Wren

I gasp in surprise as shockwaves of pleasure erupt through my body. He takes it as an opening to deepen the kiss, threading his tongue in my mouth. A groan escapes from deep in his throat, the sound more animal than man. His taste blankets my tongue, so achingly familiar I can almost, for a moment, pretend no time at all has passed.

I lift my hands, threading my fingers in his hair as his slip down my body. He bends lower, gripping my thighs and lifting me until my legs are wrapped around him. He never breaks the kiss, his hardness pressing against my core making me moan. A few moments later I land on a soft surface, sorrounded by his scent, covered by his body. He pulls away reluctantly, pressing kisses down my neck to my chest.

"What were you thinking going to a bar dressed like this?" He asks, his voice rumbling against my skin, sensitizing me even more.

"I can wear what I want." I say defiantly, but some of the heat is taken off of it by how breathless my voice is. He chuckles quietly into my neck, his hands roaming my waist down to my hips.

"Were you looking for a man to take you home? Hmmm?" He inquires, his voice low and deadly. "How many other men have had you since I've been gone, little bird? How many men do I need to erase from your memory with my touch?" He asks, growling out his words as his body goes rigid above me. I can practically feel the rage barreling off of him in waves at the idea of me being with another man.

None.

It's on the tip of my tongue, but I decide he doesn't deserve to hear it. He doesn't need to know that his hands were the last ones to touch my naked body. That he's still the only man who's ever been inside of me.

"I don't want to talk about that right now." I say, biting down gently on the lobe of his ear before pressing my lips to the soft spot just behind it. His hand tightens in the fabric of my dress and I feel my arousal begin to coat my thighs.

"Frustrating little bird." He murmurs as his hand goes up to the top of my dress. I arch my back so he can unzip it, the sound of the zipper the only thing in the room other than our heavy breathing.

He slips the fabric down my body, my skin pebbling in the cool air. I'm left in nothing but black lace and my red shoes. His eyes trace my body, his hand reaching out to run along the soft expanse of my belly, up to my full breasts still hidden from his view. He reaches up to hold my cheek with his palm, his eyes turning affectionate as they meet mine.

"More perfect than I remember." He mumbles.

I feel my heart rate kick up a notch, my emotions threatening to spill over so I grip his shirt and tug on it. He understands my silent plea, pulling it over his head in one fluid motion. I watch as he throws it in the same direction as my dress, his muscles rippling with the motion. I bite my bottom lip as I allow my eyes to devour him. His broad shoulders, stacked with muscles to his firm pecks. I stop when I get there, an image barely visible in the moonlight. I reach out to run my thumb along the tattoo just over his heart.

"A little bird." I murmur, shocked as my eyes take in the sight.

"You were always there." He says and my eyes shoot up to his, staring at me as if looking for a reaction. I give him a genuine smile, touched by the gesture.

He leans down to fuse his lips over mine again, my need ramping up as I feel his bare skin against mine. My body heats up at the intensity of the kiss, like he's pouring years of longing into the one embrace. He pulls away and moves down my body, leaving wet kisses in his wake until he gets between my legs.

"I'm gonna taste you, Wren. Be a good girl and lift up." He says, tapping on my hip. I push up on my heels so he can slip my panties down and over my feet, flinging them across the room. I reach down to unbuckle my shoe, but he bats my hand away.

"The shoes stay on." He says with a deviant smile and I chuckle at him as he positions himself between my thighs.

He plants warm kisses to the inside of my leg, trailing his lips up until just where I want him, before going down the other side in a tortorous move. I groan in frustration and I can feel his smirk against my skin.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you." He says before his tongue circles my clit.

I spread my legs wider as my head tilts back and a groan slips from my throat. There's a low rumble of content from Huxley as his tongue dips inside of me. He curls it upwards, hitting some magical spot and I nearly shoot off the bed.

"Holy shit, Hux. Do that again." I instruct breathlessly. He chuckles and pulls away, much to my dismay.

"I'm in charge here, Wren. Just sit back and relax." He says, pushing gently on my stomach until I flop back on the bed.

His tongue goes back to working my clit, twirling and flicking before he sucks it gently into his mouth. His thick finger teases my entrance. Slipping in gently then pulling back out. He works my body as if it's his favorite instrument, adding pressure where I need it until my legs begin to shake. I fist the bedsheet as my hips begin to writhe against his face.

"Fuck, Huxley. I'm so close." I plead, my back arching as I try to push myself further into him. He lets out a low sound of pleasure as his arm threads under my hip. He lifts me and angles me so his finger can reach deeper, his tongue never stopping it's erotic assualt against my clit.

He slips a second finger into me and that's all I need to push me over the edge. I let go, crying out for him as I pulse around him. He pushes his fingers deeper into me, prolonging my orgasm until I pull away from him, silently begging for relief. My eyes flit open and I watch as he rises from between my legs, dipping his fingers into his mouth to lick my release from them. I drop my mouth in shock as he chukles quietly. He reaches down and pops open the button of his jeans, slipping the zipper down slow as he watches me.

"You gonna change your mind, baby girl?" He asks, pushing them down over his hips until his cock springs free. It smacks against his abs and the movement catches my eyes. I lick my lips before I lift my eyes slowly to his. I push up on the bed, reaching behind me to unclip my bra, slipping it down my arms and tossing it across the room. I give him a bright smile before shaking my head. He takes in my naked body, stroking his cock a couple of times as he watches me spread my legs wide for him.

"I want you." I say and he nods, standing to push his pants off the rest of the way.

His large frame climbs over me, hovering, just barely touching me. I reach out and trace my fingers along his face, the dip of his chin, down his neck and over his chest.

"I missed you." He says, and my eyes pop up to his. They're soft, warm. So like the Huxley I knew. I sigh and put my arms around his waist, pulling him until he's touching me, his warmth making me feel safe, grounded.

"I missed you too." I say, trying to keep the emotion from my voice. It's not a lie. When he left nothing felt real. I felt like I was living in a dream, like I was floating and all I wanted to do was wake up.

"I'm here now. I swear." He says firmly and I almost believe him. Part of me wants to, but I entrusted him with my heart once before. I won't make that mistake again.

"Kiss me." I demand and he smiles before leaning down to meet my lips. I taste myself on him, the thought making my body warm as I practically vibrate with desire. I feel myself dampen further and I cling to him, trying to pull him where my body wants.

He follows my instructions, just this once, and lines himself up at my entrance before pushing in gently.