Page 34 of Crow's Haven
Her fingers slide into my hair, pulling me closer. I fucking love everything about getting close to her. It sends heat spiraling down my spine, igniting the kind of raw lust I ain’t felt in a long damn time with a woman.
My hand slips around to the back of her neck, my thumb stroking the beat of her pulse, feeling it quicken beneath my touch. Her breath is soft, warm, and full of surrender. The second her lips part, I deepen the kiss until that last bit of caution I’ve been holding onto gives way to white hot desire. She melts into my arms, her body softening everywhere I touch. I can feel her barriers crumbling with each slow, exploring brush of our tongues.
I might be shooting for slow and deliberate, but our kiss quickly heats up. Since she’s so accommodating, I kiss her like I’ve wanted to since I saw her sleeping in that rusted-out car, hair tangled, cheeks smudged with tears.
When we finally pull apart, her eyes are darker, pupils blown wide, lips kiss-bitten and wet. She’s breathless, dazed, a beautiful fucking mess and now she’s mine, I think triumphantly.
“I’m falling hard and fast for you, Ladybug,” I say, my voice heavy with emotion. “I want you to be my woman.”
She studies my face for a long moment, eyes searching mine, vulnerable and exposed. Then she nods softly. “Me too. And it scares the hell out of me.”
“I’m courageous enough for both of us,” I whisper before pressing another soft kiss to her lips, lingering just a moment before pulling back. Her answering smile is small but growing more confident by the minute.
Wordlessly, I come to my feet, reach down to take her hand, and guide her gently to her feet. She moves into my arms easily, like she belongs there. It almost feels like she’s been waiting for permission to come closer.
I lift her effortlessly, and she wraps her arms around my neck, eyes wide and trusting. Her weight feels right in my arms, warm and delicate yet strong enough to break through every barrier I’ve spent years building.
She holds onto me as I carry her down the hallway, pausing only briefly to glance towards the boys’ closed doors. I make sure they’re still asleep. The room is still silent, dark, and undisturbed.
In my bedroom, the moonlight filters through the half-open blinds. That’s more than enough light for me to get our clothing off, so I don’t bother turning on another light. I lower her carefully onto the bed, following close enough that our bodies stay connected. She looks up at me with vulnerability showing in her expression. Only this time there’s no hesitation, no question of her place in my life. She’s my old lady now. I’ll put her in my cut the first chance I get, but for right now, it’s enough that she said yes.
Our first time has to be sweet, ‘cause she deserves that from me. So, I take my time, touching her gently, learning thecurves of her waist, the slope of her hip beneath her clothes. Each touch draws quiet sighs, whispers of encouragement. Our mouths meet again, deeper this time, exploring each other with growing heat and intensity. Her fingers drift down my back, pulling me closer as I settle beside her, bodies pressing together, perfectly aligned.
Our kisses deepen, unhurried but hungry, each careful touch drawing out quiet moans and gasps. She moves against me, her body arching into my touch, seeking more, trusting me enough to let go completely.
Piece by piece, our clothes fall away. Each removed layer feels like another wall crumbling between us. Her skin is warm beneath my hands. I can’t seem to stop touching her, exploring her body. I need to find out what she likes, what turns her on and makes her moan with pleasure. She whispers my name, when my lips trail softly down her neck. I linger along her collarbone, pausing just long enough to feel her pulse beneath my tongue.
“This is what I’ve been wanting,” she whispers.
“You sure about that?” I murmur against her skin, my fingers drifting lower, teasing just above her mound.
“Yeah,” she whispers back, bold now. “Of course I am.”
That’s all I need to hear. I kiss my way down her body. When I reach her cunt, I spread her open and groan at the sight. Fuck, she’s dripping.
I lick her slowly at first, using broad, teasing strokes with my tongue over her clit. Feeling her react, learning what makes her squirm, and what makes her moan. When I press a finger into her and curl it, hunting for that sweet spot, she bucks.
“Right there,” she gasps. “Oh God—don’t stop.”
I don’t. Instead, go to town, enjoying the scent and flavor of her pussy against my tongue. It thrills the fuck outta me that she gets excited really fast. It means I’m good at figuring out what she likes. I keep running my tongue around her clit and gently tapping her g-spot until she convulses in her first orgasm of the night.
She comes with a cry, her thighs clamping around my head. But I don’t stop, keeping my rhythm going, tongue flicking, finger pumping, until she’s sobbing my name into the sheets and coming again, this time messier.
When she tugs me up and one hand reaches between our bodies to give me a long, slow stroke, I’m ready in an instant. I’m already hard to the point of bursting from licking her sweet pussy.
I’m truly shocked at how badly I want this woman. I need her in ways I didn’t realize until tonight. Not just for my boys or because she makes my house feel like a home. Not just because her laughter fills the silence or because her presence calms the chaos. But because she makes me believe in love again.
“You ready for my cock?” I ask without a hint of shame.
She looks up at me and nods, “Yes, sir. I’d be mighty proud to ride your cock tonight.”
I laugh at her fake southern belle voice. It’s all kinds of cute. My woman’s being playful when she’s naked and vulnerable. That’s an amazing turn on for me.
In honor of the occasion, I roll us over and put her on top, so she can ride my cock like she said. She’s all awkward arms and legs for a minute, as she gets her balance and begins bearing down on my cock. I hold her hips to give her that extrabit of balance as she bounces up and down. I’m in the mood for something slow and close, with our bodies touching but I let her do her thing, because this is absolutely fucking magnificent as well. I come once and encourage her to keep going for number two. Eventually, we wear ourselves out and she collapses on top of me. We stay like that for a bit because it feels incredibly intimate. After a while, I lift her off me and tuck her under the blankets at my side.
She’s more beautiful than she knows, especially now lying here in my bed. She drifts off to sleep beside me, her breathing slow and even. I watch her in silence, mesmerized by how relaxed she looks now, compared to the guarded woman who stood in my kitchen this morning, careful not to show an ounce of vulnerability.
Life doesn’t get any better than having my Ladybug curled against me, after a nice long bout of sex. As I close my eyes, holding her close, a quiet promise forms inside me, a vow to protect her and this relationship come what may. For the first time in years, I let myself dream of a future that feels possible, one with the woman who brings out the very best in me.
