The sensation of soft kisses awoke Erik from his heavy, blissful sleep. For a moment, he couldn't remember where he was but it didn't matter. Shifting under the gentle pressure of lips traveling down his chest, he groggily opened his eyes. Blinking to see through the fog of drowsiness, he felt a hand run up his upper thigh tenderly. The soft orange-grey light from the dying day outside infiltrated his vision and made the air seem heavy.

Straddling his legs was a still nude Wren, her hair a glorious auburn mess about the pale skin of her shoulders. Softly and wetly, she placed kisses along his ribs and belly, her lips traveling ever downward. Still lustful eyes simmered at him from her ministrations and she smiled a bit wickedly upon noticing that he was awake.

Wren seemed an entirely different creature in bed to him than the shy woman he had come to adore. Wild, ravenous and confident, she was like a dying ember that had finally been fed fuel and now burned brightly. He found that he enjoyed this side of her as well, especially with that dark, feral gleam that seemed to have found its way into her smile now.

Erik suddenly and painfully became aware that he was completely rigid again and probably had been while asleep. Apparently, his bedmate knew that interesting fact as well. The bare skin of her bottom came to a rest against his shins as she shifted closer to his hard cock, breath teasing the skin. He felt a groan bubble up in his chest as a firm, teasing palm pressed his length against his own stomach and rolled. Wren laughed breathily before grasping him firmly, her fingers sliding up and down smoothly.

"Good morning," Wren murmured heatedly before placing another kiss on the rise of his hipbone. Erik couldn't find the voice to respond besides a sleepy smile and sigh. Lacing his fingers into her hair, he threaded them through as desire's fire built back up within his belly. It seemed to grow so quickly and he wondered if it would always be so with this fiery woman.

This moment, here in the twilight of a day spent on passion, felt like perfection. Bliss and warmth filled his soul along with a joyous contentment that felt like it would break him. Contemplating this, Erik watched in what seemed like slow motion as his lover gently placed a kiss to the head of his penis. He froze, his heart suddenly thundering and now wide awake at the promise she seemed to offer.

Wet, eager lips pressed to the silky tip again, followed by a teasing swipe of tongue. The hot sensation made his hips buck without control. Luckily, Wren backed up enough with a chuckle. Slowly but surely, she held him still and ran the flat of her tongue along his hard cock, from bottom to top. Erik moaned lowly. He could not hold it in as a tormenting tongue swirled into the slit, licking up the precome that arose.

Wren gained more confidence at his sounds and took the head of him fully into her mouth. Suckling gently, she rolled her tongue about the hot skin and tugged his shaft slowly. The man under her sighed and growled at her attentions, his hands delved into her hair and holding on tenderly. The length in her grasp throbbed, calling out for more.

Looking up, Wren found Erik's clouded, gleaming eyes watching her intently, his tempting mouth opened for desperate, shallow breaths. A flush had crept along his cheeks and his brown hair fell messily about his face. Warmth pooled inside her at the sight of him so helpless and so wanting her touch. It made her feel powerful and urged her to please him in ways he never had been before.

With a broken moan, she quickly took in as much of his leaking cock into her mouth that she could and down her throat. Erik cried out at the intense sensation and lurched up a bit, trying not to thrust up into her wet heat. Pleased at his reaction, she suckled and dragged her tongue up the underside as she moved up. He was helpless to the onslaught of pleasure, gasping raggedly and twisting about in the sheets.

Keeping their gaze, she released him with a pop and licked up the length again, sighing in want as she did so. For poor Erik, watching a woman pleasure him in such a way, was exquisite torture and he had to restrain himself. Already his hips tried to match her as she sucked him back down, red hair falling in her face. With trembling hands, he brushed it together behind her head and held it there so that he could watch her as she loved him.

"Ma cher," the scarred man groaned roughly. Wren smiled as much as she could with her mouth busy before running a free hand up his firm stomach and chest. Under her fingers and against her tongue, she could feel his heart thunder in excitement. Lightly, she dragged her nails back down, scraping over a small brown-pink nipple as she sucked hard on the very tip of his cock.

"Oh mon dieu s'il vous plait!" Erik cried out hotly before grabbing ahold of her. Wren was a bit startled when he sat up and grasped her face, pulling her swiftly and shakily off of him. Licking her lips, she let him pull her up to eye level, his gaze just as hungry and feral. "I cannot wait for you anymore."

The growl sent shivers down her spine and goose pimples to fly over her flesh. Starving, rough lips collided as Erik grasped her bottom and pulled her closer to him. Wren gasped and moaned at feeling his slick, hard cock against her already soaked folds. Rocking teasingly against him, she broke their kiss to push on his shoulders. Guiding him to the blankets, she raised up on her knees over him, one hand grasping his length.

Panting breathlessly, they gazed upon one another as she guided him home, back arching at the stretching fulfilment. Erik moaned loudly as she sank upon him, impaling herself and gyrating into his hips. Tipping his head back and closing his eyes, the man clasped her hips and allowed her to take the lead. At first slow, Wren rode him, hands over his upon her waist. The feeling of him sliding inside of her and filling her so well was euphoric and made her wish she could stay there forever.

