Page 17 of Untamed Crow

"Oh god," she pants. "I'm... I think I'm..."

"Come for me, Emma," I growl, sucking her clit as I pump my fingers faster. "Let go."

She shatters with a cry, her body arching off the bed. I work her through it, gentling my touch as she comes down. When I finally pull away, she's boneless and panting.

"That was..." she starts, then laughs breathlessly. "Wow."

I crawl up her body, pressing kisses as I go. "We're just getting started,"

Her eyes widen as she takes in my still-clothed state. "You're wearing too much."

"Eager, are we?" I tease, but I'm already unbuttoning my shirt. Her hands join mine, pushing it off my shoulders. When her fingers trace my tattoos, I shiver.

"Beautiful," she murmurs, exploring the ink with curious touches.

I capture her hands, pressing them above her head. "Keep them there."

She nods, watching with hungry eyes as I stand to remove my pants and boxers. When my cock springs free, hard and aching, her eyes widen, and she takes a long, deep breath.

"Crow," she whispers, a hint of nervousness in her voice. "I've never..."

"I know, baby." I join her on the bed, covering her body with mine. "We'll go slow. I'll take care of you."

I kiss her deeply, letting her feel my weight, my hardness pressed against her thigh. She moans into my mouth, her hips lifting to seek friction.

"Please," she begs when we break for air. "I need you."

"You have me," I promise, positioning myself at her entrance. "All of me."

I push in slowly, groaning at the tight heat enveloping me. Emma gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"You okay?" I ask, forcing myself to hold still.

She nods, eyes squeezed shut. "Just... give me a minute."

I pepper her face with kisses, murmuring encouragement. When she starts to relax, I pull out slightly before pushing back in, a little deeper this time.

"Oh," she breathes, her eyes flying open. "That's..."

"Good?" I smirk, repeating the motion.

"Yes," she moans. "More. Please, more."

I oblige, setting a steady rhythm. She meets me thrust for thrust, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper.

"Fuck, Emma," I groan, burying my face in her neck. "So tight. So perfect."

She's making these little breathy moans that are driving me crazy. I can feel her getting close again, her walls fluttering around me.

"That's it, doll," I encourage, picking up the pace. "Come for me again. Want to feel you come on my cock."

Chapter 7 - Emma

Crow's words, combined with the relentless rhythm of his thrusts, send me over the edge. My second orgasm crashes over me, more intense than the first. I cry out his name, my body arching as waves of pleasure course through me.

"That's it, baby," he growls, slowing his movements but not stopping. "So fucking beautiful when you come."

As I come down from the high, I become acutely aware of his still-hard cock inside me. He's holding back, I realize, letting me recover.

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