9.

So. . . my husband and I are actually dating.

Officially.

It is a bit past seven thirty and I was smiling. So early in the freaking morning. What is this joy? Does this mean that all morning people are also in a relationship with their crush? Because I totally understand. Especially, knowing that he was going to pick me up anytime from now.

Winter has become a thing of the past and everyone was wearing lesser layers. Springtime is a fun time and soon it would be summer and it'd be too hot and Wren would have to go shirtless. Yes, it is something that I dream about.

Actually, the last time I saw Wren was two days ago but we have been texting and he has been sending silly pictures that make me want to coo and kind of want to lick my phone screen. He had also been sending me voice notes of himself talking and laughing, so I could practice and know his voice. And they were all wallpaper materials. What an awesome life I am living. My own business, my own hunk of a man and I was happy. What more could I ask for?

For work, I decided to wear a white button up shirt and a navy blue sweater on it, darker blue pants and a black ankle boot. I didn't bother styling my hair and instead left it in my fringe, making sure I had on my hearing aid. I grabbed my phone and wallet as well. I was grabbing one bottle of water from my fridge when the lights flash and I instantly turn to the door.

I was so giddy, floating towards the door, looking through the peephole before unlocking the door and pulling it open. Wren was standing there holding a bouquet of camellia flowers and he was smiling.  His hair looked soft, but was styled off his face. Black pants, boots and oh my. He was also wearing a navy sweater.

We were matching.

We were that couple.

"Oh my god, did you see us wearing navy in your dream and decided to wear it too?" I asked, fingers moving before I could even think about what I was saying. Thanks to the hearing aid, I could see and hear Wren laugh. It was such a happy sound. Like it came from his belly.

"No, I did not have that dream but it is nice to know you're dreaming about me." he said. He slid one arm slipping around my waist, pulling me closer before pressing his lips to mine. I dropped the bottle of water I was holding, instantly wrapping my arms around his neck, fingers pushing into his hair as I kissed him back.

He walks us backwards and I pull back, just in time to see the door being shut. Wren was staring at me, his eyes were darker. I slid my hand down to his chest and I could feel how fast his heart was beating. He licks his lips and finally looks away from me. He dropped the flower on the table beside the door, where I kept keys and then he was back to me.

I could feel myself panting. My fingers tingle from where they were buried in his hair and my lips also tingled from that kiss that we shared. It was hotter and needier than anything we ever shared. We had been taking it slow but slow just went out the fucking window now!

I  could hear him. I could feel him.

I licked my lips and looked right at him, his gaze dropping. He reached up and pressed his thumb to my lip, gently pulling.

"Bailey. . ."

Against the backdrop of my quiet apartment, I could hear his voice loud and clear. "Yeah?

"If you don't want to go any further, stop me now." Wren said, his thumb moving away from my lip. Instead he cups my face with those big warm hands of his and how could I tell him to stop? I didn't want him to.

"Don't stop."

Immediately I said those words, Wren was pressed right against me, his lips meeting mine. His lips were soft and sweet, like cherries. He felt and tasted really good. I could feel the tickle of his breath and the fluttery feeling in my tummy intensified, my heart pounding in my chest. This definitely was not a dream. Nor was it a fantasy. It was real life. I let out a gasp when I feel his tongue at the seam of my lips, parting them and allowing him in. My knees were going weak, heat rising to my chest, to my cheeks. My entire body tingled, I could still feel him pressed against me, still feel his warmth. He pulled me in, kissing me over and over again, taking and taking.

It felt like time had stopped and it was just us. As if no one else existed. His hands moved down and then I could feel his fingers on my thigh, brushing and then suddenly gripping. I pull away from the kiss as I feel myself being lifted up, instantly wrapping my legs around his waist.

"I spent the last day dreaming about having you in my arms." Wren said, still talking slow enough to read his lips. His lips were pink, swollen and bitten. We were both panting and we hadn't even done anything yet.

Wren carries me back to my sitting room, pressing me into my L-shaped couch. I didn't let him go and instead tightened my legs around his waist. Wren smirks smugly at me, his gaze never leaving as he slowly slid his hand underneath my sweater. I shook at the feel of his cold hand against my skin. But it felt so good. His hand was big, I could feel where his fingers spread out.

"Can I undress you, lovely?"

I knew the word, heard the word but I have never been called that. It felt good, really freaking good, being called that. I nodded and Wren got that look in his eye again. He gently takes off my sweater and then my shirt.

