Tomorrow's a New Day
Wren scrubbed at tired eyes that seemed filled with sand. She felt raw and used. Her body felt battered and it took every ounce of her strength to stand from her plane chair. They disembarked to the flight attendant wishing them a good night and hoping they'd had a pleasant flight. Wren gave the woman a smile she knew didn't reach her eyes.
Drev carried their bags as she could do little more than clutch her arms around her stomach. She knew she should be feeling relief at the knowledge of her tormentor behind bars, but mostly she felt like shit.
She just didn't understand what she'd done to deserve such things. Was she a whore mongering pirate in another life and this was karma's way of sticking it to her? Or did she just reek of victim pheromones? She needed to find herself a psychologist or she'd loose her mind and she'd worked so hard to rebuild it she had no intention of letting it go.
Drev draped an arm around her shoulders as he slung the two duffles over one shoulder. She leaned into him and let him guide her to the waiting limo waiting outside the terminal. It was an awkward way to walk, but she just didn't have the wherewithal to care.
He flexed hungrily as she sank down, and reached up to cup her breasts. He gripped them a little roughly, squeezing them together, then pushing them apart so he could lick the silky skin between them. His thumbs rasped over her nipples as he kissed her chest. Then he moved his hands off her breasts and held her by the sides, his long, slender, strong fingers settling comfortably into the little depressions between her ribs. His mouth closed around on of her nipples and his tongue went to work immediately.
Moaning softly she increased her pace and let her mind fill with the sensation. The images stayed just below the surface, and she found them rather distracting. She would have to speak to Drev about it soon, but for now she would give herself over to feel him slide in and out of her body.
"I think I'm addicted...."
Wrapping an arm around her slender waist, he kept her upright and straight as she moved up and down his shaft. With his other hand, he reached down between them and found the swollen bulb of flesh hiding beneath its hood. He applied light pressure at first, then slowly began circling her clit as he moved in and out. He felt her body tense in his grasp, could feel the pleasure mounting in her body. It was the knowledge that he was pleasing her that drew Drev closer to his own
orgasm, even moreso than the physical sensations alone. He got pleasure from pleasing her.
With a cry and a whimper, Wren shuddered atop him. He felt her clench around his shaft as the orgasm rolled through her, and he was quick to follow. With a grunt he burst, filling her with his release.
As their climaxes receded, Drev eased himself down to lie on the couch, bringing Wren down with him. He stayed in her and wrapped her in his arms, softly but passionately kissing her lips, relishing the warmth and vitality of her body. He wanted to say something to her, thank her or something, but no words would come.
She stirred, finding a better position for her legs. Sighing softly she gave in and let her mind fulfill it's curiosity.
"Drev?"
He gave a muffled "Hmm?" and ran a hand up and down her back.
"Tell me about oral sex."
She wanted to be embarrassed, but she felt safe and knew Drev would not poke fun at her, but answer her truthfully and thoroughly as he did with everything she asked.
"You mean... uh... fellatio?" he asked, stammering. He felt her nod against his chest, and he felt his excitement rise at the prospect of telling her - teaching her - about oral sex.
"Uh.... what do you want to know?"
"Do you enjoy it? Is it hard? Is there some special method that works best? Is it a common thing to want to do and have done? Will I choke?"
She clicked her mouth shut realizing she was babbling, showing her apprehension. It was something she wanted to know about, but it was new and scary, with just a touch of the eww factor. She sighed softly, and pressed a small kiss on Drev's chest.
"But it should never be forced. It's just another part of sex, really. You should do it because you want to... to at least try. It can be a gesture of love and affection; I consider it just as intimate as intercourse. It can be an act of dominance, or an act of submission." Drev knew he was rambling, but he let himself go on, gently stroking Wren's bare skin, mostly unaware of thickening again inside her.
"But the ones that are the best, I think, are the ones that do it because they really enjoy it. If she doesn't enjoy it, it's just another hole. But if she gets into it, she's not giving you a blowjob; she's making love to it, and it can be one of the most sensual experiences...."
He took a deep breath, flexing lazily within her. "If you want to know whether I like receiving oral sex, the answer is yes."
She pushed up and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. "Right now, I'd like you to turn us over and make love to me, then shower with me, then help me pick out a great test driving and dancing dress. I'll even let you help me with my stockings."
She gave him an impish grin and wiggled her hips. They had plenty of time for all of that, and she hoped he'd be up for more than one more round.
Her body felt just as amazing as the first time he'd experienced it. Would he ever tire of her? Probably not any time soon, with so much to teach her about sex, so much to try, so much to experience with her.
Breaking the kiss for a moment, he looked down at her face as he thrust into her, finding her even more beautiful in the throes of passion.
"I think I'm falling...." The thought scared and excited him.
With a sigh, Drev nuzzled against Wren's neck as their bodies moved together in perfect sync
Her thoughts were cut off as that lovely pressure began to build in her belly. A few more delicious strokes and Wren was falling over the edge. As her climax peaked, Drev gave a small grunt and she felt his orgasm join her own. She cried out softly, as she rode the waves of climax.
Drev thrust with in her gently a few more times before settling his weight against her. She liked the feel of his body atop her, and moved her arms up to play her fingers lightly along his back. After a few minutes she spoke softly in his ear.
