Page 14 of Perfect Convergence

“Wren. It’d be my pleasure.” As I say it, I trace my fingers down her arm, watching as her eyes flutter closed for a moment. Her legs open a few inches, and I’m not quite sure she did it consciously. “Did I not make it clear this weekend how much I love the way you taste?”

That seems to get her to relax some, because she laughs. “Trust me, it was very clear. But I don’t want you to feel like you have to. You know, if periods gross you out.”

“Not at all.” And I can think of someone who’d very much enjoy getting your blood all over himself.

Some of the tension leaves Wren’s shoulders as she takes a deep breath. “Okay. Then... then yes.” She leans forward, her arms sliding around my neck, and kisses me.

I groan at the feeling of her lips on mine. Her movements become more desperate, her fingers curling into my hair.

She still wants you.

Fuck, what a relief.

She breathes in a tiny gasp when I push her shorts aside, tracing a finger up her panties. I do it again, and her legs part even more.

“Do you want me to take them off?” I ask, kissing up her thigh until my lips meet the edge of her underwear.

She nods, and then she’s tugging them down her legs and tossing them to the floor. I groan at the sight of her, spreading her legs and tugging her to the edge of the couch cushion. Then I frown.

“No tampon? And no blood?”

“Menstrual cup.” Her voice is breathy and light. “More convenient. And cheaper.”

“Ah.” I part her lips with my tongue, smiling to myself at the way she whimpers. Gently, I work her clit, not sure if she’s sore there.

Slumping into the cushions, she swears under her breath. Then she’s tugging on her hair again, moaning as I swirl my tongue.

Fuck, she’s perfect like this.

“You’re irresistible,” I mutter into her skin, watching her eyes roll into the back of her head in response.

I wish I had something to tie her hands up with, since she doesn’t seem to know what to do with them. But, of course, there are other ways to keep them occupied.

After a long, slow lick, I pull away. She whines in protest, her eyes popping open and meeting mine.

“Play with your nipples through your shirt. And don’t stop until I say you can.”

“As long as you don’t stop, either. Please.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You think you’re in a position to make negotiations?”

With a grin, she says, “Since you’ve made it crystal clear you want this, yes.” Her fingers brush over her pebbled nipples once, twice, three times.

What can I say? She’s right. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

When I dive back in, I suck her clit into my mouth. She moans, her back arching off the couch as she continues to touch her nipples.

“Oh my god, Elliot. Please—just like that. Just like that.”

I keep going, snaking an arm under her leg to hold her better. When I add my tongue, it takes a few minutes, and then she starts trembling.

That’s it, love. Come for me. Be a good girl and let go.

I’d say it out loud, but the desperate sounds coming out of her mouth are too addictive for me to stop. Instead, I trace a finger around her entrance gently, not pushing inside, just teasing.

“Oh my god. Ohmygod, Elliot.” She squirms against me, but I just hold her tighter. Then she claps a hand over her mouth as she cries out.

For another second, I don’t change a thing. But when she tries to wiggle away, her body thrashing, I let up, giving her gentle licks as she rides out her climax and then comes back down to earth.

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