The water is cool on my throat.
No one has gotten dressed again. For having only met her two days go, we are oddly comfortable - even after the intense cravings have worn off. There is still a haze around us, a simple contentment.
You are back in the chair; Wren and I are on the couch leaning on each other slightly. I'm beginning to get sleeping and wondering about how we make our exit, even though I'm not ready to leave. I doubt she wants us here much longer, though. After a few more minutes in the quiet, I've finished the water and reach for my shirt.
"Oh no you don't," Wren interrupts. "Don't think I didn't notice that we're," she looks at you," the only ones who finished earlier. There's no way Jack would leave you hanging like that, and I know he'd happily take care of you at the inn when you get back, but frankly I'd rather do it myself if that's ok with you both."
You offer only a subtle nod while I stammer out, "Oh, no. It's no big deal; you don't have to. We've taken up enough of your time tonight."
"Green or red?" she prompts.
I'm confused, "What?"
"Are you green or red right now? I won't make you stay if you don't want to, but I don't offer things out of sympathy or pity. I don't do what I don't want to do. So don't answer because of what you think I want to hear. For you only - are you green or red right now?"
"Um. Green? This is so new. I'm definitely not red but I'm not used to being so direct with people I don't know very well."
"I don't offer what I'm not willing to give," she repeats, softly, and turns to face me, putting her hands on my thighs.
"Green."
You had started to lean forward when you saw me getting my shirt, froze when she questioned, and now you sit back into the chair comfortably.
"And you, Jack?"
"Green."
Wren's hands slide behind my knees to turn me towards her and lay be back onto the couch, straddling her. The way she looks at me is so hungry. You are the only person who has ever looked at me like that before. I dissolve into bliss already.
She comes to her knees and leans over me, hot breath raising goosebumps as she moves up my torso and over my breasts without touching me. She places a hand by my head and moves so that one of my legs is between hers and one of hers between mine. Her hips slide toward mine, moving slowly, painfully slowly down and her thigh is pressing me again, but unlike on the dance floor, this time there is nothing between us. I'm aching more than ever. I can feel everything swelling already. Wren breathes into my ear, "So wet. So ready. I thought you said you were boring. You are anything but boring."
Her lips pull at my earlobe and a shiver rolls from there to my belly. A kiss on my neck sends another wave over my skin. She continues the rhythm of her own wet heat against my hip, bringing mine into her with every roll. Our breasts are brushing together until her hand cups one of mine and strokes a thumb over the nipple, pulling a moan from my throat and jolt from my pelvis. I feel her devious smile as she takes my face in both hands and bears down for a kiss - a forceful one this time, urgent and demanding. I easily relent and accept everything she pours into me, filling and filling more, so that she can bring it all out again when she's ready. I am completely at her command.
"Do you like it when I kiss you?"
"Yes", I barely get out.
"Do you like it when I touch you?" as he circles a nipple with her thumb.
"Mmmm."
She moves lower and circles the other nipple with her tongue, looking up at me, "Do you like my mouth?"
I'm holding my breath now.
"Do you like my mouth?" she repeats.
I finally exhale, "Yes, so much. So warm."
"Good."
She moves lower and lower until I can feel her breath mingle with my own radiating heat. She hasn't touched me there yet. It's torcher.
She's massaging my legs. She's moving closer, pulling me apart, literally and figuratively; I can't bring myself to look, yet, but I can feel her hands spreading me open. I can hear her hum in satisfaction, "So beautiful. So wet and ready and perfect," before he kisses my creases and folds and then licks the juice that's dripping from me.
I'm dizzy and disoriented and teased to the edge. I shift my hips forward, silently begging her to to fill my pussy with something, anything - her tongue, her fingers, I don't care, but I need to feel her in me. The breath of her satisfied giggle sweeps across my desperate clit before she teases again, "Do you want more? Is this not enough?" I can hear the smile in her voice.
All I can muster is a low whine and another thrust towards her.
"Is this what you want?" she growls while she simultaneously slams three fingers into my cunt and locks down, suckling my clit. Her hand and tongue, and lips and even her teeth, are working me so close to the precipice so quickly now. The anticipation left me with the spring already coiled in my gut, but I'm not ready. I want a little more control.
I caress her shoulder and invite her back up to me and without questioning, she obliges. She is still atop me, with our legs intertwined again. I bring her mouth to mine for another languid kiss. Not fervent, but lingering this time. I rock my hips against her and find the exact friction I need to release the energy that's been building. Rocking and rocking, kissing, caressing, kissing and rocking, I am so close now and throw my head back against the arm of the couch. Moving faster against her, and she is pushing down harder against me. She matches my rhythm. I hear myself moan into the air. I feel her teeth sink into the crook of my neck. I think she's holding her breath, until I feel her exhale and shift her arms for more strength against me. I'm nearly out of control, moving against her as hard as I can, feeling the rise moving from my belly to my pelvis, down into my cunt, until finally it releases in a burst of lightning and aching and relief. I am undone.