For a moment, she gazed upon him as he pressed his cheek against the pillow, tempting lips open and soft moans escaping him as she moved. The sight of his slightly damp forehead as it creased and his throat when he swallowed for air drew her affections. Kissing both softly, Wren nibbled the skin of his throat to gain more of his attention. Opening his eyes, her lover stared into her own as she rocked slowly upon him.

The pressure built as she leaned back and picked up speed, rising and falling as sweat began to shine on her skin. Erik watched the sight of her in motion, the slight wetness to her form as she moved. Earthquakes rocked through her breasts as they bounced, her back a symbol of lovely desire. Without thought, his large, warm hands came up and cupped her chest, thumbs flickering over hard nipples. Wren mewled at that and pressed him into the sheets, rocking back and forth with him plunged as deep as he could go.

That almost tipped him off the precarious edge that she held him on. Toes curled, he thrust upwards, feeling her clench about him in pleasure as her head fell forward.

"Erik! Erik…oh…god…Erik…" Wren chanted in a moan as she forced herself to continue moving. Sparks were flying in her vision, blotting out the flushed and lusting face of her lover. She needed to come; she needed him to first though. Leaning back, she propped herself with her arms, head hanging back and slid upon his length fast and hard.

The new angle sent pure bolts of ecstasy down their spines as they strained together towards an end. Erik ran a hand up Wren's belly to splay between her breasts then up to her throat. She cried out at the light, slightly possessive hold upon her and felt her insides light up in an explosion. Moaning his name loudly, she tossed her head at the intensity of her orgasm.

The pulsing, sucking, velvety insides of her brought Erik over the cliff of joy. Crying out just as loudly, he pushed as deep as he could, throbbing as he came violently. Time seemed to freeze for that moment with the two entwined in passion and flesh. Where they connected pulsed in synchronization as their lovemaking high slowed down.

Gasping for breath through a parched throat, Wren slumped a bit on her perch upon him, hair falling in wild disarray in her face. The gentle hand about her throat shifted to brush the strands out of the way. She found Erik in a similar state of complete undoing, sweaty and panting with a radiant smile on his mouth. Finding a grin come to her in return, she sighed and fell forward into his arms. The movement shifted his slowly softening member inside her and they both gasped a bit at the feeling.

Once again, a comfortable silence fell between them as they lay together, his strong arms wrapped about her possessively. It was quite a bit colder than before so Wren reached down and found blankets to pull over them. Burying her face into the crook of his neck, she placed little kisses and tastes, enjoying his shudders. One of his hands played circles over her back while the other cupped her head to him.

Erik cleared his throat a bit, startling her and grabbing her attention.

"Is this how I shall awake for now on, ma cherie?" he whispered in a wistful tease. Wren grinned a silly smile before snorting a laugh.

"If we are lucky, yes. Did…did you enjoy it?" she asked a bit warily. The grasp about her tightened and he chuckled at her. The sound of his low, golden and warm voice making that sound almost aroused her again. The way his amusement made him move inside her did not help matters either.

"Oh, yes, I did, mon amour. I had no idea that such a vulgar little mouth could do such wonderful work," Erik teased lovingly, his fingers shifting against her skull. Wren stifled a laugh at that and found a way to wind her arms under him. Clutching him tightly with all of her body and soul, she tried to let him know how she felt at that moment. She wanted him to feel the warmth and need in her heart for him. "Did you?"

"Did I…? Oh, oh, god, yes! You are amazing, Erik. I have never…well, before with…I just hadn't-" immediately, she remembered how many men she had been with before and shame flooded her and made her feel filthy. This scarred, beautiful man had given her all of what he had to offer, physically untainted and wholly hers. She could not say the same and they both knew it.

"It is all right, ma Wren. I understand," he reassured her soothingly, sensing her sudden distress and embarrassment. "Do not concern yourself with such things. Je t'aime, mon amour."

Even though his softly spoken words were in French, Wren knew what he had said somehow. Perhaps it was the simple yet profound way that he murmured into her hair or how he kissed there, but she understood and felt tears come to her eyes, hot and quiet. They were not angry tears or hurt tears. They were tears of amazement because she truly believed him and felt as if the swelling in her heart would burst and cause her to combust in a confetti storm of stars.

Lifting her head from his chest, Wren met his tranquil gaze. He seemed alarmed by her watery eyes so she smiled even though it ached her soul to do so. There was too much inside of what used to be an empty void and no words could explain her joy at not feeling it anymore. A fine tremor had started in her frame as she leaned down enough to kiss his scarred cheek, then his forehead, nose and finally his mouth. It was a short touch but it sent a wave of comfort through his being.

"I love you too, Erik. So very much."

A grin bloomed upon his handsome face and Erik reached up to grasp hers in his palms. Sitting up slightly and pulling her down, he pressed a long, languid kiss upon her mouth that seemed to sear some wound closed within them both. Surely, it grew humid and hot again, tongues tangling and sliding against the other. Wren moaned into his mouth when his reviving cock throbbed within her and he chuckled in a wicked way.

"Good, for I was not done making love to you yet, ma Wren."