Page 46 of A Murderous Crow
She had a hidden talent for this… one I would definitely exploit for myself in the future. I was suddenly glad there were times when Savvy Savannah had a smart mouth. It would give me plenty of excuses to fill it.
I mean, it’s not like I didn’t have any interest in returning the favor. She was sweet as a summer peach and tasted like sunshine herself.
She sat back on her heels, blushing faintly, and running a fingertip at the edge of her lips to neaten up any smudged lipstick. She was beautiful, her blonde hair faintly mussed from where I’d held it back from her face to watch her.
“Get up here,” I ordered, and she clambered a bit awkwardly to her feet. She stepped close, and I reached up under her skirt and whisked her panties down her legs.
“Whoa.” She covered herself, down there, with an uneasy laugh, and gripped the light and flowy material of her dress.
“Come here.” I had her step out of the scrap of lace and satin and pulled her down into my lap. Her dress’s skirt was between us, which was annoying, but not what I was after quite yet. I captured the back of her neck with my hand and dragged her mouth to mine, kissing her soundly. The way she relaxed against me and fell into the kiss wasamazing,and as soon as my cock recovered and got with it, stiffening up again, I just had to be inside her.
She melded the front of her body to mine beautifully, her mouth soft against my own, tongues dancing. It was unique to have her taller than me from our respective positions on the couch, and I couldn’t say I disliked it.
She rubbed herself against me, and she was already hot and wet, causing my excitement to rise. I thrust my hips beneath her, causing a delicious friction that did nothing to whet either of our sexual appetites. Despite having just gotten off literally moments before, I was ravenous and needed to be inside of hernow.
Thankfully, my cock got with it, and I was already starting to grow hard again. I wrapped my arms around her, and guided her up onto her knees so things had a chance to line up. When she came back down, it was more than perfect, and I unintentionally slid right in – no barriers, which Ihadn’tintended. I was a man of my word after all, but both of us needed a moment at the unexpected contact.
She felt so phenomenallygood,I couldn’t deny wanting to savor the moment and linger a little longer. I froze, and she froze, and our gazes met.
“I have a condom in my pocket, I didn’t mean to—” I wasn’t exactly apologizing, but rather was still trying to at least explain myself when she did the hottest thing imaginable.
“Fuck it,” she said and rolled her hips, her mouth crashing down over mine.
Well, alright then!
Part of me knew it was potentially a bad idea, but I was wholly in the moment and couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to, which was jarring all on its own when I prided myself so much on my near limitless self-control.
I guess she’d just found my limit.
She rode me, and it was a thing of beauty – the way she leaned tall, gathering her hair and holding it off her neck, sweat lightly dewing her skin in a light wash over her decolletage.
It was hot in here. The airflow from the system wasn’t quite doing what it was supposed to in the small room. Either that, or the heat rising between us couldn’t be contained.
Shit, I didn’t care. My hands were on her hips, encouraging her rise and fall, her back-and-forth, and the way she came down androlledthose hips?
Goddamn.
It was as though she’d found her inner siren, and it was hot as hell.
She went until her legs trembled with fatigue from the unfamiliar workout. When she began to falter in her rhythm, when both of us were maddeningly high and about to make that shining plunge, I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her, thrusting up into her wet heat with a near brutal pace. The friction growing, her panting breathy cries reaching a sweet crescendo, both of us shuddered with a mutual completion of our satisfaction.
I couldn’t even begin to explain how fucking good it felt to fill her pulsating twat with my essence.
Fuck it felt good. Too fucking good, and also, too fucking real.
“Shit, I shouldn’t have done that,” I said, gasping as she folded into me and I held her close.
“I’m on a shot,” she gasped out. “God, that felt so good.”
“Won’t happen again,” I grunted, and smoothed a hand down her back.
“Mm,” was her non-committal reply.
We sat quietly, my cock softening and slipping out of her, a rush of our combined love pooling between us a little uncomfortably.
“We need to clean up.” I grabbed a wad of tissues from the end table beside the couch and shoved them into her hand, gathering her skirt up out of the way so she could get up the worst of it.
We both laughed a little uncomfortably at the initial cleanup, and I took the soggy Kleenex from her and tossed it in the wastebasket under the table, satisfied when I heard the light rumple of the grocery bag that lined it.
