Page 3 of Valentine's Day Treasure

She panted his name. “Crew.”

“Doll,” he said against her nipple, keeping up the cycle, wanting her begging.

“Crew,” she panted again, bucking her hips again, trying to guide him where she wanted him.

Crew withdrew his hand completely and moved up her body. He took her lips in a rough and needy kiss. He pulled his hand up her body, lightly caressing her neck and hair. He let go of her wrists, although he kept a gentle hold on her hand, entwining their fingers. She didn’t seem to notice she was free, kissing him back hungrily, sliding her wrists along his palm, moving against him, breathing his own name into his mouth.

Good girl,he said inher mind, and for that, you get the rewards.

He moved his hand down her body, caressing, grasping, massaging, while they kissed like first-date lovers. Finally, after a slow and leisurely trip around all her sensitive spots, he settled his hand where she wanted it, right on her clit, which pulsed hotly. Dahlia rubbed against him as best she could and he took pity on her, holding pressure so she could try her best to get off on his hand, but when her movements tightened and her breath quickened, he pulled his hand away.

Dahlia realized her hands were free and she reached for Crew. He grabbed her wrists again and forced them over her head, this time with her elbows bent. He held her tight, moving on top of her again, nudging her legs apart with his knees.

She grinned slyly at him and raised her hips. He considered teasing her more, but decided he was done, for now. He pressed her to the bed with his body and positioned himself, holding his cock with one hand and dragging it through her wetness, then swirling the head of it around her clit a few times.

“Oh,” she cried, pulling back at first, then pushing forward, moving against him, going for leverage and motion.

He worked her for a minute or two, watching her face, whispering her name, calling her beautiful and sexy. When she looked like she might come, he moved his cock down, then pushed inside her, slowly, inch by tight, swollen inch.

She cried out, then cried his name, her expression looking like she was in pain, but then it smoothed out, and when he was in as deep as she could take him, her face had gone sublime, teasing even. She lifted her chin, wanting a kiss, and he dipped his head for it, focused only on her, her body, her pleasure. He thrust into her, then pulled out slowly, alternating between fast and slow, hard and soft, gentle and rough.

She bucked her hips, and called out, her voice breathy and sensuous. “Don’t stop, do that, just like that…”

He stopped. He pulled out, and went down on her.

She pouted. “Crew!” but then she softened. “Crew…”Her hands crept to his head and pulled on his hair as she tried to steer him.

He took her hands and held them by her sides, licking at her softest spots until she begged him to stop. He could go far longer than she could.

“Please, Crew, please.”

He growled his approval, long and low in the quiet room, talking to her inruhiall the while.Of course, Doll, anything you want.

He released her and moved up her body, kneeing her legs apart again, grabbing his cock and putting it right in the sweetest spot, then thrusting in once, drawing out slowly, then teasing back in and setting up a steady rhythm for his Doll. Soon she was panting, grabbing the blankets, and bucking her hips against him, and then she was coming beautifully on his cock, crying out sweetly.

She fell back, sated. He stared at her beautiful face as he continued to thrust in and out of her, working his way toward his own orgasm.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, as he came, spilling his cum inside her. She held him tight, as his waves of pleasure mixed with the last of hers. He relaxed on the bed, partially draped over his mate.

“So good,” he said, relaxed enough to fall asleep immediately.

Dahlia murmured something he was too blissed out to understand.

“Uh huh,” he said as he rolled off to the side, then kissed her on her bare shoulder.

Dahlia kissed him back, on his chest first, then his cheek, then she got up and went to the bathroom. Crew lay there, watching her. When she came back, she went to the reading chair and picked up her e-reader.

Crew meant to say one more thing to her, but then his eyes shut and he drifted off to sleep.

4—Ruined Plans

Sleep.

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Dreams.

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