Page 64 of Elora and the Crow

She ground against it, his low groan making anticipation slink down her spine. His strong hands cupped her breasts, and she arched into his touch, closing her eyes and losing herself to the sensation. He teased her nipples into an aching hardness, his thumbs flicking the tight buds repeatedly until she made a soft cry.

“Too much, baby?” he rasped.

“Yes, no… I don’t know,” she moaned. “It’s all… it’s so good.”

“I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long,” he said before nipping at her earlobe. “Wanted to hear your soft cries when I made you come on my mouth, my fingers, my cock.”

“Jonah,” she moaned before twisting in his arms and yanking his head down to hers. She kissed him frantically as hard and desperate need coiled in her lower belly.

She craved the slow and succulent heat of his mouth and tongue, craved the roughness of his fingers against her smooth skin, and she rubbed against him in a shameless display of need and desire.

He lifted her and carried her to the bed, setting her on it with infinite gentleness before stripping off his shirt. She immediately sat up and ran her fingers over his flat abdomen, tracing his treasure trail.

He groaned and captured her hand, kissing her palm before pushing her onto her back again and reaching for her leggings. She lifted her hips as he dragged her leggings and panties down her legs, his hot gaze glued to her core.

She was already wet and swollen and slick for him, and she spread her legs wide, showing him how much she needed him.

He groaned again, his nostrils flaring as he stared at her center. “Baby, your pussy is so pretty.”

“Fuck me, Jonah,” she said.

“Not yet,” he said.

She pouted, and he grinned at her before settling on his stomach between her legs. His gaze was hot and hazy as it fell on her pussy, and she shrieked, her hips jolting upward when he licked a hot stripe up her slit.

“Delicious,” he murmured before diving in for more. His rough palms held her legs open as he nibbled on her pussy lips before cleaning away her cream. His tongue investigated her tight opening, and when its soft wetness invaded her body, she cried out again, her hands clutching frantically at the sheets.

His fingers replaced his tongue, sliding into her, and she tightened around him, aching for something thicker. She moaned when he licked his way to her clit and flicked it with the tip of his tongue.

“Jonah!” she snapped when he gave it another light flick before nibbling at her lips again.

“Yes, little witch?”

“Don’t tease!”

He chuckled, his breath warm against her throbbing core. “So demanding, baby.”

“I haven’t had an orgasm from anything other than my own hand in two years, Jonah. I think I can be a little demanding.”

His head popped up. “You masturbated when I was living with you as a crow?”

“Obviously. It’s not like I was getting laid.”

“I never saw you touch yourself,” he said.

She flushed. “Um, because I did it late at night when I was sure you were asleep, or the few times I actually showered alone. You can’t honestly expect that I would masturbate in front of you?”

“I sure wish you would have,” he said with a cheeky grin that made her laugh.

“Oh my God,” she said. “Why are we even talking about this right now?”

He winked at her, and heat swirled between her legs when he licked her clit. She cursed loudly, and he made another low chuckle before diving back into her wet pussy.

“Holy fuck!” Her voice echoed in his bedroom as her hips arched. Jonah’s tongue was hot, wet, and unbelievably talented at pussy eating. He sucked hungrily at her clit, and that was it for her. She shrieked his name as her ecstasy swept over her in hot and heavy waves.

Jonah lifted his head, his mouth covered in her cream, his fingers thrusting lightly in and out of her as she moaned and panted. “Your little pussy squeezed my fingers so hard when you came, baby.”

Her body shuddering, she stared up at him when he leaned over her and opened the nightstand drawer. He produced a condom and knelt between her thighs before rolling on the condom.

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