Page 59 of Crow

The silence in my head has never been like this, like it’s just me and me alone in here.

Raven was pissed at me, lashing out to such an extent that he made his previous tirades look like little happy dances in the rain.

He didn’t think it was fair that he didn’t get a say in telling Tarynn about us. I shot back that I didn’t find it particularlyfairthat I woke up with a brutal hangover to find out that I wasmarried.

He shut the fuck up as soon as Tarynn and I entered her room. It was like he knew I needed her and needed the privacy. I just about had a complete breakdown on the corner of a sidewalk. I couldn’t take lying to Tarynn a second longer. I know she’s not going to out me. I was worried that she’d look at me different. Of course she does, but it’s not different bad. She didn’t treat me like a freak. She reacted with the same careful consideration that she always has.

Don’t spend any money on me. I can wait. It’s fine. Use it for the vet bills.

You’re not okay. Let’s get you cleaned up and safe, where it’s quiet and no one is going to stare at you, and you can come apart if you want.

Let me be your comfort. Let me give you my body, my heart, my soul.

I might be paraphrasing here, but I know I’m not wrong.

It only makes me vow to be even more careful with her. She’s not made out of glass, but this is her first time doing this, and the last thing I want is for it to be anything less than special.

I set her down on the huge bed, on top of the rumpled covers. She must have slipped the ‘Do Not Disturb’sign on the door before we went out because the room hasn’t been touched.

I take my time drying her, running the soft terrycloth along her limbs, patting her creamy skin, smoothing every line and curve before I move up to her hair. I don’t want her to be cold. It might be Vegas, but the room’s AC is pumping.

She shoves me away and simultaneously reaches for me.

“Just leave my hair. I want you. Now. Right. Now.”

“Hold on.” I’m still in my soaked boxers. I stalk to the bathroom, strip them off, wrap the towel around my waist, and snatch the box of condoms from the paper bag that was dumped just inside the door.

I tear out a foil packet and tuck it into the palm of my hand.

I’m not nearly ready to use this yet. Not that Tarynn knows that yet. When I said properly edged, I meant going out of her mind, nails shredding the sheets, climbing the fucking walls mentally, screaming, chanting, begging, sweating, swearing, threatening.

I want the need to hurt so badly that she’ll find what I’m about to do to be nothing more than a little pinch, quickly replaced with the pleasure and then, finally, with relief when I let her come.

She’s splayed out on the bed like a red haired queen, all porcelain and curvaceous. Before, I had my boxers to contain my dick, but there’s nothing contained about it now. The towel tents obnoxiously. I can feel myself leaking all over it.

The thing about my plan for Tarynn is that I’m also going to hurt. I’m already hurting. My dick is so hard that if I move too fast, it will probably topple me over. I’d go reeling and likely put a hole in the damn wall.

I drop to my knees beside the bed, tugging Tarynn down by her ankles. She squirms and makes little breathy gasps that turn my balls to stones. They’re practically hiding inside my body, they’re so drawn up, ready to shoot my fucking load all over the place.

I arrange her knees in an upright position and part her legs, going straight in.

I latch my mouth to her clit, ducking hard for a few seconds before I leave her whimpering, to lick her glistening slit. She’s so fucking gorgeous like this, spread open and glistening for me. I dried her well, so I know that this is all her.

She cries out, grasping at the sheet sand blankets as I lick her over and over, hard laps, flicking my tongue at her entrance to tease her. I don’t go near her clit again. I’m not going to have her unexpectedly explode. I know that she’s close. Her legs are shaking, threatening to clamp down on my ears. I hold her open with my whole hand, spreading her lewdly, and she fucking loves it.

Every one of her cries and frantic movements, trying to curl her hips up and ride my face, her belly quivering, chest expanding like a bellows, legs shaking, toes digging violently into the bed, sends thrills through me.

I feel guilty as hell about doing it, because I should play fair, but I grind my cock into the edge of the bed. I do it in a way that is straight pain, but I’m still barely grounded.

She’s soaking wet, but I don’t stop. I eat her noisily, messily, licking, kissing, sucking at her delicious pussy until her sweet taste saturates every bit of me. She’s like a drug. That’s one thing I’ve never fucking done, along with drinking—regarding my Crow vs. Raven control issues. I’ve never in my life been high. Not until right now.

I’m high on Tarynn. Drugged on her sounds, drunk on her sweetness.

I’m reaching my own limits of holding myself back, and I think that she’s ready. She’s a wreck. A mess. A gorgeous, beautiful disaster, looking up at me with desperation to the point of tears. I ease off, but she pulls me back, trying to fuck my face, trying to take what her body is so desperately straining towards. I break free again, snatching up the condom and standing.

When she spots the packet, she stills, her eyes tracking my every movement.

I tear it open and roll it down the length of my dick. I’m so hard that it’s a struggle. The damn thing rolls up once and nearly snaps me on the second attempt.

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