Page 81 of You Had Me At Thirteen

‘I want you to fuck me,’ I say between moans.

Wren pulls back, his mouth glistening with my arousal. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Positive.’ I have his shirt on the ground in a matter of seconds, pulling him to stand in front of me, giving me access to the hard muscles of his chest, his stomach, and lower until I grip his cock beneath his shorts.

He hisses. ‘Fuck.’

I move my hand up and down over the silky skin as his grip on my hips tightens. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom and I can’t help my laugh, which makes Wren step back.

‘What’s so funny?’

I point to the condom in his hand. ‘Did you plan on this happening when you came over?’

‘What?’ He looks down at his hand. ‘No… maybe.’ A sly smile spreads over his face before he grabs me and throws me onto the bed. He shoves out of his shorts, stepping out of them as he rolls the condom onto his large penis.

I had it in my hand just now, but this is the first time seeing it up close, and to say I’m excited and scared shitless is an understatement.

‘We don’t have to…’ He pauses, his hand still on his dick as he searches my face.

‘It’s not that, I just… it’s bigger than I expected.’

This makes him laugh now. An actual, Wren Stevenson laugh that can make me fall even harder than I already am. He caresses my cheek. ‘We’ll take it slow, okay? And if you want to stop, just tell me.’

I nod, totally sure of my decision.

Wren gives me a soft smile, and leans down for a kiss before climbing onto the bed next to me and settling against the headboard. ‘Come here,’ he says, reaching for me. ‘Kiss me.’

I crawl up his body, my hard nipples almost painful as they brush over his stomach and chest. When I hover just above his hips, Wren positions himself between my legs, then pushes me down, letting me adjust before lowering me further.

‘Shit… Wren.’ I’m so full, my pussy aching to the point I have to stop him from moving.

Sex has never felt this good, or this painful, before, the fine line between pleasure and pain exploding inside me.

Wren closes his eyes as he sucks in a breath, stilling me by grabbing my hips. ‘I’m not sure I’m going to last too long when you feel this good.’ He breathes in and out a few more times before he opens his eyes again. ‘Okay, I’m good.’

With that, I sink further down onto him, my inner thighs pressed against Wren’s hips as I roll my own, slowly at first, allowing him to stretch me fully. His bottom lip is hidden behind his top teeth as he bites down hard.

A slight sting in my vagina has me pausing for a second, but when Wren brushes a thumb over my clit, I forget all about it, and grab his free hand to place it on my full breasts, needing him to extinguish the ache there too. With my fingernails digging into his chest, I ride him, my skin growing hot as my need for him overtakes me.

With each thrust, we stare at each other, Wren’s eyes staying glued on mine. He’s giving me more of him with just one look than he has with any words so far.

His hand still on my right breast, he pinches my nipple between his fingers, the pleasure shooting straight to my core. With a roll of my hips, I alternate between that and grinding myself against his pubic bone.

‘Fucking hell,’ Wren says through gritted teeth. ‘What are you doing to me?’ He throws his head back, smacking it against the headboard as his eyes roll back in his head.

I bring my hand up to Wren’s face, brushing my fingertips over his full lips, allowing him to kiss each one. We’re lost in each other, my movements growing sloppy, our bodies covered in sweat, our moans filling the air.

When my orgasm builds inside me, I tense, sending Wren’s eyes flying open before he wraps a hand around my throat, and meets my hips thrust for thrust, our skin slapping together each time I come down hard. I’m a mess, my hair sticking to my forehead and back as I moan out everything I’m feeling.

‘God, Wren… you feel so good inside me.’

He grunts, digging his fingers into my windpipe a little harder, and that’s all it takes to send me closer to the edge. My arousal soaks our bodies where they come together, allowing Wren to slide in and out with ease. We’re the perfect fit. The way my breasts fit in his large hands, his dick inside me, our bodies pressed together as we share each breath. I’m outside of myself and a deep hunger overtakes me, making me grind myself harder against Wren to build more friction.

‘That’s it. Come for me, Matilda. Let me hear what I do to you,’ Wren says against my throat, sending my body up in flames.

I’m shattered. My body flooding with dancing electricity, my inner walls clenching around his length. As I come down, I collapse on top of him, our chests moving in sync as he strokes my back. When I’ve caught my breath, I push against him to sit up, our eyes meeting for the first time since our release. His are full of something I’ve never seen in them before.

Lust.

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