Chapter 16 Birdie
BIRDIE
The first couple of weeks working in the Canine Crashpad have brought me everything I needed—some income, a place to focus my energy and time every day, and an excuse to be close to Crow.
Alice opens the Crashpad for me and does all the early morning intake of the pups who stay the whole day.
I come in by ten and take over, and then depending on what is going on, Alice and I take turns leaving the store and picking up both girls from their respective schools and bringing them back to the strip mall.
Zoey and Mia play in the office or with me and the dogs until the shop closes at six.
As we’ve adjusted to the new routine, Crow and I have made a few adjustments of our own. Most days, Tim doesn’t need Crow to open the shop but has him come in later and work until early evening, handling after-hours customer pickups and cleanup.
With a little creativity, I can drop Mia at school and make it back home by just after eight a.m. That means Crow can meet me back at the house, where we have one to two hours until one or both of us needs to be at work.
Which means we have a little time alone almost every day.
“Birdie…” The moment I close and lock the door, Crow’s body is against mine, the heat of his chest pinning me back with delicious pressure.
I lean my head back against the door and close my eyes, Crow’s lips and stubbly chin already rough against my mouth. His taste, the feel of his strong back beneath my hands—everything about Crow doesn’t just feel good, he feels right.
I groan against his lips, opening my mouth to welcome him. “Baby,” I sigh. “I’m happy to see you, but can we take this to the couch?”
He shocks me by picking me up in his arms and carrying me to the couch. I yank off my long-sleeved T-shirt and lean back against the cushions. He claims my nipples right through the thin fabric of my bra, my pulse quickening as his mouth awakens every nerve ending in my body.
I lean my head back and watch through my lashes as he unfastens my bra and tosses it aside.
His tongue works my right nipple until it is throbbing with pleasure that borders on pain.
As he teases his scratchy beard against the reddened peak, I rub my thighs together, liquid heat gathering in my core.
My breathing slows, and I weave my fingers through his hair, keeping his face close to my chest.
He feasts on my nipples, stroking and squeezing the fullness of each breast until I am breathless and wriggling with need.
“Crow,” I rasp, my voice thick. “Today. Today’s the day.”
He immediately lifts his head and stares into my eyes. His lips are full and parted, his breath coming in long, aroused pants like mine. He doesn’t say another word, just reaches out his hand and helps me off the couch.
We walk together up the stairs, holding hands.
My being shirtless doesn’t make it uncomfortable or awkward.
We’ve been hoping for another date night to take things to the next level, but things just haven’t worked out that way.
I really didn’t want our first time together to be while Mia was inches away in her room, but I also didn’t want to rush in the morning after the school drop-off before heading out to work.
But I don’t care about the “right” time anymore.
I just want him. I want this man in every way.
He’s made my body reach heights with his fingers, his tongue, once even just by me grinding on his lap while he sucked my nipples.
But today’s the day. We have the protection situation sorted out, and we have at least an hour.
I don’t want to waste a minute more of it.
Once we’re in my room, I wiggle out of my pants while Crow strips down to his boxer briefs.
“Wait,” he says.
Before I climb into bed, we stand together, wearing just our underwear. He pulls me close to him and holds me there, my breasts flat against his bare chest and his hands on my lower back.
“Birdie,” he says, “I’m so…happy. I never thought I’d feel this way again. Not just this—” he pats my ass with a sparrow-covered hand “—but this.” He pulls back and meets my eyes. I can tell he’s struggling with something.
He blinks hard, squinting a little, and releases me with one hand to tap at his chest.
“I didn’t have the faith in myself to hope for anything even close to this. You’re more than I could have asked for and everything I could dare to want. You’re the answer to every dream I wouldn’t allow myself to have.”
I lean back so I can hold his face and watch his eyes as he tells me his truth. I want to see his face as I share mine.
“Crow,” I whisper, my voice cracking a little. “Two imperfect halves make a pretty great whole.”
He nods and grabs me roughly, kissing the top of my head and squeezing tight.
I hold him too, marveling at the connection we’re building.
As much as I want what his heart has to offer, his body is doing things now that we’re standing so close, and it’s hard to ignore the enormous bulge pressing into my belly.
