Wren

Huxley stands from the table, lifting me over his shoulder as he barrels down the small hallway towards my bedroom. I huff in annoyance, grabbing his shirt in my fists to keep from falling.

"You're such a caveman." I mutter and am greeted by his dangerous laughter.

"Just wait, little bird." He murmurs lowly, causing my skin to pebble with anticipation.

In one quick movement he tosses me down on the bed. I let out a started squeak as I bounce, my eyes wide when they meet his.

"Shit, I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asks, glancing at my leg nervously.

"No, love. You didn't hurt me." I say with a warm smile. His concerned look turns feral as a wicked grin spreads across his face.

"Good." He answers, reaching for my pants. He pulls them down my legs and tosses them across the room, leaning down to rub his thumb against my clit through my panties.

"So beautiful." He murmurs as he watches me begin to writhe on the bed. A moan slips from my lips and I gasp as the pleasure shoots higher. I let out a disgruntled groan when he pulls his hand away and I slip my eyes open to see him grinning at me.

"Patience, baby girl." He says, pulling his shirt over his head. I bite my lip as I watch his muscles work, his strong arms, his capable hands that are always so gentle with me.

I watch with fascination as he continues to undress, his eyes never leaving me as he pushes his pants down over his hips. His hard cock springs free and my hand begins to twitch, wanting to reach out and touch him.

"Don't stare so hard, little bird. You'll set it on fire." He says with a wicked grin. I huff at him and hold up my hands, motioning for him to move closer.

He climbs on the bed, my body rolling closer to him as the mattress dips under his weight. I feel the heat barreling off of him, my cool skin pebbling as it touches his warmth. My heart begins to pound in my chest, my fingers trembling as I reach out to run them over the skin of his chest. He lets out a low, pleased sound and I watch as he closes his eyes, soaking in my touch.

"I love you, Huxley." I murmur quietly.

His eyes slip open as a serene smile spreads across his face. He reaches out to cup my face, his thumb running up and my down cheek as his eyes rake my face. His gaze meets mine and the depth of emotion he carries nearly knocks the wind out of me.

"I love you more, Wren." He responds and I grin widely at him.

"I love you most." I say cheekily making him huff out a laugh.

"It's not a competition, baby." He says as his hand wanders down to my breast, plucking my nipple gently. My back arches into his touch as my eyes slip closed.

"You're right. But if it were I would win." I say, my voice slightly breathless as he continues his slow, playful touches. Huxley laughs again, but I barely register the sound as my body hums with desire.

His hand moves lower, my stomach clenching as his hand skates gently over my belly. My legs part on their own, my eyes still closed as I soak in every torturous, pleasurable movement. His hand continues it's exploration, running lightly over my pussy. I push up on the bed, trying to direct his hand where I want it. But he takes his hand away and puts it on my hip, pressing me further into the mattress. I let out a frustrated huff, but he only chuckles in response. I don't say anything, just sit still and wait for him to make his next move.

His hand goes back to my pussy, sliding easily through the wetness that has gathered there. I feel his hardness press against my leg and all it does is make me want him more.

"Please, Hux?" I plead, my voice sounding pathetic even to my own ears.

"You're so beautiful when you beg." He responds before he makes contact with my clit. He circles it firmly and I nearly shoot off the bed as pure ecstasy takes over. I reach out to hold onto him, my fingernails digging into the skin of his bicep. He grunts at the feeling and moves his fingers faster.

My hips begin to writhe in circles with his movements, my breathing coming in quick pants as he pushes me closer to release.

"You gonna come, pretty girl?" He asks and I nod, biting lip.

"Yes, baby. I'm so close." I groan as I reach the plateau just before I fall into bliss.

It's that moment he snatches his hand away.

"What the fuck?" I cry out in indignation. Pure fury spreads across my face as I glare at Huxley, but he only smiles at me.

"I didn't say you could come." He says, and my mouth drops in shock.

"I didn't know I needed to ask permission." I snap back, grabbing his hand and pushing it towards my center. He pulls away again, rolling over until he is positioned on top of me.

"It's only polite." He answers, but I can't respond as the head of his cock pushes against my entrance. I groan and tilt my head back as my eyes close against their will.

I tilt my hips, willing him to slip further into me, but he pulls out again leaving me feeling empty. He repeats this movement a few more time, teasing me with his tip until the frustration threatens to break loose.

"Huxley." I plead, opening my eyes to see him staring down at me.

"Tell me how much you need my cock, baby girl." He murmurs, tucking his face into my neck to plant kisses all along my heated skin.

"Please, baby. I need it so bad. Please make me feel good." I beg. Huxley lets out a pleased groan, slipping himself further until he is seated deep inside of me. It feels different this time from the last. Knowing that he is mine and I am his makes everything feel more real, more intense.

He pulls out slowly before thrusting in again, the movement setting off waves of pleasure through my whole body. He groans in my ear, leaning down to kiss me. I reach up to run my fingers through his hair, gripping the strands to deepen the kiss. His tongue meets mine just as he picks up the speed of his hips, barreling into me more firmly as he ratchets my need higher. I feel my orgasm begin to stir again, my body meeting his with every impact. As I near my release I begin to cry out with every snap of his hips. He sits up on his knees, lifting me at a new angle that has him hitting somewhere deep and delicious. I reach out to grab onto the bedsheets, closing them in tight fists as I feel myself peak again.

But just as I am about to let go, he pulls himself from me, leaving me unsatisfied.

"Huxley!" I scream, my eyes flying open to glare at the ridiculous man. But he only smirks in return.

"You want to come?" He asks and I groan in frustration.

"Yes!" I scream.

"Then get over here and ride me." He commands, grabbing my hips and pulling me on top of him.

I position myself over his straining cock, glistening and wet with my own juices. I lower myself over him, feeling somehow even fuller as I rest my hands on his chest. His hands wander my body, holding my hip, palming my breast, squeezing my ass. Every touch even more intense with my heightened state of need. I start slow, grinding against him before lifting slightly and falling back onto him. He lets out a low moan and I decide I like the sound, so I lift off and grind back down on him again with even more force. Sweat begins to sheen on his chest as I continue my movements.

"Fuck, baby. Just like that." He groans out, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips as I continue to buck against him.

I let out a whimper as I climb towards yet another release. I start to go faster, my fingernails digging into his chest as I try to get more power behind my thrusts. Huxley must sense my need as he begins to push up into me, every meeting of our bodies sending a smacking sound through the room, coupled with our haggard breaths.

"I'm gonna come, Huxley!" I cry.

"Come on my cock, baby girl. Let me feel you." He groans just as I let go. Powerful waves of pleasure rack through my body almost painfully as Huxley barrels deep into me.

"Such a good girl." He moans as he pushes himself deep and finds his own release.

My eyes slip closed as exhaustion takes over. I hear Huxley's low laugh as he pulls me down on top of him, our hot, sweaty bodies colliding but I'm too spent to care. Huxley presses a firm kiss to my forehead as I nuzzle my face against his chest.

"You're amazing." He murmurs and I let out a huff of laughter as I try to burrow impossibly closer to him.

"You're a jerk." I respond, his loud, barking laughter ringing through the air as our bodies begin to relax against each other.