Page 18 of Nothing Less Than Everything

“So… So good.” She barely choked the words out. Her back arched as she rolled her hips around my single knuckle. I wasn’t even inside her, and she was cresting the wave of euphoria that was on the precipice of crashing.

I wanted her tits. Wanted to see what those soft swells looked like. Wanted to tease her nipples and make her squeal.

That damn dress was modest, and it was a fucking turn-on. Possibilities of what lay beneath raced through my mind.

“Unzip your dress.”

“Tatum—”

“Trust me?” I asked. It was as much a demand as a question. I coaxed her with a few flicks of her clit.

An animalistic moan reverberated from her chest.

“Unzip it. Don’t take it all the way off. Just let me see a little more, beautiful.”

A flash of blue hit me as her eyes opened and locked on mine. A myriad of emotions bloomed in her irises. Wren’s small hands left my shoulders and reached around, feeling for the zipper that was hidden along her spine. I continued to tease her warm pussy, dipping my finger in just enough to let her know where I intended to conquer next.

“There you go,” I soothed as the fabric began to loosen. I rewarded her with my finger plunging deep inside of her and stroking her walls. Her eyes turned glassy with need. With my other hand, I grabbed the neckline of her dress and pulled it down, freeing her arms. Lace-covered tits came into view. “You are perfection,” I said on a deep exhale. My dick was straining against the tight white jeans I would burn after tonight. It fucking hurt.

A red blush bloomed across the apples of her cheeks, and she looked away from my discerning gaze.

Instead of barking at her, I slid another finger into her tight channel, crooking them and stroking, feeling her G-spot with each motion. “Take your bra off.”

Her face was ablaze, but the flutters of her pussy told a different story. She wasn’t embarrassed. She was… She was scared.

I didn’t want to hear about another man when I was inside a woman, but I had to ask. “That breakup you mentioned… Is this your first time since then?”

She nodded and, in a whisper, said, “Yeah.”

“Don’t think about him. Think about how good it’ll feel when you’re riding my cock.”

Her breath caught in her throat, and her eyes slowly lowered. Her hips began to rock again.

“There you go, Little Bird. That’s right.” I added a third finger and spread them inside of her, stretching and testing her. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

She nodded listlessly as if she had been hypnotized.

“Show me, Wren. Take your bra off. Let me make those pretty breasts feel good.”

Wren moved automatically that time, reaching between her perky tits and unclasping the latch in the valley of her breasts. Creamy skin came into view as the lace cups fell away, and I groaned in anticipation. She let her bra hang from her shoulders, the cups dangling against her ribs. Wren cradled her palms over her breasts, hiding them from me.

“Are you cold?”

She shook her head.

“Nervous?” I guessed, rolling my thumb over her clit.

“I—I don’t do stuff like this…”

“Hookup with someone you just met?”

She dropped her shoulder in a minuscule shrug. “Sometimes… Not lately. I just… We’re outside.”

A lazy smile drew up on my mouth. I had a gorgeous woman half-dressed, straddling my lap, and she was fucking gutting me with her whispers about being nervous. If this was all an act, she deserved an Oscar. “Put your hands on my shoulders. No one will see.”

Wren lifted her hands, then hesitated.

I wasn’t going to force her into it, but I could give her a little motivation. “That’s fine, gorgeous. Touch your tits and let me watch.”

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