Episode 52
EPISODE 52
SEX ON THE BED
Emily
Am I ready to have my mind blown? Always, though River’s done a bloody good job of it already. We drop our towels on the floor of his massive bathroom and he takes my hand and leads me toward his equally massive bed.
If he truly thinks he can make me beg to stop coming, he’s in for a surprise. I’ll come all fucking night and have no issue with it.
“Lie down,” River commands, “and spread those gorgeous legs.”
I have no problem taking that order. I gave him a worthy blow job in the shower, and I’m more than ready to be repaid.
I sink down onto the navy-blue comforter and nearly lose myself in its lushness, just as I plan to lose myself in all those orgasms River promised.
He stands above me, his body glistening from the remnants of the shower, his dark hair in damp waves that touch his broad shoulders. And his eyes...
My God. So dark they’re almost black as he stares down at me as if he’s a wolf about to devour his prey.
I’ll be his willing prey.
He kneels and pulls my thighs so that my ass is at the edge of the bed. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Emily?”
What do I say to that? Yes? I’ll sound narcissistic. No? I’ll sound ridiculous. I choose to say nothing.
He closes his eyes and inhales. “You smell like a gardenia blooming right after a rainstorm.”
“It’s the shower gel,” I say on a sigh.
“Maybe.” He opens his eyes and meets my gaze. “But it’s also you. Your pussy. Your natural scent.” His eyelids look heavy. “I haven’t eaten pussy in a long time, Emily. And I’ve never eaten one as dazzling as yours.”
Dazzling? My cunt is dazzling? Okay, we’ll go with that. Again, I have no idea what to say, so I keep quiet.
“Your pussy lips look like pink silk,” he says, “and they’re still wet, but it’s not from the shower, Emily.” He pushes my thighs forward, baring my ass to him. I suck in a quick breath when the pad of his finger touches my asshole. “I like to eat ass too. Almost as much as I like to eat pussy. In fact, I like to put my mouth on every part of a woman, and that’s what I plan to do to you tonight.”
“Then get on with it,” I say. “Or are you all talk and no action?”
He flips me over and swats the cheek of my ass. “All talk and no action? Those are fighting words.” His palm comes down on my ass again.
I didn’t take River for a spanker. I’m still not sure he is, as he caresses my flesh after the stinging slap. Then I gasp when he slides his tongue along the crease of my cheeks, stopping at the tight hole and probing it ever so slightly.
“Mmm...” he says against my flesh. “Delicious.”
He slides his tongue lower, through my pussy lips. I arch my back, pushing against his face.
“Something you want?” he asks.
“Your tongue. Inside me. All over me. I don’t bloody care where, River. Just touch me, for fuck’s sake.”
He slaps my cheek once more and then flips me onto my back, spreading my legs. “By the end of the night, my tongue will have touched every part of you, but I’m going to start...right...here.” He flicks it over my clit.
I grab the comforter with both hands, arching my back and undulating my hips.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs. He glides his tongue through my folds and then swirls it over my clit again. “How badly do you want to come, Emily?”
“Bad enough to do whatever you ask.”
Did those words just come from me? That’s not me. I’m not the submissive type, and I’ve never been into the spanking thing, but he’s taken me someplace I’ve never been. His mere presence has me ready to fuck again.
“Then here’s what I want,” he says, his voice low and raspy. “I want to eat that pussy. I want to pull an orgasm out of you. Then another. But first...” He slides his tongue over my inner thigh. “I’m going to taste every part of your gorgeous body, and I’m going to start with those stunning nipples.”
He crawls forward, bringing me with him so my whole body is on the bed. He hovers over me, staring at my breasts. Then he straddles me and cups them, thumbing the nipples. Sparks flash through me, and when he pinches, I cry out.
“You like that, baby? You like me playing with your nipples?”
“God, yes. Suck them. Please, River.”
