To New Discoveries
Drev drove like satan himself was on their heels and came to a very rocky stop, in the single space available in the little lot behind the building. He sort of dragged her up the stairs. Wren didn't know weather to laugh or yell at his eager ass. God his ass looked good in those pants. 'Well that was new.'
They entered the condo and Drev found the first available wall, and pushed her against it. He put his hands up to cup the back of her head and pressed hungry lips to hers. Wren melted against him. This was exactly what she'd had in mind when she'd spoken those words before. She hoped he would slow down a bit, but this was good for now.
Her own lips met his hunger and opened to him, his tongue slid into her mouth and she moaned softly. She would have to push him away in a moment. She wasn't exactly wearing what she considered "first time" under things. Her panties didn't even have lace on them. 'Ok why the hell am I thinking about, God that feels good.' Drev's hand had slid from her hair, down the side of her breast and around to her ass. 'panties. What about panties?'
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But she looked so sexy in that little dress, she smelled so good, her butt was nice and tight in his hands - when did he grab her ass? Didn't matter. She tasted good, he wanted to kiss her forever. The material of her dress was soft and light. It felt thin, like there was just a whisper between his hands and the firm flesh of her ass. But that material seemed to taunt him at the same time.
He wanted to feel every inch of her body, wanted to taste it all. As their kiss continued to deepen with growing lust, Drev squeezed her ass tighter, pulled her tighter against him and his arousal. He wanted to rip her clothes off with a thought, but he held himself in check. Using his Telekinesis now would be very bad, but more strongly, he was hesitant to initiate anything. He didn't want to push Wren into anything faster than she was willing. She knew his intentions, his desires, so all she'd have to do is give him the go-ahead.
Placing her hands against Drev's cheeks she pulled away. Her breath was hard and fast and it took her a moment before she could get the words out.
"I...I want to change. Give...give me five minutes, and meet me in your room?"
Her fingers clung to his skin and she just couldn't seem to pull her body from his, but this had to go slower, or she would not gain all that she desired, and she was afraid it would become something negative, if this speed kept up.
But she was right. This needed to slow down. They had to do this right, so that she got nothing but pleasure from this. There could be no regrets, no "I wish..." sentiments. This had to be perfect. He'd have to pull out all the guns and knock this girls proverbial socks off.
Not trusting his voice, he nodded. He kissed her one more time, a thick, wet kiss. With his hands on her unbelievably sexy waist, he pushed himself away - it was one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do.
"Five minutes," he managed to repeat in a voice heavy and rasped with barely restrained lust. "Any longer and I will come find you..."
She pulled the zipper of her dress down and kicked off her shoes, before her door had even finished closing. She stripped quickly, leaving it all in a black satin pile. She pulled a pair of lavender boy shorts and a matching baby doll out of her lingerie drawer. It had been a gift from someone, she wasn't quite sure who at the moment. She pulled the pins from her hair, and pulled her brush trough it, making it shimmer and flow around her shoulders.
She plucked her robe from the back of her closet door and made her way to Drev's room. She stood in the door way, suddenly very very unsure of herself.
He stood for a moment, the opened dress shirt hanging open and the ridge of his erection still thick and strong down the right leg of his pants. He probably should have been embarassed, but all he could seem to focus on was her.
As if in a daze, Drev walked over to where Wren stood. He held her eyes, floated in her gaze and hoped she could read the desire burning in his own blue orbs as a hand reached out to pull the belt of her robe undone. Very slowly, his head craned down to brush his lips against hers. The kiss was slow and soft, but it promised so much. He took a moment to lick his lips, to savor the touch and taste of hers before pressing his lips more firmly to hers. As he made another unspoken promise, his hands slipped into her robe and held her lightly by the waist.
Curious fingers ran over the hard muscles of his chest, as she moved her body in a little closer to his.