I work a hand between us and gently cup his balls through his briefs.
He closes his eyes and sucks in air, but he quickly scoops me up and plants me on the bed.
There’s no gentle foreplay this time. He yanks my panties away from my hips, and before I can even lie back, his boxers are gone and he’s centering himself between my legs.
“Birdie,” he gasps, saying my name over and over.
He’s rolled a condom over his length, and I can feel the tip of him gently nudging against my center.
We’re kissing, his teeth banging against mine as we tug at each other’s hair and devour each other’s mouths.
The moment is frantic and needy, the lust we’ve let simmer and only partially satisfied over the past weeks now demanding everything we’ve held back.
I lift my knees high, spreading my thighs wide, and he taps my entrance only once before planting himself deep inside.
He’s holding his weight with his colorful, sculpted arms, every design and muscle working to support him as he bucks against my core.
His pace is deep and slow, shallow and fast, but I can’t keep track.
I’m lost to the sensations, to the pleasure pounding its way along each nerve ending with his every thrust. I’m drenched for him, and he slides deep, the angles and ridges of his body perfectly fitting and forming to mine.
He moans and cries out my name, quickly withdrawing with fire in his eyes.
“Get on top,” he demands, flopping onto his back.
I’m groggy with desire, my body shaky and my breath coming in small gasps. I center myself over his cock, my thighs wide over his hips. He inches toward the head of the bed, sitting with his back slightly supported by pillows.
“I want to watch you take me inside you.”
I shift into a squatting position, my knees bent and legs open so I as lower myself onto his cock, he can look down between us and see every inch of his length disappear between my lips.
He keeps one hand on my pussy, teasing the curls aside so he has an unobstructed view.
My thighs quake and burn as I lower myself slowly, his mouth falling open as he watches.
I can’t look, can’t see. My eyes are closed, and I’m supporting my weight as best I can, but it’s so much.
It’s so good, the way I feel him stretch and stroke me.
I can’t keep up this position any longer. My thighs are trembling, and my pussy is pushing me to the point of no return.
“Crow,” I gasp, dropping my knees to the bed and sinking fully onto his cock. I start to roll my hips, riding him hard and fast.
His hands are on my tits then, his fingertips teasing my nipples with tiny twists and tugs that send currents of fire through my body until, finally, I crash.
The wave crests, and I’m riding high, calling out his name, my eyes closed and the most exquisite bliss pouring through my body in wave after wave after wave.
I’m sweating and trembling and near tears when he releases my nipples, and I open my eyes.
He helps me ease off his cock, and we lie with my back to his front, spooning together while I come down.
He’s kissing my hair and ears, his still-hard cock nudging my ass cheeks.
He works the muscles of my backside with one hand, stroking and massaging until I feel one finger slide between my legs.
“Oh God,” I moan. I’m satisfied and am starting to feel raw and full, but his finger between my lips is stroking my plentiful juices backward, wetting my tight pucker.
He lifts one of my thighs and holds it up while he slips back inside me.
One thigh in the air and him deep inside me is all the pleasure I think I can take until I feel him shifting his weight a bit to make room for one hand to slide between us.
He’s thrusting slow and deep inside me, my moans and begging for him to go deeper unanswered until I feel the tiniest bit of extra pressure and realize the tip of his thumb is pressing against my pucker.
When he fills me with just the tip of his finger, the pressure inside me goes white, and all sight and sound disappear into another wave of all-consuming fire.
I cry out and press my hips backward, my ass and pussy alive with his fullness. “Crow, oh my God…”
He comes way too soon, gritting my name and pounding his release in steady, rhythmic beats.
He pulls his finger and his cock out but holds me firmly against him, our sweat and heat and tangled hair so intertwined I feel like we’ll never separate.
I take one quick peek at the clock and reassure myself we’ve got more time together.
As my eyes flutter closed, I realize I never, ever want this feeling to end. I want this and him. Always.
Crow and I shower together, which makes us dangerously close to being late for work, but I want to spend every second I can with him this morning. Even the moments I spend scrubbing away the sweat and smells of our passion.