Page 16 of Crew

He leaned closer, his lips brushing hers. “I want you too. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.”

Her stomach flipped and heat rushed through her. How could she feel so turned on by kisses and sweet words? But she was, and it was a phenomenal feeling.

The truth was she trusted Crew even though she didn’t know him well. They were soulmates and there was something emotionally charged about everything they did because they were meant to be together.

He slid his hands to her waist and drew her close, kissing her deeply. She melted against him, tangling her fingers in his hair.

He slid his hands down her sides and up underneath the sundress, lifting it slowly as he made his way up her body. Even though she didn’t want to stop the kiss that was driving her wild, she moved away and stretched her arms up so he could lift the dress over her head. She’d worn only panties under the dress, silky pale blue ones that had felt so good against her skin when she’d put them on.

She reached for his shirt and helped him take it off, and she was momentarily speechless at his muscular body, every inch of him chiseled to perfection.

“Come here,” she whispered, giving a tug to his shoulder. She pulled him down to the bed and straddled his waist, feeling the press of his erection through his pants and her panties, and for a brief moment, she felt a buzz of pleasure shoot through her.

She leaned down and kissed his chest, exploring his muscles with her fingers and lips, as he ran his fingers over her upper body and made her skin tingle. She kissed her way up to his lips and he let out a growling sigh at the contact.

He tugged on her hips and she broke the kiss with a groan and met his gaze.

“Come up here, let me taste you,” he said with a rough voice.

With his help, she leaned on the headboard, positioning herself over his head. He ran his hands over her bottom and thighs, then he pulled her panties to one side, and with his free hand, he pulled her to his mouth. She let out a low moan as his tongue slipped between her folds and lapped at her like she was the best thing he’d ever tasted. He flicked her clit, sending a riot of shivers through her, and then delved his tongue into her heat. He played with her, licking and sucking her, driving her right to the brink of pleasure as he found just the right way to touch her and lick her, until she was mindlessly moaning his name, her toes curled against his sides and her whole body trembling.

“Crew, Crew, please,” she whimpered, wiggling her hips and chasing his tongue to hit just the right place on her clit that he seemed to enjoy barely touching.

“Ready to fly, sweetheart?” he murmured against her heated flesh.

“Yes!”

He flicked his tongue over her clit and sank two fingers into her pussy, sending her soaring to the height of pleasure. As he found just the right spots to push her over the edge, she closed her eyes as pleasure poured over her and her climax struck, deep and reverberating and making every nerve ending in her body sing. She cried out his name as she came, twitching and writhing on him as he wrung out every last ounce of pleasure from her orgasm.

And then she was on her back on the bed, her panties airborne and the sound of his zipper lowering barely registering above the roar of blood in her ears. He grasped his cock and pressed it against her, covering her body with his own as he thrust in deeply, gritting his teeth with a groan.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby,” he said in her ear, biting gently on her neck and breathing hard.

She wrapped her arms around his chest and drew her legs up, hooking her ankles at his back and pulling him even deeper. They both groaned.

She tilted her head and kissed him, their tongues dancing together as he moved inside her, pulling out and pushing in, a hard rhythm that sent little waves of pleasure through her. She dug her nails into his back and held on as he fucked her hard and fast. Lowering her feet to the bed, she tilted her hips to meet his thrusts, the bed shaking every time they came together.

Heat built in her, a swirling mass of hot pleasure that wasn’t like anything she’d ever experienced before. Crew knew exactly how to touch her, how to hold her just right so every time he thrust forward, he hit her clit and made her pussy clench.

He moved faster and harder, and then he grabbed the flesh between her neck and shoulder in his teeth and bit, groaning loudly as he came inside her. His mark made her neck throb and she smiled at him as he sat up, still buried deep.

Placing his thumb on her clit, he said, “Come for me again, Zara. I want to feel it around my cock.”

She wasn’t sure she could come again, but he rubbed her clit and growled sweet encouraging words at her, his cock spasming inside her. He was thick and long and stretched her body in the best of ways. His thumb rubbing her clit fast felt so good, she wanted to come again but also never wanted it to stop.

He leaned forward a little and reached for her breasts, playing with her nipples and adding another layer of sensation. As heat bloomed inside her again, her stomach flipping like a pancake at breakfast and her vision blurring, she bit her lip as she came, her body locking up in a spiral of pleasure.

“Yes, hell yes, you’re so fucking sexy, Zara.” He leaned down and kissed her, cupping her face. “So very mine.”

“You’re mine too,” she said, her voice rough from shouting her pleasure.

Easing from her body, he slid next to her with a groan and held her close. He kissed the bruise he’d left on her neck and whispered, “Sweet soulmate, I’ll never get enough of you.”

She was certain she’d never get enough of him either.

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Zara didn’t want to leave Crew’s arms after their night tumbling in the sheets, but she had to pee, so she extracted herself from his warm embrace and hurried to the attached bathroom.

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