“You’re damn perfect, Harlow,” I rasped out while I quickly pulled her sweats down over her legs, dragging her panties along with them.
Seeing her spread out on the bed like this, looking up at me with flushed cheeks, was like staring at a priceless piece of art.
Her legs narrowed, closing the gap between them until I halted their closure with a hand on one thigh and my knee wedged against the other.
“This is all happening really fast, Corbin,” she admitted as I undid my belt one-handedly.
The tone of her voice gave me pause. Slowly, I finished sliding the zipper down on my jeans.
She propped herself up on her elbows. “Being here with you right now makes my head spin. Like I’m caught in a vortex, unsure of where the sky meets the ground.”
I knew the feeling all too well. But to me, she was the calming center of my chaos.
“Then, let me be your anchor. Let me ground you.” My hand massaged over the silky skin of her inner thigh,coaxing her to spread herself open for me. “Just make sure you hold on tight, baby girl.”
Uncertainty of how to weather this storm between us played out on her face. My eyes never left hers during the long stretch of silence as she lay there trapped in her thoughts.
Before she even responded, I knew how this was ending. A subtle release of the tension in her legs told me everything.
“Let me see you.” I nudged her legs open wider for me. Seeing her open and exposed to me, it stole my breath away. She was godsdamn dripping for me, her pussy glistening with arousal.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Look at you. All that for me.”
I made quick work of ditching the rest of my clothes into a careless heap, the boots falling to the floor while my jeans and boxer briefs barely clung to the edge of the mattress.
Freeing my cock brought a sigh of relief. The precum already broke its initial beading and dripped over the head.
Harlow’s eyes widened as she caught sight of my length. A sense of pride washed over me, my hand lazily stroking myself for her. Let her stare in awe, let her starve a little longer.
While she admired the view that I was all too happy to give her, my hand dipped between her thighs. Two of my fingers found her center, swiping through her soaked folds, collecting her desire.
Her head fell back as she quietly gasped. The jerk of her hips against my hand betrayed her sensitivity and hunger for this—for us. I watched as her hands clutched at the sheets, balling them up in her hands as her legs grew restless.
Placing my fingers in my mouth, I made a show of sucking the taste of her off them. I had tasted a lot of pussy before she came into my orbit, but this was a damn spiritual awakening.
There was something about the way my taste buds prickled in response. If one could taste morning dew as it glistened under the weight of the first ray of morning light across an open field, that was Harlow.
As she whimpered, her hands grabbed onto my sides. Nails scratched along my ribs. Groaning at the sensation, I needed her to tear into me, rip me wide open, and let my soul bleed all over her.
This was it; time to officially tether ourselves together.
I laid myself over her, no barriers left between us. Let her feel the bare tip of my cock rub against her slick cunt. My hips jerked at the sensation of her arousal coating the swollen head, my precum already marking her.
My amber eyes were locked onto her face as I applied pressure, my dick pushing into the heat of her pussy. Fuck, she was tight and perfect. All my limbs were on edge, straining not to buck into her like the heathen I wanted to be.
Her lips parted as her head tipped back, letting out the hottest sound I’d ever heard a woman make.
“That’s it, baby girl. Take each inch that I give you.” I sank deeper into her, letting her walls stretch around my thick cock.
This control was temporary, I could feel it crumbling in my bones, but hell if I wasn’t going to enjoy the moment while it lasted. Feeling myself buried to the hilt inside her body, I released a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. Reveling in the sensation of her body fully surrounding my length, the pleasure rolled in gentle waves inside me.
The sound of nothing but the breeze rustling leaves outside the window and our joined breaths filled the air.
Lowering myself, I captured her mouth and tasted the sound of her pleasure. My tongue darted out to lick along her pouty lower lip before gently drawing it between mine and sucking on it.
Quickly, it devolved into an all-consuming kiss, my hips rolling to test how her body responded to the movement. Her legs wrapped around my waist, canting her hips in just a way that drew me in deeper, stealing my breath away.
“Fuck, Harlow,” I rumbled as our lips broke free from the heated exchange between us. My crow spirit should have bowed down before her, but instead, it felt freer than it ever had.
