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you. On behalf of the girl. Since she probably won’t get a chance to thank you.”
     
    And then I gave him a hug. Crow wrapped his arms around me. I felt tears falling from my eyes as he stroked my hair.
     
    “Do you have to go right away?”
     
    “I do.”
     
    I reached around and undid my bra, letting my breasts fall free. Crow’s hungry eyes feasted on my full bosom, each topped with a dark nipple, like a cherry on top of a sundae.
     
    “Are you sure?”
     
    “No.”
     
    He slid his hands around my waist and pulled me close, latching his hot, hungry lips onto mine. I melted into that kiss, licking and suckling his firm lips as our tongues dueled. His stubble scratched my face but I didn’t mind. I loved it and I wanted him.
     
    “I’ve never done anything like this before,” I whispered as we broke apart.
     
    “Sex?” he asked. “Or with someone you’ve just met?”
     
    “Both,” I said, smiling, blushing. He grinned. I knew boys liked the idea of a virgin and I felt like Crow deserved it. He would never get recognized for what he had done, for what he had risked. I wanted to thank him…
     
    He kissed my neck now.
     
    I had always loved having my neck kissed.
     
    In high school, I once made out with a nerdy boy at a school dance and even though he was fat and covered in acne, I sincerely considered taking him into the girl’s bathroom and letting him be my first, all because he had kissed my neck in a way that got me more excited than I had ever been in my life.
     
    Crow’s lips moved slowly down my dark skin, making me whimper and sigh as he washed over my shoulders, over my soft, hot flesh, making me whimper with each movement of his lips. His lips came closer and closer to my breasts and as he moved, he nibbled and nipped at my skin, making me whimper, making me sigh and shake as he kissed me, as he licked my hot flesh.
     
    I wanted this so badly. My nipples ached with hardness and I thrust my chest forward, almost involuntarily, trying to press his face toward my hot, sensitive nubs.
     
    “Please,” I whimpered. “Please, Crow, I want you…”
     
    “What do you want?” he asked with a wolfish grin, running a finger over my hard nipple, sending electric waves of pleasure and delight through my body. I shuddered as I felt his calloused fingers touch my soft, sensitive skin, teasing the tender flesh.
     
    “I want you…” I whispered.
     
    “But what do you want me to do?” Crow asked, still grinning. Bastard. He wanted to make me say it. I was going to die of embarrassment before this was over.
     
    “I want you to… Use your mouth.”
     
    “Your wish is my command,” Crow said with mock sincerity. I closed my eyes, almost too embarrassed to watch as I felt his hot, hungry lips sweep over my hard nipple.
     
    I whined in delight, running my fingers through his hair. I was surprised by how soft it was. I pulled it out of the ponytail and ran my fingers through it, from his scalp to the tips, and then gripped his mane as he began to nibble my nipple, sharp teeth burrowing into my tender pink flesh.
     
    God, I was wet. I felt the area between my legs growing wet and sticky and warm. I could only rub my thighs together, feeling myself grow juicier and juicier by the second.
     
    “Please, Crow…” I whimpered. “More… I need more… More of you.”
     
    “Really?” he whispered. “Is that what you want? I didn’t know.”
     
    I batted playfully at him as he continued to suckle my nipple.
     
    “Don’t be mean to me,” I whimpered, his hot tongue lashing my nub. He switched to my other breast, continuing to stroke and play with my other boob while he suckled my other nipple, unleashing the same delicious, wet, hot tongue and lips on this sensitive, needy spot.
     
    “More, more, more…” I whined, feeling like a child. This was my initiation to the world of sex and I was having the time of my life. I slid my fingers beneath his tattered shirt and ran my