At Home
Wren paid her cab fair and dug around in the small purse hanging on her shoulder until she found her key. She let herself into the building, smiled at the old woman standing outside the first floor apartment and made her way upstairs. She wondered if Drev was awake yet and if he was could she sort of sneak into his room and put the little box on his dresser or some place he would find it with out her there. She hoped he liked it, but she didn't want to make a big deal of it. If she was honest with herself she was a little embarrassed by the whole thing.
She'd wanted to get him something to say thank you, but she felt a little bit like a kid giving her crush a present just for being alive. Shaking her head she let herself into the condo and put her little purse next to her every day one and called out.
"I'm home."
'Cliche much?'
He just laughed when she slugged him in the arm.
"I'm just kidding. There's either Corpse Bride or the newer Count of Monte Cristo - the one with the guy that played Jesus, I think."
I've seen the Count and wasn't all that impressed, besides, Tim Burton movies are always good for a laugh."
She snuggled down in the couch, tucking her feet beneath her. She did quite a bit of wiggling around and finally found a comfortable spot. Her back against the arm of the couch and her feet tucked under Drev's thigh.
"Did I miss anything?" he asked as he handed Wren a sandwich.
The movie ended and she reluctantly pulled her very warm toes from under Drev's thigh and stood. She stretched her arms above her head and moaned with the stretch. She gathered up their dinner things and took them to the kitchen. She came back out into the living room to find him wiping away the rings from their glasses with a napkin she'd left. He was still naked from the waist up.
Drev had a lovely back, and she would have been quite happy to stand there and stare at it. 'What the hell is the matter with me? All of the sudden I want to do stupid stuff like stare at this man's back.' She tilted her head to one side and lifted an eyebrow. 'Still it's a nice back.'
Laughing at herself she crossed to the couch and wrapped her arms around his shoulders placing a soft kiss where his neck met his shoulder.
"I'm ready now."
"You're ready?" he asked, though he had a pretty good idea what she meant. He wanted to laugh at her beautiful, naughty innocence. Yeah, Wren's an alright girl. "You're ready for what?"
"You aren't going to make me say something cliched like, make love to me Drev? Because I just don't think I can do it with a straight face."
She smiled as she watched her fingers move. She wondered if he would ever take out his dreads. She had an urge to run her fingers through his hair and she really couldn't in it's present state. 'Oh well, she'd ask him some other time.'
Drev got a sudden and vivid image of Wren's slender hands wrapped around the base of his shaft, and her little pink tongue darting out between her lips to lick a bead of moisture from the tip of his erection. Holy Hells.
"I don't know how. This is the best I've got Drev."
She held her hand out to him. She wasn't really ready to lead yet, so she was hoping it would be enough.
Reaching up, he brushed a strand of hair from her face and ran his fingers through her midnight tresses. Then he cupped the back of her head gently and leaned forward to place a soft kiss on her lips. The kiss deepened quickly when he felt her lips on his, those smooth, silky lips. His other hand went to the small of her back and pulled her against him. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and his growing arousal flexed against her hip as his tongue slipped between her lips.
She had no idea what to do next, so she place her lips to his, and molded her body against him. It was all she could think of and it felt amazing. 'Simplicity, that seems to work so far.'
He wanted her to be able to take the initiative - it'd be a big step in her getting over inhibitions. But, it seemed she'd need a little bit of help. He lightened the kiss enough so that it wouldn't be so torturous to pull his body a little bit away from hers. He stroked down the length of one of her arms and gently took her hand in his. As he continued to peck soft kisses on her lips, he guided Wren's hand to the growing muscle between them, and closed her fingers around it.
She slid her fingers along his stiffening length and felt veins and bumps she hadn't know would be there. There was a thicker vein that ran the entire length of him and she ran her finger delicately down it. She wanted to look, but wasn't quite ready for that, so instead she kept her eyes on his face. When no sound of discouragement came, she continues to explore this part of her lover. 'Wow, I have a lover a real honest to goodness lover. Huh. Cool.'
Wren moved her fingers down to the bas and the hair there tickled the backs of her fingers. She smiled, and moved her hand back out to explore the veins and bumps again.
Smiling broadly, he gave her another kiss. "Relax, hun. Don't think too much about... mmmm... anything. Just let your mind go with the flow." He began to rock his hips back and forth gently, hardly noticeable, in hopes that she'd unconsciously pick up on the rhythm. In the meantime, he busied himself with fondling her body - stomach, sides, hips, ass, back, shoulders, neck, and breasts were all given attention.
She took a small step back leaving her hands where they were, and looked into his eyes. She wanted him to understand and yet didn't have the words to share. She saw her reflection in his eyes and for some reason that comforted her. She liked seeing herself there and hoped to see herself there for a long while yet. She moved in close again and began to move her and slowly up and down the length of him. He felt solid and real in her hand, smiling she pressed her lips to his.
If she decided that she couldn't bring herself to do something, that'd be fine. Well, not fine, but acceptable. But she'd never know unless she tried. The worst that could happen would be they have a few awkward seconds. The best that could happen... well, the possibilities were limitless.
Drev wished he could say this to her, but she probably already knew it, for the most part. If not consciously, then deep down she knew what she has to do if she wants to beat her fears.
So when Drev felt that reluctance, he ignored it. He cupped her face gently as he kissed her again, a long, slow, passionate kiss that told just how much he cared for her and her well-being, told her that he wanted to show her everything, but that they could take it slow, take as much time as she needed. When he pulled his lips from hers, Drev looked down into Wren's eyes and gaver her a warm, comforting smile.
"I'm not ready for more than this, so please take over from here, because if I have to try an harder I may have to walk out of the room and I don't want to do that." Her voice shook slightly in that intimate whisper. She knew her voice wasn't much louder than her breath on his cheek. Her fingers had slipped up his body to rest lightly on his hips.
He wanted to allow her to watch, if she was so inclined, but she didn't have to. He wanted to slowly make their sex a little more open each time, allow her more movement, more room to do things. He kept his eyes on hers as he guided himself to her cleft, stroked her silky, moist folds with the smooth head of his member. He circled it around her opening, covering the helm in her arousal. He slipped it up and pressed against the bud swelling under its hood.
Then he rose between her legs and touched her. She moaned and her back arched slightly. It was then she realized just what it was that made her respond the way she did. He drugged her, with nature's own cocktail. 'Ok that was too cheesy even for me.' She tried not to giggle, and succeeded when he touched that small hot point between her legs.
"Oh..."
She lifted her hips to him and let the desire in her body fill her eyes, so that they sparkled with the need of him.
Still looking down at her, the muscles in his arms corded with the effort of holding himself up with one hand, he circled her cleft once more, caressing her folds. He kept his eyes on hers, despite the strong desire to look down and watch what he was doing to her. He explored her with his member, pressed lightly against her cleft, only to pull away again before he could penetrate. His breaths were short and labored as he teased her, shuddering whenever his head would press against her swollen bulb.
He pressed himself to her clit once more and she cried out as that lovely pressure he so expertly called began low in her belly.
"Drev...Drev...please." She managed between ragged shallow breaths. She would have said more only she didn't know what to say.