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 circled her clit a few more times, enjoying the expressions on her face. After a moment longer, he guided himself back down to her cleft and pressed firmly against her. She was still so tight.... Poised at her entrance, he lowered his head to kiss her softly and thoroughly before lifting his lips away. Then, with a single long, slow, maddening thrust, he filled her. His breathing had stopped while he slid into her intoxicating warmth, and came out in a deep moan when he hit bottom. Flexing and throbbing deep within her, he leaned down and kissed Wren again.
Now that he was fully inside her, he could support himself with both hands. His hips began to move quickly, thrusting in and out of Wren's pussy with growing need that was beginning to feel like obsession. She was so warm, so slippery, so tight.... And to see her breasts bounce with his thrusts....
Faster and faster he drove into her, and yet it wasn't enough. He watched Wren's eyes glaze over beneath him, and tiny whimpers began to bubble out of her throat. He started rocking his hips left and right as he fucked her and felt his climax approaching quickly. After a few more strokes, Wren's breathing stopped and she threw her head back and screamed out her release, her fingers digging into Drev's shoulders where they were curled under his arms. The frantic clenching of her channel proved too much for Drev, and with his own grunt, he buried himself deep within her as he burst.
When the last waves of ecstacy had finally washed away, Drev collapsed onto the bed and rolled Wren over so that she lay on top of him. Still throbbing weakly inside her with the last vestiges of his orgasm quivering through him, Drev pulled her lips to his and slipped his tongue into her warm mouth. His lungs were burning for air, but he needed that kiss, needed to tell her thank you. Before he could suffocate in her mouth, he broke the kiss and held her tightly to him.
Ever so slowly her body settled down and she closed her eyes against his chest and breathed in his scent. He was very purely male and she hoped that anytime she smelled this it would be because she was in his arms. Sense memories were not always her favorite, but this one she would cherish.
"You know I don't think I will need to dance to keep in shape if this is how our lives are going to be. I also don't know that I'm up to twice in a three hour span every day anyway."
She chuckled softly. It was still to early for bed, but she felt she could simply fall asleep right here and now and sleep all night. If she didn't move soon she would.
"Or we could take a hot shower. Maybe watch another movie. As exhausted as I am, I don't think I'm ready for sleep just yet."
"I'd rather take a long hot bath, and then watch a movie. I'm hungry again. I bought some fruit yesterday. I could make a quick salad to eat while we watch the movie."
She'd been wanting to try out the bath tub since she'd moved in, but hadn't had a chance. It would be that much better leaning against him while they relaxed in the bubbles.
His muscles protested when his cock throbbed and threatened to grow stiff again. Damnit, if he got hard again already.... He shoved the naughty thoughts away and tried to think of a good movie to watch. He filled the massive bathtub with water a little hotter than he preferred, then went back into the bedroom.
"Give me just a minute then come in." She went into the bathroom and used the toilet, washed her hands and pulled out a purple bottle from the drawer in the bathroom she'd claimed as her own. As she was pouring a small amount of the bubble bath into the steaming water Drev opened the door.
She smiled at him again, unable to help herself, and put the bottle on the counter. She held her hand to him and together they climbed into the tub, him in the back and her nestled between his legs. His hands went, what she felt was automatically, to her breasts and she pushed her hair up from between them and over his shoulder.
She turned her face so that her cheek rested on his chest and her hands lowered into the almost too hot water to rest on his thighs.
After several lazy minutes of massaging her breasts, Drev drifted his hands down to her flat stomach. "I'm glad I stopped for coffee that day," he said without much thought, not sure if he was talking to her or himself. His finger found her navel and circled it a few times before his hands finally settled. He could feel the muscles in her stomach, strong and tight just below the skin. He thought that summed her up pretty well, at least in his eyes - soft, gentle, and femine, but with an underlying strength and rigidity.
Once more she sighed and pushed away from him. Carefully, as the tub was quite full, she turned over so that she was siting on her knees facing him. She leaned slowly forward and kissed him gently.
"Thank you."
She smiled again, reached behind her and pulled the plug. She stood carefully, and stepped from the tub. She took one of the big fluffy towels from the shelf and put it around her body tucking it between her breasts.
