Page 51 of The Grief We Hold

I leave a hickey right next to her clit.

I want there to be no mistake when she wakes in the morning that we collided tonight.

Raven grips my hair tighter than the reins on a runaway horse. She enjoys the pleasure I’m giving her with every part of her body. Her knees fold up by my ears, her tits jiggle, her chest rises and falls rapidly.

“Oh, God,” she cries.

There’s a tone of wonder.

I double down, lapping her and then sucking on her clit so hard I know she’s going to ache tomorrow.

It’s so fucking hot, I grind my cock into the mattress. It’s not enough to ease the steady throb of blood pulsing through it.

But it’s what it takes to get this woman to the edge and over.

She comes hard all over my tongue, and I lap it up.

I split the difference between bringing her down slowly and needing to feel my cock inside her.

I climb back up her body, biting and sucking on her skin as I go. “You gonna let me fuck you, Raven?” I ask before smashing my lips to hers.

After all this time of not kissing someone, now I feel desperate for it. I crave it like an addict getting a fix of something that isn’t good for them, and yet they can’t live another minute without it.

“Yes,” she manages to murmur as teeth and lips collide.

I lift my weight off her and roll on a condom faster than I ever have in my life. Using my arms, I lift both her legs and push them wide, back toward her chest.

It leaves her pussy open to my use.

A glance tells me she’s going to be tight. I inch one of my fingers inside her but it’s so fucking snug when I attempt to insert another, my patience reaches its breaking point. I want to be kind and gentle, but I can’t wait. I line my cock to her creaming entrance and push the head in an inch.

“Fuck.” The word comes out on a groan.

“You’re too big,” she gasps.

The piercing helps my head feel bigger, more engorged. “You can take me, Blue.”

Her cunt quakes around me. Small tremors.

I slide back a little, then nudge forward, sinking farther into her. A glance down between us shows me just how much I’m stretching her. Those perfect lips of hers are pulled tight around my cock.

We look so fucking good together, it’s a wonder I don’t come. And I pause for a second to let some of the intensity of it all subside.

Then I repeat the slide and nudge, sinking deeper every time.

“Axel,” she calls out, gripping the bedsheets.

A vulnerability etches her face that tugs at every part of me. Everything that’s been tempered and buried within me fights free. It would be a fucking miracle to wake up with a woman who looks at me like I’m the answer to her every prayer.

I lower my lips to hers at the same time I thrust my hips, forcing my cock deeper inside her. She gasps, and I inhale her breath, wanting something of her inside me too.

I release her legs, and they fall down by my thighs. Cupping the back of her neck, I simply kiss her for a moment. Balls deep inside her pussy, with her lips on mine, I could die a happy man.

She’s warmth and comfort as her small hands reach around my back, holding me close.

I scoop my hands beneath her ass, aching to be even closer to her.

There were no plans for how I would fuck her. And even now, I find it hard to make any beyond taking her just like this because it feels so good.

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