He gets off the couch, kneeling as he gets my shoes and socks off. His hands slowly sliding up my body, fingers resting on the button of my pants. He looks at me again, and with one hand he signs.

"Yes?" he asked, holding up his thumb and two fingers. "Or not?"

My heart was beating really fast but yet I still nodded. It was something I wanted and I appreciated him asking again. He had been so gentle with me, gently sliding off my jeans until I was lying there in only my dark green boxers.

Wren doesn't look away. I could feel his heated gaze. I watched him look me over, his hands sliding up my thighs like he could not resist.  He sets his palms flat on the couch and crawls over me, his teeth tugging on his bottom lip. He literally was like a dream come through.

"You are literally the sexiest person." he said and my cheeks grew warmer. He presses a kiss to my shoulder and another on my neck. "The most beautiful person ever."

One of his hands slid down my thigh, pushing underneath my knee and pulling it up. He slid a hand underneath my neck, the tip of his fingers digging in lightly as he pulled me in for a kiss so passionate that stars exploded behind my eyes. He was commanding, kissing me like we liked, his tongue immediately slipping into my mouth as he pulled me even closer. I tightened my legs around his waist  as I kissed back just as vigorously.

He pulls away but trails kisses down my neck, sucking and nipping, leaving his marks behind. He licked at a nipple and my entire body shook when he took that nipple into his mouth, his teeth gently digging in. I felt it down to my toes. I could feel myself growing hard, with everything he was doing with his hands and mouth and his tongue, especially his tongue.

I felt myself arching more into him, needing more.

He uses his fingers on the other nipple, scratching and tugging at it while he uses his tongue on the other. And I could. . . I could hear myself. Oh god. That was me letting out those sounds. I sounded so needy and wanton.

And I could hear him too.

Hear his groans and moans.

I could also feel how hard he was. How hard I was making him. He actually wanted me this much.

Wren trails kisses down my chest, my tummy, shivering when I felt him nip at the skin around my stomach. My head fell back against the couch, my back arching off. My eyes were closed and my lips suddenly felt dry.

"Open your eyes for me, lovely."

My eyelids slipped open and I almost came at the sight in front of me.  Wren was on his knees, my thighs on either side of his face. He had one hand on my cock and the other playing with the top of my boxers. He was teasing but I could not look away. I didn't even want to. He looked so good, hair scattered, lips swollen and bitten.

"Don't look away from me, lovely." he said as he tugs down my boxers. "You make the best noises." he said and I whined. Quietly pleading with him. Wren pulls down my boxers, sliding it down my legs and then he pushes it into his pocket. I was completely naked, my skin marked with the hickeys he had given me and there he was, still completely dressed but looking debauched, hungry, his eyes dark, dark as watched me.

He licked his lips as he stared at my cock.

"Feel free to wrap your thighs around my head." Wren said and I cried, tears falling down the sides of my face. He doesn't even give me time to react and licks a stripe up my cock before actually holding it. I will never forget the sight of it. Wren sucks at the head, trailing his tongue around the edge of my head before sucking it into his mouth. The heat and warmth of his mouth felt so wonderful that I shut my eyes for a minute.

In reflex, I had pressed my thighs together and cried out when I felt Wren moan against me. It felt so much and so good, especially as he began to bob his head, his grip on the base of my cock tight as he sucked me off.

When I was close enough, I tugged on his shirt, pulling him up. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to feel the heat of his cock on my palm. I kissed him passionately, wet, dirty and our tongues dancing. I trailed my hand down his until I got to his pants. I undid his belt, popping open the button, pulling down the zip. When I slid my hand into his pants, pulling out his hard cock, he pulled away from the kiss, his lips parting in a silent gasp.

He was leaking a lot of precum but it wasn't enough. I maintained eye contact with him as I raised my hand to my lips and licked a huge strip. I heard him cuss, heard him say holy fuck as I stroked him, my grip tight enough. Together, with my hand on his cock and his on mine, we moved at the same desperate pace until we came, my vision flooding white as I came, my legs trembling.

That was the best thing ever.

And if I showed up to work two hours late, wearing the same outfit I had on earlier but rumpled, then it wasn't anyone's business but mine.

Desmond takes one look at my neck and smiles. "Well, well, well. I see you finally got Wren's cream."

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Well. . .