"Got any movies in mind?" he asked, squeezing water from his hair. He would definitely have to get her in the shower - or bath - before they were too exhausted for sex.
She pulled the water from her hair with a towel, then ran a comb trough the tangled mass. Hanging her towels she went back into her room and pulled on a pair of pink lace panties, matching camisole and her every day black satin robe. She'd had it for nearly five years now, it had been a graduation gift from her parents, one of many such luxurious things they thought she'd need in the big bad college dorm.
Leaving her room she went into the kitchen and started pulling fruit from the fridge. She quickly found the cutting board, a knife and a bowl. She pulled the cool whip out of the fridge as well, and set to work cutting strawberries, a quarter of watermelon, blueberries, clementine oranges, kiwi, and starfruit. She was careful to keep her robe sleeves up out of the way and in just a few minutes she'd made a very pretty salad.
"Do you want cool whip on your fruit or no?"
"Yeah," he called in answer to Wren's Cool-Whip question. "Lots." He walked the rest of the way into the kitchen and wowed at the fruit. "Very nice! Need help with anything?"
Wren grabbed the cutting board and knife and tucked them into the sink, before pouring half the fruit into each bowl. She put a small spoonful of cool whip on one bowl and a rather large one on the other bowl. She put the spoon and bowl in the sink and ran water through them. She and Drev danced around each other as he put the fruit away and she served the salad.
She pulled two forks from the drawer and picked up the salad bowls.
"Grab a couple of waters, please?"
She lilted her voice up at the end making it a question and headed into the living room. When Drev joined her she grinned at him.
"You make me feel under dressed. Maybe I should go put some pants on."
"Hmm... Return of the King... that would certainly save your legs from any lecherous oggling.... Oooh, Airplane! is on Comedy Central..... If that's not ridiculous enough for you, I'll make an appointment with a psychiatrist tomorrow...."
"Airplane it is!" Chuckling she handed him his bowl and began to dig around in her own. "Ha!" Was her whispered noise of triumph and she lifted her fork with a green star on the end of it. She dipped the fruit in the now half buried dollop of whipped cream and slid it into her mouth. She smiled at Drev around the slightly tart fruit and pulled her feet up onto the couch so that her heels rested against her but and her knees made a nice little table for her bowl.
She was sitting so that the tv was in her direct line of sight, but if she flicked her eyes to the side her vision filled with Drev. She found herself flicking her eyes much more than she thought she would.
"Surely you can't be serious."
"I am serious. And don't call me Shirley."
That line still made Drev laugh when he thought about it. When he glanced over at Wren, she was stealing a glance at him out of corner of her eye. Drev made a mental note of that.
"This is one of the greatest movies ever," he said decisively. Movies were always funnier when you watched them with someone, even if you've seen it 163 times.
She turned her head and winked at him. She took another bite of fruit and prepared to try and keep from choking on it as the movie started.
By the time the movie was finished, Drev's cheeks were sore from smiling and laughing for so long. More than once he'd had to wipe tears from his eyes. Laughter certainly is a powerful medicine, and Drev felt light and mentally refreshed when the credits started to roll.
"Wow," he said, slumped down on the couch. "I think that movie gets funnier every time I watch it."
"That was great. I'm glad we got to see it. It would have been better with out the commercials, but I'm not complaining."
She stood and took their dishes to the kitchen. She rinsed out the bowls and stuck everything in the dishwasher. She'd be able to run it after breakfast in the morning. She returned to the living room and plopped down on the couch next to Drev. Her robe shifted weird underneath her and pulled painfully across her belly. Sighing she pulled the tie loose and let the satin fall open.
She'd have done the same had she been alone, and she didn't see the point in being modest around Drev, he'd seen her the way God made her and there wasn't any need in being coy now. She turned to face him and opened her mouth to say something. What she didn't know, because the heat in his eyes stilled her tongue and fogged her brain.
Turning fully to him, she slid her leg up on the couch and crawled up his body. Gently she placed her lips on his and couldn't help but sigh at the joining her very flesh seemed to crave.