His lips ripped from mine, going down the side of my neck instead, making little butterflies take flight in my belly even as my hands started to work his button and zipper free.
His entire body was tensed, anticipating, as my hand moved inside to free his cock from his pants and boxer briefs.
He was thick and long and straining in my hand, velvety soft skin and heat and barely controlled need.
A groan escaped him as my hand closed around him and stroked him to the hilt.
“Fuck,” he hissed, resting his forehead to mine as I kept stroking him.
He seemed perfectly content to let me continue exploring him like he’d explored me.
But the throbbing ache between my thighs reminded me of what I’d been thinking about relentlessly almost since meeting him.
The feel of him inside of me.
“Crow,” I whispered, closing my eyes, finding myself awkward when it came to saying what I wanted. “I want to feel you,” I added.
“You are feeling me,” he reminded me. “This can be enough. I’m not in a rush,” he added.
He was giving me an out.
Which was sweet.
And wholly unnecessary.
There wasn’t a hesitant or uncertain bone in my body.
I needed to feel him inside me.
“Please,” I said, watching his eyes snap open, the primal passion there making my sex clench hard in anticipation.
He gave me a barely noticeable nod as his hand went behind him, fishing in his pocket for his wallet and, presumably, a condom.
He pulled away then for just a moment, protecting us, then looking up at me again for confirmation.
My leg lifted, slipping around his lower back as my hand reached for his cock, pulling him toward me.
I slid him against me for a moment, coating him with my need, then pressing him against the entrance to my body before releasing him, both of my hands going around his neck instead, holding on as his cock slid inside of me, inch by thick inch.
There was a pinch, my body’s proof of how long it had been, that was quickly gone as the fullness of him settled deep, taking every last inch of me.
Beneath my hands, Crow was practically shaking with his barely-contained need.
My hips rocked against him, making my head fall back with a moan at the friction.
That seemed to be his undoing.
One of his hands went to my ass of the leg that was wrapped around him, holding me against him. The other lifted and settled at the side of my neck, hard, possessive, and forcing me to keep my chin up, to keep my gaze on his.
And then he started to fuck me.
Slowly at first, testing out my reaction, then harder and faster as the need swelled through our systems.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled as his hips slammed against mine, as his cock thrust inside me. “Feel your pussy squeezing my cock?” he asked, and the words made me tighten around him even more.
“I’m…” I started, feeling the start of the spasms.
“Come. Come for me,” he demanded. “Squeeze my cock,” he growled.
Then, just like that, I was.
The fullness made the orgasm even more intense, almost painful as the waves crashed through me again and again.
I expected to take him with me.
But as I came back down, he was still hard and straining inside me, his gaze as intense as ever.
“Come with me,” he demanded, grabbing my other leg, hiking it around his back as he moved us away from the car.
I didn’t know where we were going.
As it turned out, not far.
Just into the open expanse that was my front yard, where he lowered himself flat on his back with me settled on him.
“Ride me,” he demanded, his hands grabbing my hips and yanking them forward on him once, making a gasp escape me at the sensation.
My hips moved tentatively at first as Crow’s hands left my hips, gathered the bottom of my shirt, and started to pull it upward, then off of my body.
He went for my bra next, undoing the clasps and tossing it to the side.
He wasn’t done, though.
No.
His hands went back down, gathering my skirt, and stretching the elastic waistband wide so he could slide it up and off of me as well, leaving me naked above him.
Naked.
Right there in the open.
With his cock buried deep inside of me.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt quite as powerful as I did right then.
Crow’s hips rocked up into mine, impatient for movement as I savored the moment.
It wasn’t long, though, before the need overtook me as well, leaving me riding him as he continued to thrust up into me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said as his hands roamed up my belly to teased over my breasts, to touch my hair, to slide back down. Like he couldn’t get enough of touching me.
My sex got tighter and tighter around him as the orgasm built.