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?'
((Movement permissions given))
But he didn't want to remain still. He wanted her to keep moving like that. Smiling up at Wren with half-glazed eyes, he squeezed her thighs, then moved slowly up her body, until his hands found her breasts. He fondled them as he moved his hips in counter-rhythm to hers - when she leaned forward, he pressed back; when she leaned back, he pressed forward.
She looked even more pixie-like than she felt. Her slender, toned body and sculpted breasts, her dark hair and contrasting ice-blue eyes... Drev suddenly found himself on the brink. It was harder for his lungs to find the oxygen they needed and his vision had become blurred.
"Fuck, Wren... I'm close......"
"Oh bloody hell...!" Drev cursed silently himself. "I never told her I was sterile... She's going to freak--"
"Is that a good thing. You sound like you're in pain. Should I stop or get down?"
Her own breath was ragged and her heart was pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it thump against her ribcage. She was worried about why he'd sworn and if she was doing something wrong. She hadn't wanted to stop, what she was doing had felt very good and she was sure that if she did it for a few more minutes she'd orgasm again, and she definitely wanted to orgasm again and again and again.
"No!" he almost shouted it as another wave rolled through him. Way in the back of his mind, he was trying to tell himself that he should ask her where he could... release. But she didn't seem to be too concerned about it, so he decided that he would just stay where he was, and if she freaked out about it, he could just explain to her later that he's sterile.
"Fucking... fuck no, don't stop Wren, please... Go faster....." His hands had abandoned her breasts and were now on her waist, holding her tight body as the waves of pleasure came faster and faster. He was at the midway point now - either he could let himself come, or he could fight it back and hold off. He did not want to hold it back, but he did he want to allow himself to come... He wanted Wren to make him climax.
Wren's insides instantly revved back up to the point of pleasure they had been at when she'd stopped. She moved faster than before and the intensity of hit had her head dropping, causing her hair to curtain around them. It was a cozy feeling as her body heated in that hair shrouded world.
The orgasm ravaged him. It tore through his body, stealing away his breath, strength, and thoughts. When it finally began to subside, he was left struggling for air beneath Wren's waterfall of midnight hair. His muscles trembled with the remnants of one of - if not, THE - best orgasms he'd ever had. He pulled her down to lay on top of him, wanting only to feel the warmth of her body, needing to feel her warmth. He tried to kiss her, but his lungs burned and screamed for air.
"Unbelievable," he gasped and let out an exhausted laugh. God, she felt so good.
"That's a good word for it. I can't think of a better one anyway." She whispered against his chest and relaxed just a bot more atop him
"Do you wanna get cleaned up, or are you ready for another round?" Smiling, he gently stroked Wren's hair, enjoying the feeling of the silky locks against his skin. He didn't feel up for another round already, but if Wren was game, he'd find the energy somewhere. Hopefully she'd say she just wanted to lay here and cuddle.
"Damn," Drev said to himself, surprised at that thought.
"A shower sounds good. I have to pee first. Want to shower with me?"
Her words were heavy with sex and sleep. 'Whoa, did I just ask that? Cool. Big steps are a foot or something.'
"Go ahead; I'll be in when I hear the shower. I need a few minutes to remember how to move."
"Well that's one way to get out of bed."
Laughing she pushed up from the floor and used the bed to get up into an upright position. As she walked toward the bathroom she felt something hot and slick run down her leg. It stopped her cold on the threshold to the bathroom. It had been years since she'd felt that. She swallowed hard against the rising panic and pushed the memories from her mind. This was a good thing for her, and she would not ruin it with memories of Them. 'I will not not not. Bastards.'
She took a deep breath and crossed into the bathroom. She turned on the water and stepped into the cold spray, squeaking a bit at the biting water. She let rinse the sticky fluid from between her legs as it warmed and blushing she tinkled in the shower. She bit her lip to keep from laughing and adjusted the water as it began to grow too hot. She'd scrub the tub tomorrow to make up for it, and she would never tell Drev.
He realized then that the shower had been running for a couple minutes, so he forced himself to get up. His muscles screamed at him, fought to stay in bed, but he managed to get his feet on the floor. His head swam in protest, but he forced it to clear. Taking a cleansing breath, he stood and made his way to the bathroom, his thick, flaccid cock glistening with his and Wren's climaxes. His legs felt incredibly tight as he slipped into the hot water. Under other circumstances, he would have been rock hard at the sight of such a sexy body glistening with water. But he didn't have that problem now. Hell, he might even be able to get through the whole shower without an 'incident'.
Drev slid from the bed and brought her two little white pills and a glass of water. They had Tylenol printed on them. She smiled up at him and swallowed them down. She wiggled until she was comfortable, on her side with her knees up and her hands by her head. She liked his bed, it smelled like him with her lavender mingled in. It was a nice way to fall asleep. She wondered if he would sleep now, since he'd only been up for a few hours. Wren yawned and snuggled close to Drev as he slipped back into bed with her, and fell quietly to sleep feeling cosseted and adored.
((OOC Wren and Drev out (with permission) Lock up))