta?"
"Mhmm," she hums in response, arching her back and kissing my jaw.
My lips find hers and she moans against my mouth as I pinch her nipples harder.
"Fuck, Bowie… fuck me already!"
"Not before I taste you," I say huskily, hooking my thumbs in her waistband and yanking her leggings and panties down her thighs.
"Bowie! Someone could see!" she gasps.
"Everyone knows better than to look at what's mine," I growl.
A flush creeps across her skin as I spin her around, lifting her to sit on the edge of the bench with her glistening cunt on full display. I knew she'd be drenched. I sink between her legs, hooking her thighs over my shoulders and licking a path from ass to clit.
Wren is the only woman on the planet that has ever brought me to my knees, and I will damn well stay on them if it brings her pleasure.
"Yes!" she shouts, threading a hand into my hair.
Sucking her swollen clit into my mouth, I gently rake my teeth across it before I plunge my tongue into her slick center. Banding an arm around her, I pull her closer, going deeper with my tongue and earning another moan as her thighs clamp shut on my ears. Her hips start to buck as she rides my face, digging her nails into my scalp, smothering me against her slit.
There's worse ways to die. At least I'd go out with my favorite meal on my tongue.
Her thighs start to shake, telling me she's close. I flick my tongue faster, nipping and sucking until she cries out, collapsing back on her elbows as her sweet juices flood my mouth.
I swipe a hand down my face as I straighten and stand, looking down at my entire world laid out before me. Then I pop the button on my jeans, shoving them and my boxer-briefs down my hips to free my aching cock as I step closer. Wren gazes up at me with hooded eyes, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth as I fist my length.
"You still want me to fuck you?"
A sheen of sweat coats her skin as she nods up at me demurely.
In one brutal thrust, I bury myself to the hilt and start to move between her thighs. Her pussy grips me tightly as I draw back slowly and punch inside. She raises her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust like her body’s as desperate for this connection as mine is.
"Such a good girl, Passerotta," I groan as my balls draw up. "Such a good fucking girl."
"Harder!" she moans as her inner walls start to spasm.
Leaning forward, I scoop her up, holding her against me as I rut into her quivering cunt at a relentless pace. My leg shakes as I find my release and Wren convulses beneath me, falling over the edge of another orgasm.
When our frantic heartbeats start to slow, I ease out of her and tuck my softening cock away. I help her down and she wobbles on her feet as she pulls up her leggings.
Heaving a sigh, she runs her hand through her hair as she pins me with a hard look. "We're going home to shower before we go to Zia Lisa’s.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” I chuckle, grabbing the gun case from the table and draping an arm across her shoulders.