She swallowed against anticipation, fear, and his kiss. Slowly her trembling fingers pushed the button from its place and slid the zipper down. The first finger of each hand slid beneath the loosened fabric to trace a line around to his back. Her fingers splayed across is lower back and she pushed his slack down over his hips. They slid down to pool at his ankles in a soft rustle.
Her fingers twitched in uncertainty as they rested at the waistband of his under things. She guessed they were boxers by the silky texture under her hands, but unless he released her mouth she would never know. She felt a tickle of silk on her thigh and giggled inwardly. Fully unsure of what to do next, she pressed her body closer to his, perhaps he would go forward for her.
Looking down at her with desire clear in his eyes, he worked her robe the rest of the way down her arms and off. He tossed it away and couldn't help the silk tent of his boxers from growing as he admired the lines and curves of her body. Gods, how he wanted her!
Following his eyes, skilled hands took Wren by the waist again, but this time, his hands glided up along her silky skin. The loose fabric of her top whispered over the backs of his hands, and when he reached the swells of her breasts, he slipped a finger from each hand beneath the elastic holding it tight beneath her breasts, and began to pull it up and over those luscious globes.
Drev gasped when her breasts came free. Yeah, he'd seen them before, but the circumstances now made everything so much more erotic. They were perfectly sized, not at all too big, and those nipples were just too appetizing. He eased the thin material up over her head and off her arms and tossed that away too. He wondered for an instant why she even bothered to put anything else on, but then decided that unwrapping the gift was just as much fun.
He watched as his hands cupped her firm breasts, caressed them and gently squeezed. He was admiring them as he would a priceless sculpture. And that's exactly what they were, he decided. Smiling, he lifted his eyes to meet Wren's and knew that she would be able to see the gratitude in them. He knew just how big of a deal this was for her, and he felt honored beyond words to be the one to give her this.
Looking down at her with desire clear in his eyes, he worked her robe the rest of the way down her arms and off. He tossed it away and couldn't help the silk tent of his boxers from growing as he admired the lines and curves of her body. Gods, how he wanted her!
Following his eyes, skilled hands took Wren by the waist again, but this time, his hands glided up along her silky skin. The loose fabric of her top whispered over the backs of his hands, and when he reached the swells of her breasts, he slipped a finger from each hand beneath the elastic holding it tight beneath her breasts, and began to pull it up and over those luscious globes.
Drev gasped when her breasts came free. Yeah, he'd seen them before, but the circumstances now made everything so much more erotic. They were perfectly sized, not at all too big, and those nipples were just too appetizing. He eased the thin material up over her head and off her arms and tossed that away too. He wondered for an instant why she even bothered to put anything else on, but then decided that unwrapping the gift was just as much fun.
He watched as his hands cupped her firm breasts, caressed them and gently squeezed. He was admiring them as he would a priceless sculpture. And that's exactly what they were, he decided. Smiling, he lifted his eyes to meet Wren's and knew that she would be able to see the gratitude in them. He knew just how big of a deal this was for her, and he felt honored beyond words to be the one to give her this.
She closed her eyes and let the sensations floating through her body wash the voice away. She wanted this. If she never took this step how would she know if she was worth more than a few bucks at a strip joint, or constant fear and pain. No this would cleanse her, make her human.
She moaned softly as Drev's fingers gently squeezed her nipples, and her fingers began to move up his arms to trace the lines of his chest.
Pushing those thoughts away, Drev brought his mouth down to where his hands kneaded Wren's breasts. He placed soft, warm kisses atop each smooth globe and groaned when his cock responded. He held her breasts so that her turgid nipples were exposed in the V formed by his thumb and forefinger, then lowered his head to place slow, sultry kisses on each peak.
Closing his warm mouth over her left nipple, he swirled his tongue in a circle around the aureola, lazily, taking his sweet-ass time. He could sense her nipple throbbing with need in the cavern of his mouth, but he avoided touching it. His thumb played over the other turgid bud as he teased this one. Then finally he pressed her nipple down with his flat tongue and oh-so-slowly drew up and flicked the tip as his tongue departed. He broke the seal his mouth had created, gave
the nipple one last flick of his tongue, then proceeded to do the same to her other nipple. Once each had received the same treatment, he lifted his head to kiss Wren firmly and passionately on the lips.
