something.”
“The last time you said that, we ended up naked,” I joked, taking his fingers and entwining them with mine.
Wren ignored my witty response and instead began walking onto the warm sand, practically dragging me behind him.
We had been in the Hamptons for only five minutes, and already Wren was like a kid on Christmas morning. I suggested we unload our bags first, but he insisted we do that later. He was being very hush-hush about what he had planned, and my constant questioning only resulted in made up answers, my favorite being, “We’re going to steal from all the rich people and leave the scene as billionaires.”
“Will you just tell me what’s going on?” I asked, pulling on his arm to grab hisattention. We’d been walking on the beach for a few minutes, and still, Wren made no sign of stopping.
“No.”
“You’re an ass,” I muttered.
Finally, Wren stopped and stood in front of an abandoned blanket. He turned around, a childlike grin on his face.
“What?” I asked, a slight edge in my voice.
Wren shook his head back and forth, a smile remaining on his lips. “Sit down, Kingsley.”
I sat down and looked up at him. “Will you tell me now?”
Wren joined me on the blanket, kneeling directly in front of me. He leaned forward and whispered, “There’s something I want to do that I’ve never done before.”
The fire in his eyes turned up my body temperature. In a matter of seconds, we were both naked. Our bodies molded together, and suddenly I was on my back. The stars above us danced across the black sky, performing pirouettes for my eyes. Wren’s hands traveled the length of my body, leaving trails of heat along my skin. The heat seeped into my heart, filling it with a warmth I’d always longed to feel. His lips swept across my shoulder, covering my entire body in goosebumps.
“Touch me,” I begged.
Wren’s fingers found that deep, intimate place inside of me, stealing my breath. He pushed my knees farther apart, his eyes focused on mine. My eyebrows knitted together as his fingers pushed deeper, easily locating the spot that caused my entire body to tremble. My lips were moving, explicit words escaping my mouth as my throat became raw with the intensity of my orgasm.
I needed more. I needed Wren. Pulling him back on top of me, I wrapped my legs tightly around his torso. The blanket that was once perfectly laid out was now a mess beneath our bodies. The sand had found its way onto our skin and I felt it scrape across my arms.
“Do you want me?” Wren asked as he left a trail of kisses along my neck.
“Always,” I gasped, still trying to catch my breath.
For a moment, we looked into each other’s eyes. This was the one thing I’d never done before. I never allowed myself to see into a person’s soul. I was grateful for the light of the moon; it gave us the chance to truly look at one another.
I turned away, suddenly overwhelmed by what I saw. His love was unmistakable, causing an ache to rise up from deep within me. The kind of love he was showing me couldn’t exist because I’d deemed myself unlovable. I’d done everything in my power to push people away, but Wren’s love was so strong, it was impossible to ignore.
Pushing the thoughts away, I guided him inside me, needing him to fill every abandoned corner. Wren pushed deeper, moving me up and off of the blanket, my back hitting the warm sand. I could feel the tiny grains in places they shouldn’t be, but there was no way I was going to reposition myself. My nails scraped against Wren’s back as he pushed even farther inside of me. The sound of the ocean waves crashing onto the beach, along with the sight of the full moon and the shining stars, would forever be etched into my memory. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to tell Wren how much he meant to me, that I wanted him to be my future, but I couldn’t find the words, so I let my fingers, my lips, my pointed toes do the talking for
“The last time you said that, we ended up naked,” I joked, taking his fingers and entwining them with mine.
Wren ignored my witty response and instead began walking onto the warm sand, practically dragging me behind him.
We had been in the Hamptons for only five minutes, and already Wren was like a kid on Christmas morning. I suggested we unload our bags first, but he insisted we do that later. He was being very hush-hush about what he had planned, and my constant questioning only resulted in made up answers, my favorite being, “We’re going to steal from all the rich people and leave the scene as billionaires.”
“Will you just tell me what’s going on?” I asked, pulling on his arm to grab hisattention. We’d been walking on the beach for a few minutes, and still, Wren made no sign of stopping.
“No.”
“You’re an ass,” I muttered.
Finally, Wren stopped and stood in front of an abandoned blanket. He turned around, a childlike grin on his face.
“What?” I asked, a slight edge in my voice.
Wren shook his head back and forth, a smile remaining on his lips. “Sit down, Kingsley.”
I sat down and looked up at him. “Will you tell me now?”
Wren joined me on the blanket, kneeling directly in front of me. He leaned forward and whispered, “There’s something I want to do that I’ve never done before.”
The fire in his eyes turned up my body temperature. In a matter of seconds, we were both naked. Our bodies molded together, and suddenly I was on my back. The stars above us danced across the black sky, performing pirouettes for my eyes. Wren’s hands traveled the length of my body, leaving trails of heat along my skin. The heat seeped into my heart, filling it with a warmth I’d always longed to feel. His lips swept across my shoulder, covering my entire body in goosebumps.
“Touch me,” I begged.
Wren’s fingers found that deep, intimate place inside of me, stealing my breath. He pushed my knees farther apart, his eyes focused on mine. My eyebrows knitted together as his fingers pushed deeper, easily locating the spot that caused my entire body to tremble. My lips were moving, explicit words escaping my mouth as my throat became raw with the intensity of my orgasm.
I needed more. I needed Wren. Pulling him back on top of me, I wrapped my legs tightly around his torso. The blanket that was once perfectly laid out was now a mess beneath our bodies. The sand had found its way onto our skin and I felt it scrape across my arms.
“Do you want me?” Wren asked as he left a trail of kisses along my neck.
“Always,” I gasped, still trying to catch my breath.
For a moment, we looked into each other’s eyes. This was the one thing I’d never done before. I never allowed myself to see into a person’s soul. I was grateful for the light of the moon; it gave us the chance to truly look at one another.
I turned away, suddenly overwhelmed by what I saw. His love was unmistakable, causing an ache to rise up from deep within me. The kind of love he was showing me couldn’t exist because I’d deemed myself unlovable. I’d done everything in my power to push people away, but Wren’s love was so strong, it was impossible to ignore.
Pushing the thoughts away, I guided him inside me, needing him to fill every abandoned corner. Wren pushed deeper, moving me up and off of the blanket, my back hitting the warm sand. I could feel the tiny grains in places they shouldn’t be, but there was no way I was going to reposition myself. My nails scraped against Wren’s back as he pushed even farther inside of me. The sound of the ocean waves crashing onto the beach, along with the sight of the full moon and the shining stars, would forever be etched into my memory. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to tell Wren how much he meant to me, that I wanted him to be my future, but I couldn’t find the words, so I let my fingers, my lips, my pointed toes do the talking for
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