Let Me Love You

A Pivotal Moment.

NASH

Wren guides me up the four floors of stairs and leads me to a baby pink door. There is a small welcome mat on the floor that reads “crazy cat lady lives here”. I let out a small chuckle as she unlocks the front door and she gives me a side eye glance.

“What?” Wren asks as she opens the door.

“You have a cat?”

“Larry.” She says as we continue through the doorway.

I look down and see a rather large yellow tom cat sitting next to a food bowl on the kitchen floor. He lets out a boisterous meow and starts weaving his way between Wrens legs.

Wren reaches on top of the refrigerator and grabs a small bag of cat food, exposing the soft milky skin of her back. The sight sends tingles down my spine, and I have trouble looking away.

As she fills the bowl she shoots me a smirk, and continues to put the bag back to where she retrieved it.

“So, we never did finish our game of 20 questions from earlier.” Wren says as she turns towards me. “You’re still a stranger.”

“We’ll let’s make this game a little more interesting.” I say taking a step forward.

“What did you have in mind?” She asks with a c****d eyebrow.

“Let’s make this a drinking game. If one of us gets asked a question that we don’t want to answer, we take a shot and forfeit the question.”

“Okay, I’ll bite. But only because tomorrow is my day off, and my life is an open book. I don’t plan on taking any shots.” Wren says with a hint of flirtation in her tone.

With that Wren goes into the cupboard above her stove and pulls out a bottle of tequila.

“I hope this is okay, Layla left it here one night when we made margaritas. I don’t have any limes, so it’ll have to be straight.” She explains.

“I’m normally a whiskey guy, but I think I can survive.” Taking the bottle from Wren, I pop the top and take a hefty swig.

“The game hasn’t started yet” Wren sighs, rolling her eyes at me.

“It’s for courage.” I shoot her a wink and offer the bottle in her direction.

To my surprise, she presses the bottle to her full lips and takes a shot.

“Alright blondie, I see you.” I chuckle out.

We make our way to the couch that’s situated in the middle of the studio apartment and sit on opposite ends.

“So, what do you do for a living Nash?” Wren asks me as she tucks he legs under herself.

“I’m an architect.”

Wren eyes me suspiciously.

“Seriously. I own my own firm.”

“You don’t look like the business professional type.” Wren says looking over my tattooed arms.

“Well you don’t look like the bar tending type, but here we are.” I say smirking at her.

“Fair enough, your turn.”

“I know you’re a virgin, but what’s the farthest you’ve ever gone with a man.” I ask with amusement in my voice.

“Oh cmon, I went easy on that first one.” Wren reaches for the bottle of tequila and take a gulp, she makes a face and a shiver takes over her body.

“You’re no fun, can’t kiss and tell?” I laugh

“A lady never kisses and tells,” she says with a wink. “What was your childhood like?”

I can feel my body stiffen at the question, and it doesn’t go unnoticed from Wren. Without saying a word, I reach for the bottle, downing two shots in a row.

“Favorite color?” I ask moving on before she has time to prod.

“Teal. And yours?”

I motion towards my clothing “black, obviously.”

“Why bartending?” I ask

“It wasn’t really a choice, but a necessity. I was halfway through dental hygiene school when I ran out of money. I’ve been trying to save up to go back, but life happens.” She says with a shrug. Wren grabs the bottle of tequila out of my hand and takes another shot.

“What about you, how did a badass like yourself end up in architecture?” She asks diverting the question back to me.

“I’ve always been great with numbers, and problem solving, so I figured I could make a career out of it. Plus the money doesn’t hurt.”

I say taking a shot after giving my answer.

Wren and I go back and forth taking shot after shot. I learned that Wren is an only child, she grew up in a small town in Michigan, her parents have ben married for thirty years, she likes to read, and her favorite food is pizza.

I tell her about my love of traveling, my motor cycle, my full ride to the university of Michigan, and the meaning behind pretty much all of my tattoos.

By the end of our game we are both feeling the effects of the tequila, and Wren is basically sitting in my lap.

I set the now empty bottle down on the coffee table and look back at Wren who is staring at me with lustful eyes. My gaze travels down her face, stopping to look at her luscious lips, and continuing down the curves of her body.

I look back up to her mouth and lean in. Wren leans in toward me and soon our lips are meet.

Heat crashes over me as Wren adjusts herself so she is straddling me as she wraps her delicate fingers over the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss.

I bite down on her lower lip, eliciting a small gasp from her mouth. Using the opportunity, I insert my tongue into her mouth. The taste is so intoxicating I let out a low moan as our tongues fight for dominance.

I release the kiss and start trailing wet open mouth kisses down her jaw and her neck, stopping at her collarbone where I begin to lightly graze her skin with my teeth.

Her head falls back as she lets out a sensual hum. Her chest vibrating against my lips. I trace my hands slowly from her hips up to her breast, firmly kneading them in the palms of my hands, pinching her n*****s through her tank top. To my surprise her perky t**s are bare beneath the thin fabric.

I stop what I’m doing and reach for the hem of her shirt and begin to pull upwards. Wren lifts her arms above her head, giving me the go ahead to continue undressing her.

My eyes zero in on her taught n*****s that are now hard with arousal, and I make my decent onto them. I take the right one in my mouth as I swirl my tongue around the stiff peak, lightly gripping it between my teeth.

Wren moans and she grips the shaggy hair on my head, pulling me as close to her body as she can. I move to the left breast, paying it as much attention as the one before.

