Page 82 of Crow's Haven
We kick off our shoes and step onto the pallet. She grabs a wine cooler, and I pop the top off a beer. We sit with our legs tangled, sipping and grinning like fools, passing lazy kisses between drinks, and touching. We’re always touching. That’s the one consistent thing going on between us no matter where we are. Her hand is on my thigh. Mine is tracing her soft shoulder. Her foot rubbing my shin.
By the time her cooler’s half gone, she’s leaning into me, voice low and teasing.
“Now that I’m officially your fiancée,” she purrs, “are you going to let me get on top again?”
I set my beer down, twist and pin her flat on the blankets with one smooth motion, my weight heavy over hers, hips settling between her legs.
“Oh, I’m gonna let you ride my thick cock all night long, baby,” I growl, kissing her throat. “But right now, I wanna take my time, taste my girl and fuck her slow until she’s begging for it rough.”
She gasps, her back arching under me. “Crow—”
“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” I mutter into her neck, dragging my tongue along her pulse. “Taking you out here, your legs wrapped around me, these candles flickering while I put my mouth in all the good places.”
She moans, fingers clawing at the hem of my shirt. “Take it off. Please,” she begs with a note of desperation in her voice.
I strip fast, tossing my tee somewhere behind me. Her hands are on my chest the second it’s gone, fingers trailing down over my tattoos, to my stomach. I growl with lust when her nails graze the trail of hair under my bellybutton.
Her sundress goes next. I take my damn time. Lifting it slow, I kiss every inch of her belly and ribs as it’s revealed. When I get to the swell of her breasts, I realize she’s not wearing a bra, and when I see her perfect, hard, dusky nipples, a throaty groan escapes from the back of my throat. Taking one into my mouth, I suck gently, then rougher, just to hear the way her breath catches.
“God,” she pants, twisting under me. “I love your mouth.”
“Wait till I get it between your thighs.”
I tear her panties in one go and settle between her legs. She’s bare, glistening already, and the scent of her makes my cock throb against my jeans.
I spread her open with my fingers and slide my tongue slowly over her clit. She jerks, moans, thighs clamping around my shoulders. I chuckle, lick her again, suck her clit into my mouth and hum against it.
She’s shaking already.
“You’re gonna come for me like this,” I mutter. “Real loud. And then I’m gonna fuck you so deep you’re gonna scream my name loud enough to scare the forest creatures.”
“Jesus—Crow—yes—”
I slide a finger inside her, curling it towards that sweet spot. I know what my Ladybug likes, and I always make sure she comes on my tongue before she gets my cock. Her hips buck. Her fingers grip my hair. I keep licking, keep sucking, adding a second finger, pressing harder. She goes wild under me, breathy little gasps turning to filthy moans as I grind my tongue into her.
“Right there. Don’t stop—please, please.” Just then, a strangled cry breaks from her lips, her legs trembling, her pussy clenching tight around my fingers. Her orgasm crashes through her, strong enough to make her whole body convulse. I don’t fucking stop for anything. I keep working her through it, licking her until she’s sobbing my name and pushing at my shoulders, too sensitive to take more.
I finally crawl back up her body, kiss her cheek, her jaw, her lips.
“You good?” I whisper.
She grabs my face with both hands. “I’m better than good. You’re amazing.”
I shove my jeans down, my cock already hard as rebar. She reaches between us, stroking me slowly, thumb sliding over the tip, and I hiss through my teeth.
“You want me inside you?”
“Absolutely,” she breathes. “Right now.”
She places the head of my cock at her entrance, and I press just the head against her slick heat, and push in every so slowly. Like always, her eyes widen. She wraps her legs around me more fully and her arms cling to my shoulders. She holds her breath, as I sink deeper, inch by thick inch.
When I bottom out, we both stop to catch our breath.
“Look at me,” I whisper.
She does, her gaze riveted on the way we fit together.
“I love you,” I say, voice wrecked. “So fucking much.”
