Page 76 of River & Crown
This girl's really got me fucking gone.
The thought was one that always crossed my mind whenever she had me doing shit, I wasn't used to doing. The last woman I cried over was my mom. I was a kid then but here I am a grown ass man holding back tears just from having her ass in my arms.
"I've missed you too," she cooed.
"Nah, I don't think you understand. I missed the fuck out of you. Life wasn't the same without you."
"Crown, please. I've only been here for a few weeks, and you've been right here with me, apparently."
"You don't get it, but I'm 'bout to show you what I mean."
I carried her back to her room, then gently laid her on the bed.
"Crown, what are you?—"
"Shhh."
I climbed into bed, her eyes watching me, wide yet inviting. I laid beside her, not wanting to rush the moment, but unable to keep my hands away. I reached for her face first. My fingertips brushed along her cheeks that glowed with a hue I knew all toowell. It was the golden undertone I missed being the cause of. I moved my fingers lower, tracing along her jaw.
"You're perfect to me, Four."
"I'm not. I'm flawed just like everyone else, Crown."
"I know, and that's what makes you perfect for me. I don't give a fuck about them flaws." Kissing her lips, I sucked gently on her bottom one, missing the feel of her lips against mine. "I missed your curls, too." My hand slid into her hair. They got lost, but my spirit finally found solace.
The urge to explore more of her was intense. It drew me in like gravity. I moved from her lips to soak in the presence of her scent. My nose skimmed along her neck, drinking her sweet, intoxicating scent.
"Fuck, I needed your scent. It's the comfort I've been missing without you."
"Crown," she softly gasped.
My tongue dragged across her chest as I lowered my head. I toyed with her nipples through her t-shirt until they hardened just how I liked. Four had the prettiest titties.
"Crown we can... can't." Her chest rose and fell with each word, trembling down her spine.
Every part of me ached for River in ways words couldn't explore. My addiction to this girl was unnatural. My mental space became foggy at the sight of Four but when she moaned my name as her body gave into my command, a nigga became delirious. I was no good in this drunken state, but here was the only place I wanted to be, and it had nothing to do with sex. This was my need to worship her through touch, without lust, because looking at Four was looking at my greatest blessing manifested.
"I won't hurt you, Four. I just wanna feel you. Can I do that? Tell me I can. I'm begging you, beautiful," I crooned against her titties. Her nipples rested against my lips. Her neck was in mygrasp. "Four, you gotta tell me something, ma. I need to hear you. Can your husband make you feel good?"
"Yes," she cried out.
Lifting her shirt, I wasted no time. I eyed her chocolate peaks, then slurped them into my mouth. Her body shuddered, and a nigga went harder. I sucked slow, deepening my pull each time I lovingly bit down. Left to right, right to left, my thumb massaging whatever nipple I wasn't sucking like of candy. A low hiss escaped her, and I smirked, knowing what was about to come next.
"Crown, I wanna cum," she whined, staring at me with those pretty brown eyes.
How could I tell her no? Four had come into my life unexpectedly and turned that shit upside down. I didn't realize how far gone I was until this moment. Four wanted to be fucked. She droned my name whenever she was done with foreplay and wanted to be dicked down.
Had this been any other bitch, my dick would've drilled into the missing piece of her uterus, but this wasFourpleading with her lust-induced gaze. Her pleasure, wants, and needs always came before my own. Her requests were mine to fulfill, and this was no different.
Kissing down her chest, I used my thumbs to press into her nipples, rolling 'em between my fingers. Four's skin was soft and untainted. A nigga had to change that. Sucking along her stomach, I switched between hard and soft suffocation until purplish red marks started to show.
"You're gonna leave a mark, Crown," she whimpered, but wiggled her body upward to bring it back to my mouth.
"I know. You like that shit, don't you?" My words brushed against her skin.
Her only reply was soft chaunts dropping from her lips each time I bit into her then sucked the pain away. I continued down, leaving marks all over her toned stomach.
Reaching her waist, I kissed, starting from the left and affectionately moving to the right. As I reached the scar, she froze, tensing every muscle in her body.
