Chapter 33 Callie #2
His thumb strokes through my slick heat, the pad circling with deliberate pressure. A shiver slides through me as my hips twitch.
“Did I mention just how beautiful you are?” His voice is thick with desire.
“Pretty sure you did,” I say on a gasp as he continues stroking me, this time more firmly. A sharp jolt of pleasure zings through my body.
His gaze holds mine. “I don’t ever want you to doubt just how much I desire you.”
How could I?
When his every touch tells me exactly that.
This man makes me feel like I’m the only woman who’s ever existed.
When his thumb circles my clit, my legs fall open wider, my body accepting him without hesitation. I don’t even try to fight it.
His gaze drops to my drenched center. “Do you like when I play with your pussy?”
I manage a shaky, “Y-yes.”
“Good.” He leans in, thumb still circling. “I want you so addicted to my touch that you ache for it. For what only I can give you.”
A broken sound slips from me. A moan, maybe a plea. But without question, it’s surrender.
“Please, River.”
He growls, like he’s savoring every second of my capitulation. “You have no idea what it does to me when you beg.” His strokes become tighter. Slower. “There’s nothing better than the sound of my name sliding from your lips.”
I release another needy whimper.
“Tell me what it is you want,” he says. “My tongue or cock? It’s your decision. I’ll give you whatever you need. All you have to do is ask.”
I don’t even hesitate. “Your cock.”
His eyes darken with heat. “Good choice.”
And in that moment, I feel how he’s not just about to make love to my body but every single piece of me I’ve kept hidden away.
And I’m ready to let him.
He rises onto his knees, settling between my thighs like he belongs there. Like he’s always belonged there. His hand wraps around his thick length, stroking slowly from the base to the tip until a single drop of moisture beads at the slit.
The sight of him so hard and full of need sends another wave of arousal through my core.
He shifts, hips flexing with slow, deliberate control as he drags his cock through my center.
The hard, velvety length glides against me until my body trembles beneath the relentless friction.
Every pass steals another piece of my sanity, winding me tighter, making me ache for more.
My head tips back against the pillow, lips parted on a sigh, eyes fluttering shut as I lose myself in the delicious sensation.
“Oh no, baby,” he rasps, the warning curling through me like smoke. “I want your eyes open for this. I want you to see exactly who’s filling up your pussy and giving you every ounce of pleasure. I need you to see who’s worshipping your body. Every fucking day, if you let me.”
His words jolt through me. My eyes snap open, and another wave of molten desire crashes over me, flooding every nerve.
The way River looks right now, kneeling over me, muscles tight, thick cock gripped in his hand as he strokes it against me, is an image that will forever be seared into my mind.
“Are you ready?” The muscle in his jaw tics a mad rhythm, as though holding back is costing him everything.
“Yes.”
When he finally pushes inside, the movement is measured, as if every inch is deliberate. He doesn’t rush or slam into me. He sinks in as if this isn’t just about sex but about the moment.
About me.
My body stretches to accommodate him, greedy for the fullness, the heat, the dizzying sensation of being taken and claimed in a way that leaves no room for doubt about who’s inside me.
And I’m shaking. Not from nerves or fear, but from the weight of everything I’ve been holding back. From the cracks splintering through walls I swore would never come down.
Once he’s filled me completely, he holds still, letting me feel every inch. His solid weight settles over me as his forehead presses against mine.
“Are you okay? Should I keep going?” he asks.
I nod, my fingers curling into the hard muscle of his back. “Please, don’t stop.”
When he moves, each deep stroke feels like a promise. Each thrust is a tie that binds us tighter. There’s no rush or careless push for release. Every motion is controlled, as if he’s pouring meaning into it.
This man doesn’t just take, he gives.
It’s with the subtle drag of his mouth along my jaw and the way his eyes lock on mine, as if I’m the only thing in the room worth looking at.
Heat builds in waves as my legs loop around his waist, drawing him closer. I want all of him. Every inch, every ounce of weight and pressure. I want to feel him deeper, until there’s not a single millimeter of space left between us.
I arch beneath him, chasing the pressure, the orgasm building in my core. But it’s not just the pleasure that undoes me. It’s this man. The way he murmurs my name like a prayer. The way our fingers tangle together. The way his mouth finds mine, as if he’s trying to memorize me with every kiss.
His hand cradles my face. “It’s okay to fall apart, Callie. I’ll always be there to catch you.”
Tears blur my vision as emotion surges through me. With a nod, I draw him closer, my fingers twisting in his hair.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Just let go, baby,” he says against my neck. “I’ve got you.”
And I do.
I surrender to him.
And to us.
To this moment that feels like everything.
My orgasm tears through me. The intensity is both raw and consuming. My body bows beneath him, my cry caught somewhere between a sob and a gasp.
It’s not just a release.
It’s more of a breaking.
A becoming.
A reclaiming of something I’d lost over the years.
He follows moments later, groaning against my skin, his body tensing before he thrusts deeper, shuddering as he lets go inside me.
Afterward, he doesn’t pull away or roll to the side. He stays with me, forehead pressed against mine, our bodies connected, like we’re breathing from the same set of lungs.
“You feel like home.” He kisses my cheek and then my jaw before his lips find the corner of my mouth.
And when he pulls back to look at me, his eyes are steady and clear. They’re full of something I didn’t know I needed.
“You’re mine now,” he says into the darkness. “And I’m yours. For as long as you’ll have me.”
I curl into him, my body warm and loose from the aftershocks of pleasure.
And in that moment, I let myself believe it.