Page 38 of A Murderous Crow
He turned onto his back and pulled me in, so that I lay my head on his chest and shoulder, and slid his arm closest to me under me to hold me.
I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of his beating heart, and it was his turn to sigh.
“How is it I’ve been the one to introduce you to so many things?” he asked, and I had to chuckle then.
“I guess I’ve lived a sheltered life,” I murmured.
“Intriguing.” He sounded thoughtful then, and I fully expected the prying to begin any moment.
Instead, he slid me off him onto my back and leaned over the top of me.
“They say practice makes perfect,” he whispered in my ear, and then his mouth was over mine, andthis time, I could touch him. I cradled his face between my hands as our lips met, and tongues danced, and he lay over the top of me, pressing his erection to the apex of my thighs, rubbing it against my pussy lips, but not penetrating. No, he teased me, humping me in that way that made you want to scream and beg for him to put himself inside you.
I whimpered into his mouth. He unbuttoned his shirt that I wore, parting the material and moving the onslaught of his mouth to my right breast, kneading it with his hand, sucking on the tight little bud of my nipple, and grasping it between his teeth, pulling it away from me with a heat in his molten gaze that left no illusion that he could hurt me, and badly, but he was being kind.
That look stole my breath away and made my pussy clench with need.
I had no notion as to why I was the way I was, in that it turned me on sofuckingmuch.
He moved to my other breast, giving it equal treatment, and I gasped, tangling my fingers in his hair, and pushing him down my body. I wanted that mouth on my clit. I wanted him inside me anyway that I could get. Fingers, cock, tongue, I didn’t care as long as he made me feel good to the point that the thoughts sank into the oblivion of dark pleasure that he brought me.
Round three was no less intense than round one or round two, but he took his time more with arousing me – his hands exploring as much as his mouth, his lips leaving bits of fire in their wake. He pressed them lightly to my skin, his breath warmand just as enticing, fogging the rest of my senses as much as my sense of touch.
I expected his hair to be stiff with gel, given how he had it slicked back, but it wasn’t. Instead, he used some sort of pomade that left it feeling somewhere between velvet and silk. Likewise, his beard was conditioned, which I found out when I gently grasped his face between my hands to drag his lips to mine.
Kissing him was unique.
I’d never kissed someone I had disliked so immensely before – and it was a strange sort of cognitive dissonance. Like in the front of my head, I knew that I shouldn’t be so accommodating or evenwantto put my lips to his, but then there was the part of me that sank into the kiss gratefully. A part of me that yearned for his hands on my skin and his body over mine, and to feel so…
I didn’t know what to call it.
Safe? It certainly feltgood, but safe didn’t seem to be the right word at all. It was another bit of cognitive dissonance. I suppose thrilling was a better word. As though I played with fire, or that I sat in some big cat’s enclosure. It was like petting a wolf, or having a bird of prey perched above me, talons digging ever so softly into tender flesh.
I was well aware he could hurt me. Maybe even that he wanted to hurt me – but deep down I knew I could trust that he wouldn’t.
Dangerous…it was a dangerous thrill being in Corbett Prescott’s bed, and even though it was exhilarating, it was also frightening and a myriad of other things, not all of them good.
Still, I felt like Eve tasting the poison fruit the way he kissed me, capturing my bottom lip between his teeth and biting down just enough to let me feel the sharpness of his teeth, relenting only when I gasped.
I swear he sipped at the fear on that slight exhalation of breath, and in doing so seemed to draw a strength or resolvefrom it, his body overtaking mine, and pressing me back into the mattress and mound of pillows behind my head.
I felt the hard length of his body press against mine, velvet-wrapped iron, as he teased my pussy lips apart and slid up and down my sex, rubbing against my clit.
I moaned into his mouth, a begging, whimpering sound, and I was surprised to find that I positivelyachedfor him to ride me, to put his length inside me, and to drive me into the softness beneath me.
I just wanted to touch him while he did it.
He tore his mouth from mine and reached into the bedside table to get a condom. I boldly played with my pussy, biting my bottom lip between my teeth as I watched him tear open the foil packet to roll the latex down his hard length – and myGoddid this man have a beautiful penis.
Seriously, it was a work of art the way it pulsed and throbbed against his stomach as he brought the rubber to its head, weeping precum at its tip. He deftly rolled the condom down his length and made sure it was snug at its base before allowing himself to fall forward over the top of me; one hand bracing over my shoulder, the other guiding his thick cock to my entrance.
I moved my hand and rolled my hips up off the bed in offering to him, even as his mouth captured mine once again. It was almost too perfect the way his body met mine, and he slid into it.
I twined my arms around him, and my legs followed suit, wrapping around his narrow hips that fit more than perfectly between my own as he surged into me with a groan that tasted like excellence against my tongue.
He delved his arms beneath me and held me close as he worked himself in and out of me, rotating his hips just so as our mutual breaths deepened and dragged the passion from thehidden depths of our being. For the first time since entering into thisarrangement, I felt a spark of real connection.
I held onto him and nurtured that spark into a lick of flame even as he licked along my bottom lip and kissed along my jaw.
