“You’re beautiful, Fay,” he said.
For all his teasing, the look in his eyes said he wasn’t going to walk away. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.
“Yeah, yeah, enough of that. Less talk, more action.”
“You’re also bossy.”
“Hey, I’ve waited a lifetime for this. Oh... Oh...”
That bastard really knew how to shut me up. The way he ran his fingers under the elastic of my panties and slipped them inside—how could I talk when he was doing that?
I’d become so swollen from all his kissing and touching that when he touched my clit, I almost screamed. Then he pressed harder, and I did scream.
Even with my senses slipping away from me, I had enough hold on reality to know I didn’t want anyone else on this tour hearing that scream.
I crammed my fist in my mouth.
But Crow removed my fist and kissed me, working me with his fingers the whole time. Oh, that swirly thing he did—I almost screamed again, even with his lips on mine.
I humped myself against him.
As he rubbed harder, I bit his lip. I couldn’t help myself. I bit and thrashed and arched.
As he pushed me over the edge, I had no idea what I was doing. The whole world had gone purple and red and a million other colors I couldn’t even describe. Holy God, I’d never known anything could feel so good.
I wanted to tell him, but I could only gasp for air. Words couldn’t form in my mind. I grasped at him, digging my fingers into his shoulders before I flopped back on the bed.
“Good?” he asked.
I nodded. “Umm... good.”
That was all my addled brain could manage. But, yeah, it was good. It was so far beyond good.
“I want you,” I said.
Suddenly, I felt shy. I couldn’t say the words, but I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to do all the things to me. Whatever he wanted.
“I’m not sure we should go further,” he said. “You’re so young.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I told him, my senses coming back. “I mean it, Crow.”
“You’re sure?”
“God, yes. I’m legal and consenting. What more do you need?”
“Condom,” he said.
Didn’t he have any? I sure didn’t. Why didn’t I? I should’ve planned ahead. Then he got something out of his pocket. I heard the foil crinkle.
“Lucky,” I said.
He laughed. Had he been teasing again?
“You’d better have more than one of those,” I told him. “A lot more.”
Then I gasped, because he’d stripped out of his clothes. A naked Crow was much better than I’d ever imagined. I’d seen his body naked in parts before, but not the whole thing.
There were so many things I wanted to do to that body. Those thighs on their own were enough to send me to heaven. I wanted to kiss those thighs and lick them. And his arms. And that stomach. Oh, man.
But I’d do all that later, because my gaze had moved to his cock, and if I’d wanted him before, I’d become a desperate mess now.
I reached out to stroke it, feeling it quiver beneath my touch. Oh, that felt nice. I wanted to keep touching it, but he’d rolled the condom on. The slimy latex covered the velvety skin.
He lowered himself on top of me, close enough for me to kiss his neck, where the skin was all salty and sweet. He balanced on his elbows, his hands stroking my face.
Then he edged his cock, not quite entering me, just teasing my entrance. This teasing thing had gone way too far. I raised myself up to him, trying to drive him in farther, but he retreated. He wasn’t going to let me control this, no matter what.
I hooked my leg around him, not letting him get too far away.
He inhaled, then edged himself in deeper. I cried out, half in pain from the size of him and half in pleasure.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes! Don’t stop.”
He moved slowly inside me, still teasing. I moved with him, trying to slow my urging to match his. The pain ceased as he filled me, leaving only pleasure. So much pleasure.
The gentle thrusting became more urgent.
Even though I’d hated that Crow wanted to go slow, this felt so right. It was so much more than just sex. I didn’t know where I ended and Crow started. The two of us blurred together into one.