Page 56 of Shadows in Bloom

Her hand slid down my back to my ass, cupping it through the fabric of my jeans, and she squeezed softly. I could feel her hands shaking, and I lifted my head to meet her glassy gaze.

“Hey. Are you okay? Is this okay? We don’t have to...”

Shaking her head violently, she placed her finger to my lips. “It’s not that. I just...I don’t have much experience.” Exhaling a deep, shuddering breath, her gaze dropped to the floor. “Not much good experience. No. I’m sorry. I refuse to count that. It doesn’t count, not one bit. I don’t have much experience at all, and I think I need…maybe I…” Her words faded away, accompanied by a helpless shrug.

Wren. My heart twisted, and I wanted to hurt anyone who had dared to lay a finger on this beautiful girl, who had such a soft heart, even after everything she’d been through.

“How about we concentrate on making you feel good, hmm? No pressure.” I cupped her jaw. “And if you aren’t feeling comfortable or you want to stop, all you need to do is tell me and we can stop straight away. No questions asked. I promise you, I’m happy just being here with you. No matter what we do or don’t do, okay? Your happiness is the only thing that matters to me.”

Her eyes filled with tears that she blinked away. “You’re amazing,” she whispered, brushing a kiss over my lips. “I can’t believe you...you want this.”

“How could I not want this? Want you?” Pressing one last kiss to her mouth, I turned her around in my arms. “Let me make you feel good. Hold on to the railing.”

She did as I asked, curving her hands around the iron. I pressed up against her back, sweeping her hair away from her neck so I had access to her skin. It was too cold out here to remove our clothes, as much as I wanted to see her naked, and I had a feeling that keeping our clothes on would help her stay more comfortable, anyway.

Kissing down the side of her throat again, I slipped one of my hands under her hoodie and cami top, my fingers coming into contact with the soft, warm skin of her stomach. She whimpered, her head falling back to my shoulder, and I continued to kiss her as I stroked up her torso, stopping just beneath the swell of her breasts.

“Okay?”

“Mmm. More,” she said, her voice breathy. She pushed back against me, her ass rubbing against me. I spread my legs a little, teasing myself with the barest amount of friction, but my own pleasure was at the back of my mind. I needed Wren to feel good. To feel her fall apart around me.

“More, hmmm?” I trailed my nose up the side of her throat as I stroked my thumb over the underside of her breast. She hadn’t bothered with a bra—her pretty little tits didn’t need one for the most part, and I’d never been gladder of that fact as I was right then.

“Amélie.”

The way she breathed my name was so sexy. I could feel my wetness soaking through my underwear, this girl turning me on beyond reason, but I somehow held onto my composure. I slipped my other hand under her clothes, stroking up her body, and then I cupped her breasts in my palms.

She moaned, arching up into my touch.

“You like that?”

“More.”

I gave her more, sweeping my hands over her soft flesh, feeling her nipples pebbling beneath my touch. I circled her nipples with my fingers, gently teasing at them until they were hardened points, and she was gasping at the sensations. When she was writhing against me, I trailed my fingers higher, dancing across her collarbone as my mouth went to her ear, nipping at the shell.

“Do you want more?” My voice came out breathless.

In response, she moaned, lifting one arm from the railing to curve around my neck, stroking through my hair. Smiling against her skin, I lowered my hands to the waistband of her leggings. She moaned again, pressing into me, and I took that as my cue, sliding one of my hands down inside her leggings, over the top of her underwear. I stopped just above her clit, pressing down lightly, moaning as she arched against me, her grip tightening in my hair. Her legs widened, andI slid my hand lower, skimming over her clit, and then dipping down between her legs. I bit down on my lip, stifling my own moan. Fuck, it was instantly clear that she was soaked, so wet and ready for me.

I traced my fingers over her pussy in a light, teasing touch. My movements were a little restricted because of her leggings, but she didn’t seem to care, breathy moans and pants falling from her lips as she angled her hips upwards into my touch. Rather than tease her further, I dipped my hand inside her underwear, easing beneath the dampened fabric to touch her deliciously wet pussy. We both moaned as I eased a finger inside her, everything so soft and tight and hot.

“More,” she rasped, and I slid another finger in alongside the first, pressing the heel of my hand down for extra friction against her clit as I slowly moved my fingers in and out of her. Fuck, I wanted to get my mouth on her, but now wasn’t the time. My free hand went back to her breasts, cupping and stroking and teasing as I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her. Her moans turned into gasps, her entire body tensing, and then she shattered, shuddering against me, her pussy clamping down on my fingers as her orgasm overtook her. When she came down, her hand falling from my hair and her body going lax against mine, I curved my arm around her waist to support her, easing my hand out of her underwear.

“So gorgeous,” I murmured, lifting my fingers to my lips, tasting her for the first time. Her head rolled to the side, her pupils blown as she stared at me, her gaze tracking my fingers as I slid my tongue over them.

“I want you to feel good.” She moved into an upright position with an effort, steadying herself against the railing.

There was still a hesitance in her voice, and I made a decision.

“I’ve got an idea. Come inside.”

We made our way back into the tiny flat. As we walked, I lifted my hoodie over my head, dropping it to the floor. Next to go was my cami top. Finally, I peeled down my leggings, kicking them off along with my shoes as I came to a stop at the edge of the bed.Throwing my socks to the floor, I straightened up, clad in just my underwear—a pale blue satin bra and matching thong.

I turned to face Wren, watching as her darkened, lustful gaze raked over me.

Beautiful, she mouthed. As she continued to watch me, I fell back onto the bed, backing up until I was reclined against the pillows, leaving her standing at the edge of the bed.

My entire body was oversensitive, on edge from Wren’s proximity, from the feel of her falling apart against me, from just looking at her beauty. It wouldn’t take much for me to come, but one thing I was good at after years in the cirque was putting on a show.

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