Page 81 of Rebel Hawke

She jerks at the contact, and her eyes slam shut as her body arches. Writhing back and forth, adjusting her position, Wren angles her wrist to get the toy in exactly the right spot.

“That’s it, Little Bird. Right there. Tell me how it feels.”

“I can’t. I can’t—”

“Yes, you can. Tell me what you’re thinking about while you’re doing that.”

She sucks in a sharp breath. “You.”

The satisfaction of hearing that single word shouldn’t be so complete and life-affirming, but it fills my chest and makes my balls draw up so tight that I know it’s going to be a matter of seconds before I blow my load.

“Me doing what?”

A strangled groan falls from her mouth, and she shifts again, changing the angle.

Her panting picks up. Sharp, quick intakes of breath from a heaving chest. For a split second, I pause.

Maybe I shouldn’t have done this. Maybe it’s too much for her lungs and she’ll get overworked…

No, she would stop if she needed to.

She knows her body better than I do. What she’s capable of taking—

“Your head between my legs, your tongue on me…”

“Fuck. Yes, Wren. That’s exactly what I want to do right now.”

Her hips bow up.

“I want to shove my tongue into your cunt and make you come down my throat, and then, when I’m done, put my cock right there where my tongue was.”

She arches and comes on a cry that fills the room over the sound of the vibrator. And watching the pure bliss float across her face, her entire body convulse and come up off the mattress, is all it takes for my orgasm to rip from me.

“Fuck!”

Hot spurts of cum shoot out of the head of my cock and all over my hand. I force my eyes to stay open so I can keep watching her as the pleasure courses through me.

That same bliss I always feel when I’m with her.

When I think about her.

Even when I hear her name.

She starts to come down at almost the same time I do, sagging against the mattress as I do back into the chair. Panting with her eyes closed, she drops the vibrator still going onto the mattress beside her, legs splayed wide open for me.

And her glistening pussy is just way too tempting to leave like that.

I climb from the chair and take the two steps to the edge of the bed, then climb up on it, using my clean hand to shove my pants down far enough to allow me to move better. “Wren, baby, that was fucking hot.”

Her eyes just flutter open to meet mine, and the corner of her lips tilts up. “Was it?”

I nod and hold up the evidence on my hand before I dip my head and drag my tongue through her release. She arches into me, groaning and burying her fingers in my hair, dragging her nails along my scalp as I set to work working her over, trying to lap up every last drop. Needing it as much as I do the oxygen in the air. And when I flick my tongue up over her engorged clit, she flinches and tightens her grip on my hair.

“Fuck. Too much.”

“It’s not too much, Little Bird. You can come again for me.”

She shakes her head, and I strike over it again as she trembles, her legs tightening around my neck.

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