Page 60 of Crow

Tarynn slaps a hand over her mouth, but the pretty laughter slips through the cracks in her fingers like water. “I’ve read so many books and they’re hardly ever realistic when it comes to safe, common sense sex. Everyone is always in a rush, or they don’t even mention it at all. When people write about things like this, it’s not sexy. But watching you put that on right now… I changed my mind. It’s hot. Really hot.”

I finally get the thing secured. I don’t know what to say.

She opens her arms to me, desperation and welcome glowing in those sparkling forest greens. I take just a second to appreciate her body, splayed out naked on the bed, not haphazardly, but with an almost feline grace. Her skin is so pale and perfect, unmarred by scars, untouched by ink. If she had either of those things, she’d be every bit as beautiful, but all that delicate, untouched, unmapped terrain makes me swallow nervously. I’m half afraid that I’ll sully her just be touching her. Leave black, sooty marks behind where my fingertips lingered.

One cinnamon brow arches. Her nose wrinkles and her freckles jump before they realign themselves. “What are you thinking about?”

I shake my head. “Nothing.”

I kneel on the bed, trailing my hand up her inner thigh until I reach her soaked, swollen center. I soak my fingers in her wetness, teasing her again, but lubricating my own length.

She watches me intently before she raises her arms over her head and arches her back, nipples pointed straight to the ceiling, abs flexing, all her curves redefined in mouthwatering glory.

“Do you want to hear my darkest secret?” she purrs, eyes heavy lidded.

I nod.

She doesn’t make me wait. She’s already decided that she can trust me with it, which scores my chest like a hot blade. “I don’t even know if I even believe in god. Between my religious studies classes, taught from a more secular standpoint, andstudying so much science… but I- if there’s something out there, I think that it meant for us to be here right now.”

My eyes are doing something weird. They’re hot and grainy, itching at the backs and the corners, prickling like a sneeze trapped in my nose.

Our gazes lock, the world grinding to an aching halt. “Will you come inside me?”

My cock kicks at her question, at the deep level of trust there, besides her carnal hunger.

“If that’s what you want.”

She surges up and grasps my hand, pulling me down to meet her. Her legs lock around my waist, her hands grasping my shoulders. She kisses me slowly, but beneath the soft passion is the metallic tang of need.

I reach between us and fit my cock to her entrance. She was tight around my tongue. I know that she’s small. In the dick department, I’m well above average.

When I pause, she reaches between us. She smiles up at me as she runs her fingers over my length, feeling where we’re about to be joined. She’s so innocent and so bold. She might have read about this, might know all about it from a biological standpoint, but it’s different in reality. Her sweet exploration and all the unspoken, burning questions that she’s answering for herself, is so hot that I can barely keep it together.

“I’m not afraid,” she whispers in my ear. “You can go fast or slow, but I need you. I need you filling me up.

I groan, my cock aching to be sheathed to the hilt inside of her, my balls begging for release.

She wriggles underneath me, tilting her hips up at the same time that mine instinctively surge forward.

Her head arches back, nails digging into my back muscles.

“Oh,” she moans at the way she stretches around my tip. “Oh…”

I make a fist where I’m holding myself up, nearly breaking under the urge to push all the way forward. Just that inch is so fucking good. Even with the condom, she’s so hot, tight, and slick. It’s far from a zero sensation situation for me.

She wriggles against me, gasping, “Please, Crow. Please.”

I watch her face, her closed eyes, her thick copper lashes, her parted lips and heaving breaths, as a slowly press forward another inch, then another. There’s nothing on her face but naked pleasure. No pinch or sudden biting of her lip so she can power through the pain.

I give her everything until my entire length is sheathed inside of her.

Her eyes flicker open, “Weird, I guess I was expecting pain or something…” she murmurs. “Although, maybe not. I’m so old already that it probably just shriveled up and turned to dust.” She snorts, shocking the hell out of me. “Seriously, though. I’ve had two pap tests already and I did all the school sports in gym class as well as horseback riding at Bible camp. I suppose anything like that could have actually been the culprit.” She turns her heavy lidded eyes up to me and the uncertainty I see there is heartbreaking. “Is that disappointing?”

“Fuck no!” I pepper her chin with open mouthed kisses and then claim her lips. “Never.” I stroke her tongue with mine, mimicking my first movements inside of her, drawing back andthrusting forward, dragging my dick along her walls and pushing back in until I bottom out. “I’m so fucking relieved that I don’t have to hurt you. Virginity is just a goddamn social construct anyway.”

“Hmm,” she moans, tilting her chin back up and losing herself in the sensation. “Mmm.”

Not every man wants to deflower a virgin. Honestly, it was a terrifying thought. It’s heavy enough that I’m her first. She’s wearing her ring on my finger. Is that real? Could it be? Do I want it to be? Does she? Could we make it work, even if it never should have happened, even if we agreed that it’s just convenient for the moment? Can I take her back to real life? Make space for her not just in my house, but claim her openly as my old lady? It seems nearly impossible that she’d want that, that she’d want me,as fucked up as I am, that she’d wantRaven, but here we are.

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