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The air was charged with sexual tension, our anxiety building with each passing second. Her chest was rising and falling as she stared deeply into my eyes, desire flickering in their depths.

Gently, I brushed my erection against her before reclaiming her lips.

Chapter 16 – Wren

I melted at the feeling of his lips against mine, his tongue gradually slipping into my mouth. My body trembled as his hands caressed my scalp, easing my stress.

My heart was racing, pounding from all that anxiety coursing through my blood. I couldn't resist him even if I wanted to—and Ididn'twant to. I felt his erection brushing against my lap; he was hard as a rock, and my mind reeled with excitement.

I gave in to his kiss, adrenaline pumping through my blood, my heart rate increasing by the minute. Our tongues danced in our mouths, both our heads moving in sync, tilting sideways in the direction of this overwhelming passion.

His hands left my hair and glided over to the gentle swell of my breasts. I gasped into his mouth when he fondled them with a tender squeeze that sent shivers down my spine. His palm slipped under my top for a better feel of my boobs.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pushing closer so I could feel his erection, my tongue twirling in his mouth. I felt his hands tug down the fabric of my bra, his fingers deliciously pinching my nipples.

I broke free from his enchanted lips, my soft moans escaping into the air.

He kissed my cheeks—one at a time—his hands still working their magic on my beasts. Swooning in ecstasy, my head fell backward as he kissed the nape of my neck, pressing his moist lips against my skin.

His tender touch had ignited the fire in me, and now this sensual flame was threatening to consume me. My body was tensing, quivering at the way he took his time to massage my breasts so delicately.

My hand dared to slide down his pants, tracing his length.

Fuck. He was so hard.

He left my breasts for a minute, his hands caressing my hips, massaging my ass. He caught my eyes, holding my gaze with a grin playing on his lips.

I shuddered when he gently unbuttoned my pair of jeans, his gaze never leaving mine. With a slow, passionate move, he pulled down my zipper, his eyes dropping as if to catch a glimpse of my underpants. The smile spreading across his face hinted at his satisfaction at the sight of my red panties peeking out from underneath my jeans.

He leaned forward and locked lips with me for a fleeting moment before wrapping his arms around my waist. A second later, he pulled me to himself and switched to kissing my neck again.

As his lips grazed my skin, my head tilted toward the ceiling, and my body arched, hips swaying reflexively. His touch sent warmth spreading through my veins, pulling a soft moan from my lips.

His scent—cologne mixed with a subtle hint of sweat—enveloped me, invading my senses and filling my heart with desire.

I'd been craving him all day, anticipating his return and thinking of him being inside me. I moaned in his ear when his hands caressed my waist, and my moans grew even louder when he slipped a hand down underneath my jeans.

Tremors vibrated through my core as he brushed his fingers over the surface of my underpants. A spark of electricity surged through my blood, causing my body to tremble. My legs parted for better access, hands flying into my hair as I shut my eyes, reveling in his touch.

His fingers found their way under my panties, and as they settled on my wetness, I unleashed a throaty moan. He pulledme closer with the hand around my waist while gliding his finger up and down my entrance with the other.

“Fuck,” I whispered, feeling all my anxiety and stress dissipating seamlessly.

His thumb caressed my swollen clit. “You like?” He squinted, watching me writhe at his touch.

I bit my lower lip and nodded, too excited to speak.

“Say it.” He quickened his moves on my clit.

I moaned, trembling with pleasure as my lungs burned and my breath caught in my throat. The ecstatic shock traveling through my body has stolen my ability to speak.

“I wanna hear you say it,” he repeated, sticking a second finger into my wet cunt.

My legs quivered beneath me, suddenly too weak to carry my weight. I tried to respond to him but couldn't find the words because my thoughts were everywhere and nowhere at the same time. It was as though my brain had shut down, unable to think.

He pushed me to the wall, my back resting against it for support as he stared into my face, his fingers thrusting rapidly into my pussy. “Tell me,” he whispered, his husky voice dripping with desire.

The longer I took to respond, the faster he fingered my mound, and he seemed to enjoy watching me shudder.

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