The sounds became hungry as his lips took hers once more in passionate embrace. Her hands moved down his body and fingers slid beneath the waistband of his boxers. She pushed them down over his hips, letting them fall to the floor as she had his pants. She gasped as she felt his erection hot against her lower belly. Her fingers had stalled, thumbs resting on hipbones and fingers splayed across his hips. She was stuck in vapor lock, as that heat against her belly created a wet rush between her legs. Her eyes blinked open, looking for direction.
And that was fine with him.
But not standing up. With quick hands, he lifted Wren into his strong arms and carried her over to his huge bed. He laid her gently down in the middle and, kneeling between her legs, began to push the waistband of her panties over her hips as he slipped his tongue back into her mouth.
But those lips...! Her kiss was intoxicating, made him want to suck on her tongue for hours. Gradually, though, he worked his way down to her chin, traced her jawline with his tongue, then meandered down the side of her neck, all the while, his hands roaming her tight body. He kneaded the muscles in her thighs as he kissed down her collarbone, squeezed and massaged her ass while he spent a few moments on her stiff nipples, then his hands roamed down to her calves as he kissed a slow line down the middle of her belly. He eased her legs open as he descended, until finally his lips were tickled by the soft, well-groom patch of hair. "Her Welcome Mat," he thought with a grin. But even if she was looking down at him, she wouldn't have seen the smile because by then, his lips were kissing those silky folds he remembered so well.
She pressed her hips up into his kisses. She needed more than this, and yet didn't want him to stop this slow torture of her body.
"Drev...please." 'Yes, please stop...no keep doing that...no do something else...no keep doing that...oh god' A moan rumbled in her throat and turned into a soft purring sound, whatever he was doing felt exactly perfectly right.
He heard everything in those two words. He heard her desires, her need, her wants, her warnings, her plea, and he answered with a light caress of his tongue over the moist folds of her cleft. Her scent filled his nostrils, the taste flooded his mouth; it was familiar, which made it intoxicating, but at the same time it was new, and that made her irresistable. Last time, the first time, had been exploration, had been a test to see if Wren was ready for the pleasures of a man. But now that they both knew she was ready, Drev would allow himself a little more freedom in what he did to her.
After his initial taste, Drev brought the index finger of his right hand to where his mouth hovered, and carefully stroked the sensitive flesh before him. He gently caressed her netherlips, coating his fingertip in her wetness, then slipped in between those smooth folds just as his tongue came down where he remembered the center of her arousal to be. He found it with little searching of his tongue, and she was swollen and ready for his mouth. He brought her moisture up to the throbbing bud and circled it once before returning to massage her folds. His tongue followed in immediately, resuming the circles, flicking with the sole determination to bring her to climax.
She cried out when his finger sliped with in her. Her shoulders began to shake and she was forced to lay back down, as his tongue took hold of the center of her desire. Moving against his mouth, her hands clenching in the sheets. An intense pressure began to build in her lower body, causing her body to stiffen and her thighs to take on da fine quiver. Something he was doing changed, and sent her flying over the razor edge of that pressure's cliff. She cried out his name, as her hips bucked against him and her legs writhed with the waves crashing over and over her.
Once he'd eased her back down from her peak, Drev traveled back up her body, just as slowly as he'd descended it, taking his time to kiss and lick as much skin as he could. Before he reached her lips again, however, he pulled away and looked down at her. Up on his hands and knees, he smiled, her beautiful face flushed with sexual release and satisfaction. His hungry member hung stiff and hard beneath him, as if reaching for that warmth between her legs. After a moment, he dipped his head to softly kiss her lips, the smile still on his own.