Chapter 40. Pun Intended

Wren POV

“C-condom?” I stutter.

“There-” he points to the utility drawer. “Grab some.”

It takes everything not to topple over when I stand. Knees weak, I force myself to the drawer grabbing a handful of durex and throwing them to the floor beside him.

My mouth waters at the sight of his arousal. Long, thick and flushed, glistening with precum. His tattooed hand strokes slowly, eyes hooded, darkened.

I swing a shaky thigh over him. His jaw tightens, muscles strained, and eyes roaming my body.

He reaches up, and twists a nipple, I fall forward breathless, planting my hands on his firm chest.

“Put it on me,” he grunts.

I’m trembling all over as I tear open a pack and settle between his legs.

Face to face with his length, I fully realize that we’re in fact doing this.

Finally!

God, he’s beautiful.

I wet my lips and wrap my hand around him, squeezing gently. It jerks in my hand, a low hiss slipping p