Immediately I got into Wren's office, he pushed me up against the wall, hands going down my thighs, lifting me up as he kissed me urgently. Like he missed me. Like he could not wait any longer. I pushed my hands into his hair as I kissed back just as urgently.
We move away from the door. Wren carried me all the way to the oak table, placing me on it and blindly pushing away the stuff on it until I was lying down on the table. He trails kisses down my neck, nipping, biting, sucking and leaving his marks in place. His fingers moved underneath my shirt, stretching and lifting it until it was over my head and thrown over my shoulder.
"I missed you." Wren said. Without my hearing aids, I could only read his lips.
My Wren had to travel away for business for three days and he was meant to come straight home but there had been a work emergency so he had to come straight to his office but he did send a private car to pick me up from home and bring me to him.
Three whole days and it felt like years.
Let's never do that again.
I watched, teeth digging into my bottom lip as Wren pulled off his sweatshirt. Mouth watering at the smooth expanse of skin that was exposed. Ugh, he got a little tan. His skin tinted by the glow of the sun, his abs on display. When he slips his fingers into pants that I found myself pushing up to my feet. I turned him towards the table, sliding onto my knees as I unbuttoned his pants, unzipping his pants and then pulling it down. He was wearing dark gray Calvin Klein that fit snugly against him. And he was hard.
I looked up at him as I scratched my nails up his thighs. His eyes were dark, his lips swollen from the intense biting kiss we had. He slid his hand into my hair and gripped tightly. I nosed at the curve of his cock over the fabric of his boxers before I pulled it down. He smelled so good and I couldn't wait to get him in my mouth. He tasted so good.
My Wren was gorgeous. His cock was the perfect size, and it was also curved. He had very sparse hair down there and always kept it trimmed. I really appreciated that. He smelled good and clean. I just wanted to taste him.
I watched as he lifted his fingers and signed. "Go ahead, sweetheart."
I took his cock in my hand, bending my head just a little so I could slowly lick up the underside of his cock, once, twice, before trailing my tongue on the edge of the head of cock, teasing at his slit, tasting the pre-come before I sucked down, taking his entire length into my mouth.
I could feel him tense a little and then relax, the grip in my hair tightened and I just sucked his cock like it was the one thing I really wanted to do all my life. He tasted so good and I wanted to keep going. I was bobbing my head, moving faster, sucking in my cheeks and covering my teeth. I wanted him to come. I wanted to taste and swallow it.
I pulled off Wren's cock, and began stroking it gently,the head of his cock so close to my lips that it touches it with each stroke of my hands. He felt so good, heavy on my tongue. I wondered what sounds he was making. I could feel the quiver in his thighs as I pulled him over to the edge. His grip in my hair tightened the closer he got and it spurred me on. It felt so good and it was making me so hard knowing I was the one making him this way.
Wren comes on my tongue, his gaze on me like he could not look away.
Once he was done, he pulled me up and onto the table. My pants and underwear were gone in the blink of an eye and Wren had his hand wrapped around my cock, his lips around my nipple. It felt amazing.
I could feel my lips part, feel that I was letting out sounds but I couldn't hear anything. I could only feel what was going on between us. It felt so wonderful. The heat, the passion, the gentle touches - no matter how urgent everything was feeling.