He leans down, takes one between his full lips while he continues to use his fingers to tantalize the other. I thread my fingers through his soft, damp hair as my hips move of their own accord, searching for something to fill my empty pussy.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he rasps against my chest, and then moves to the other nipple, sliding it between his lips and then nipping it lightly with his teeth.
“Yes, like that,” I sigh.
“So perfect,” he growls.
Too soon, though, he releases the tender flesh, trails kisses over my belly, and then spreads my legs. I close my eyes, waiting for the sweet invasion of his tongue in my pussy...
Then I pop my eyes open.
He moves past my pussy and kisses and massages my thighs, my calves, all the way down to my feet, where he massages my instep.
I jerk.
“Ticklish?” he asks.
“A little.”
“Relax.” He moves his lips along my instep and then kisses each toe. “Every part of you is magnificent,” he says. “Every fucking part.”
I shudder. I love what he’s doing, but it’s his words that are making me quake. He’s worshiping my body, and I’m loving it. He moves to the other foot, massaging the arch.
Again, I jerk against the tickle, but he continues, and I relax into the sensation.
He leaves my feet and returns to my ankles, working his way back up my calves and knees. When he gets to my thighs, I tense.
My pussy.
My pussy is next.
I need those lips, that tongue. I want to come. I’m already blazing... My flesh is on fire...
I spread my legs, ready to give him access?—
Then I huff as he again ignores my pussy and kisses my abdomen.
“So soft, like the petals of a rose,” he says, gliding back toward my tits. He gives each nipple a suck and moves up to my lips as he meets my gaze. “On edge yet?”
“I’ve been on edge since you started this torture, River.”
“We’ll get there. I promise, we’ll get there. And I swear you’ll be begging me to stop.”
I steel myself. “Not bloody likely.”
He glides his tongue between my lips and we kiss.
It’s a beautiful kiss, less needy than when we began this adventure, but no less passionate. I love the taste of his mouth, the texture of his tongue, the feel of his firm lips on mine.
His cock is hard and pushes against my pelvis. I lift my hips, searching, searching, searching...
He breaks the kiss. “Turn over,” he says. “I haven’t kissed the other side of your body yet.”
“River, please. You promised me. You promised to...”
“To what?”
“To lick my pussy, damn it! You told me how you love to eat pussy, and you’ve done everything to avoid it.”
He chuckles, a low growl that vibrates into me. “Are you ready, then? To come so hard that you’ll beg me to stop?”
“Yes, for the love of God! Please!”
He kisses my neck, tugs on my ear lobe, and then crawls down my body, spreading my legs. “Oh, yeah. You’re definitely ready.” He swirls his tongue over my clit, smooths his fingers through my pussy folds, and then thrusts one inside me.
I shatter.
He has me so worked up that I shatter in that instant, pulsing around his probing finger with contractions so strong I’m sure I'll break into a million pieces. I grab his head, grind into him, relishing the feel of his stubble against my sensitive flesh.
“Mmm, yes. Come, baby. Give me that climax.” He nibbles on my clit. “Again, Emily. Come again.”
Another finger enters my pussy, and before the first climax has waned, the pulses begin again, just as strong as the first time. My flesh prickles, and the electricity in my core pushes outward until every cell in my body is vibrating, humming, in perfect pitch. It ricochets through me, landing back between my legs and?—
“My God!” I cry out.
He pulls another orgasm out of me, and then one more. My body is charged with some kind of power I’ve never encountered. It flashes through me, bounces along my spine, and then implodes back to my clit, where he’s still nibbling, still sucking, still driving me to the brink of madness.
My breath comes in rapid puffs, and still he fingers me, tongues me, and in the next second?—
“Oh my God!” A finger breaches that forbidden place, and the resulting orgasm is so intense, so full of kaleidoscopic bursts, that I’m not sure I’ll recover.
“Stop!” I yell. “Please. Enough. My God. River... I can’t... I can’t take any?—”
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
We both jerk at the pounding on the door.