Wren pulls me up so that my face is level with her and she begins to devour my lips in hers. We are locked into a heated kiss as she reaches down and begins to unlatch my belt buckle, and makes quick work of the buttons on my jeans.

Now free, my hard erection springs forward and Wren grasps it in her tiny palms, stroking it so agonizingly slow that it causes me to release a deep growl.

I grip the underside of her thighs and I hoist her up, making my way to the bed that sits behind the couch.

I gently toss Wren onto the bed, and she lets out a high pitched squeal. Taking a second to compose myself, I reach for the side of my shirt, pulling it over my head with one hand, and shimmy out of my jeans.

I grab Wren by her calf and pull her towards me at the edge of the bed. I lean down, lacing my hands through her tousled blonde waves and envelope her in a deep kiss.

Once she is out of breath I start kissing my way down her jaw, her neck, her chest. I lick the side of her breast, making sure to leave little bite marks that are sure to bruise as I go.

I kiss down her stomach, and begin to unfasten her too short jean shorts, pulling them down, along with a lacy black pair of underwater as I drop down to my knees.

The entire time, Wrens eyes have not left mine. She is laying across the duvet, propped up on her elbows, watching me intently, biting her bottom lip.

I begin kissing my way up her foot, her slender calf, making my way to the curves of her thighs. I bite down lightly right before I make my way to her center, and she moans out in ecstasy.

I open her folds, and insert one finger. Holy f**k, she is dripping wet for me.

It’s takes everything in me not to c*m in my pants at the feeling of her arousal around my hand. I slowly begin to pump my finger in and out of her, leaning in until my tongue finds her c**t, stroking it gently.

Wren begins to release small mews of pleasure as her one hand fist the blanket, the other wrapping tightly in my hair.

I insert a second finger, increasing my speed. I can feel her core clenching around me as apply more pressure with my tongue and take her hard nub between my teeth. She arches her back off of the bed, letting out a throaty scream.

I curl my two finger as I pump in and out of her, feeling for her g-spot and soon she her juices begin to spill down my hand. I lap up the sweet nectar as she rides out her orgasm on my fingers that are still slowly massaging her.

She is breathing heavily as I stand up, placing my two soaking fingers into my mouth, tasting every last ounce of her release.

“Mmmmm, baby you taste so good. Do you want to taste yourself Wren? How f*****g sweet your p***y is?” I ask her in a low gravely voice.

Still breathing heavily, all Wren does is nod at me with a sated smile.

I slip out of my boxers and crawl over her her body, pinning my arms on either side of her still trembling body. I crash my lips into hers allowing Wren to taste herself in the heated kiss.

She arches her hips , her dripping core gliding against my hard shaft, and I let a moan escape into her mouth.

“Are you sure this is what you want Wren?” I ask, teasing her entrance with the head.

“Yes, please yes!” She screams as her eyes slam shut.

“Okay baby, you don’t have to beg for it.”

I give her a wink and slowly begin working my way inside of her. Carefully I slide deeper inside of her, rubbing her c**t with the pad of my thumb, knowing that a women’s first time can be painful, and I’m not on the small side if you know what I mean.

Wrens body tenses up for a minute, and I pause, allowing her tight p***y to adjust to the size of my c**k. I look into her eyes, waiting for her to give the go ahead to continue. After a few deep breaths she begins to move her hip against mine signaling me to continue.

I remove my hand from her sensitive nub and wrap her in my arms so that the back of her head is resting in my palms. Rocking my hips back and forth, I increase my speed, and Wren begins to unravel underneath me.

Her long fingers begin to dig into my back, stinging as she drags them down towards my rib cage. Her loud moans are deafening in my ears.

Her already tight core begins to clench down on my d**k like a vice grip, and I can feel my balls being to tighten at the immense pleasure.

I know that we are both close as I being to pound into her , my balls slapping into her ass at the impact of our lust. Wren begins to shake beneath me, letting out a moan so loud, I’m sure it woke up her neighbors, and soon I can feel the moisture flooding down my c**k as she orgasms.

I soon find my own release and I pound into her over and over again until my d**k softens. Collapsing on top of her, both of us sound like we just ran and 10k.

I lean in and give her a sensual kiss before rolling off of her sprawling out on the bed next to her. I lay there for a few more moments before sitting up, and walking around the bed.

“Where are you going?” Wren asks inquisitively.

I don’t say anything as I make my way into her bathroom, looking for her linen closet,l. I find a hand towel, grabbing it and turning towards the sink, I turn on the warm water and dampen it.

I walk back towards the bed, sitting next to Wren.

“What are you doing?” Wren asks

“I’m cleaning you up Wren. A woman’s first time can be… messy, for a lack of better terms. Now lay stills.”

She nods her head and I begin to wipe down her her thighs, and her core, once satisfied, I wipe down myself and throw the towel into clothes hamper.

“Do you have another blanket? I think this one could use a good wash after what it’s been through.” I say with a small smile on my face.

Wren looks at the red stained duvet and I can see the pink color in her cheeks appear instantly.

“Uhh yeah, I think so.” She says shyly.

“Tell me where it is and I’ll grab it for us.”

“Us?”

“Yeah, us, you took my keys, remember. Plus I’m probably more intoxicated now than when you initially took them.” I laugh

“Over in coffee table, the top lifts up. It’s where I keep my extra linens.” Wren explains

I grab the fresh blanket, and make my way back to the bed. I hand it to Wren and strip the soiled duvet from under her, placing it next to her hamper in a large heap.

I lay down next to Wren and spread the blanket over the two of us. I pull her over to me so that her head is resting on my chest and begin to trace circles over her back. Soon we both drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.