"We should go shower now."
Drev gave a soft noise of affirmation. He nuzzled gently at her neck before pushing himself up and slowly moved from her body. Wren gasped softly, she always did, when the movement sent a small shiver up her spine. Drev stood and offered a hand to her. She took it and pulled herself from the couch. They kissed gently before heading to the shower.
When they were sufficiently rinsed, they got out and toweled each other off. Drev paid close attention to Wren's 'hard to reach' breasts and crotch, grinning mischievously all the while. With towels wrapped around their bodies, and a playful swat to Wren's backside, Drev followed her into her bedroom where he was apparently supposed to know what she should wear.
"Ok you pick, if you don't like any of those, you can go in my closet and find something else."
She grinned at him and propped herself on the cedar chest at the end of her bed.
"Now," he said, stepping up to Wren and reaching forward to slowly untuck the corner of her towel from between her breasts. "Do I get to help you dress?" The playful grin on his face turned quickly to a look of longing as the towel fell open, exposing Wren's oh-so-perfect breasts. Drev loved breasts, but never moreso than when they're fresh out of a shower. He knew how Wren's breasts would feel at that moment; cool to the touch, but with an inner heat, smoother than the smoothest silk, even when her skin would raise into goosebumps at the lightest touch - like the touch of his lips, perhaps?
He felt his member stir beneath his towel, and the rest of his body groaned in protest. Sometimes he was certain that he was too horny for his own good. Wren's nipples quickly grew tight in the colder air of her bedroom. Standing there before her, he was sure she'd be able to see the bulge growing beneath his towel. And the fact that she was in a near perfect position to take him into her mouth didn't help the situation at all.
"She's so beautiful," he thought as he looked down at her. Even sitting half-wrapped in a towel, she was a goddess. He suddenly felt insecure and inadequate. Surely he wasn't worthy to be the lover of such a divine creature.... Drev was hit with an almost sickening realization then; if she were to ask, he would allow Wren to bind him, render himself immobile and helpless for the sake of her pleasure. Without a seconds hesitation, he would allow it.
He hadn't even let Abigayle - "oh Abigayle, how I miss you..." - hadn't even let the one woman he'd truly been in love with tie his wrists to the bedpost, having declined her at least a dozen times.
"Fuck, what's happening to me? What is this woman doing to me...?"
Standing quickly she walked past Drev, a hand trailing across his shoulders, and crossed the room to her dresser. She pulled out a strapless bra, panties, garter belt all in black lace, and a pair of thigh high nylons in the exact shade of her legs. She put it all on the bed, and picking up the three outfits she would not be wearing headed back into her closet.
She hung everything and picked out a pair of black, two inch heeled, wood soled shoes that would move beautifully on the dance floor, before returning to the bed beside Drev.
Drev groaned when he saw the undergarments she put on the bed. "Are you trying to make this difficult for me?" he asked with a pitiable look on his face.
She held the garter belt up next, and that was even worse than the bra. Having her bare mound so very close.... He settled for leaving trails of kisses along her long, smooth legs and he pulled the nylons on.. As his eyes rose over the curves and lines of her body, he became very aware that the only thing between her delicate folds and his growing arousal was a bit of terrycloth.
The panties came next, and this time he couldn't resist placing a soft kiss on her smooth mound before pulling the lace up over her backside. He fastened the nylons to the garter belt, then pushed her back down to lie on the bed. His lips made a trail up her flat stomach, between her perfect breasts, along her slender neck and jaw, then finally found her lips.
So she thought about the first time she'd bought a garter and panties. The little mannequin had had the garter on over the panties and was very pretty to look at, so she took her things into the dressing room and put all the pieces on. She'd taken one of the other girls from the club with her and when she stepped out of the stall Christy gave her a smile that said she'd done something stupid or wrong...again.
It was then that Christy explained that you put the panties on after the garter, for ease of removal when going to the bedroom. Other wise you are forced to remove everything. The other way is just for show so that it looks pretty on the models. Red-cheeked Wren returned to the dressing room and removed the garment and got dressed. It was the last time she'd taken anyone underwear shopping.
She snapped out of her reverie when Drev's lips found her own. They were warm and tasted slightly of her soap and the toothpaste he'd used after their shower. To her surprise her heart had sped up and her breath had become quick and shallow. Her hands had found their way to his shoulders and her leg wrapped around his naked thigh. She blinked several times and reluctantly broke their kiss.
Smiling, she whispered, "careful, you'll get me all riled up again and I don't think my skin can take another shower today."
"Now you know, it's only fair that you help me dress," he offered as he smoothed the fabric over Wren's breasts and hips.
"Ugh, Armani, Armani, Armani, Amrani!" Her voice became more disgusted as she flipped through his clothes. "You have absolutely nothing suitable to wear. You really must buy better clothes, Drev. Honestly!"
Giving a little huff of indignation, she pulled a dark gray suit from the closet, along with a deep amethyst, banded collar dress shirt and stalked to the bed and tossed it all down. "How can you look like a multi-billion dollar rock star if I have only these rags to dress you in?!?"
Wren bit her lip and stomped past Drev to his dresser. With her back to him, her face broke into a huge grin and it took every thing she had to hold the laughter in as she pulled underwear and black socks from the drawer.