Chapter 6
RIVER
Nine years. Nine fucking years I've waited for this woman. Nine years of keeping my hands to myself because Rachel made me swear not to complicate things. But she had a change of heart and gave me this opportunity.
That's her saying, "Have at it. Go for it."
With fucking pleasure.
Every second of those nine years disappears the moment Nadine's close enough to touch.
Her eyes lock with mine—blue and deep and certain. No hesitation. No flicker of doubt. Just that steady, blazing look that pins me in place and dares me to do something about it.
My hands rise without permission, framing her face. Her skin is warm beneath my palms, soft, and she leans into the touch like she’s been waiting for it. I tilt her chin up, slow enough to give her time to pull away.
She doesn’t.
My mouth crashes into hers. The impact steals the air from both of us. She opens instantly, like she knew exactly how this would go, her fingers pulling my shirt with a sharp tug that jerks me closer.
Her body presses against mine, heat through heat, heartbeat slamming against heartbeat. My grip tightens at her jaw, sliding back into her hair, anchoring her there as I deepen the kiss. She makes this low sound that only makes me harder.
I hate every layer between us. The drag of cotton against skin feels like an insult. My hands trail down, mapping the curve of her sides, memorizing, as she arches into me.
The taste of her floods my senses—sweet, sharp, intoxicating. It’s dizzying. Addictive.
I don’t want gentle.
I want closer.
Her body presses against mine, soft curves fitting perfectly against hard angles. The little sound she makes in the back of her throat shoots straight to my cock, already painfully hard.
Her fingers make quick work of my shirt, impatient, slipping between buttons instead of waiting for them. One pops free. Then another. Her knuckles brush my skin each time.
I answer in kind.
My hand slides to the zipper. I pause there, fingertips resting against warm skin, just long enough to feel the way her breath stutters. Then I drag it down—slow. Metal teeth whispering open, inch by inch.
With every bit of skin revealed, I follow. My knuckles skim the smooth line of her back. The dip of her waist. The delicate groove along her spine. She shivers under my touch, her shoulders tightening before melting again.
“Cold?” I whisper against her ear.
She shakes her head.
The dress loosens its hold. Fabric slips over her shoulders, catching briefly at her hips before surrendering completely. It slides to the floor in a quiet sweep of navy at her feet.
Fuck.
My shirt joins her dress on the floor. Her hands go to my belt next, fumbling slightly before the buckle gives.
"Nad—"
Her eyes meet mine again. "Don't slow down. Don't be careful." She swallows hard. "I need you to fuck me like you've wanted to."
The last thread of control I've been clinging to snaps.
"Turn around."
She does, and I press against her back, one hand spreading flat against her stomach while the other sweeps her hair aside. My mouth finds her neck, teeth scraping lightly over her pulse point. She gasps, pressing back against me, feeling exactly how hard I am.
"Feel what you do to me?" I growl against her skin. "How much I want you?"
"Yes." Her head falls back against my shoulder. "River, I need you so much. I—"
Backing her toward the bed, my hands roam her waist, her hips, the perfect curve of her ass. She's soft and warm and mine. Finally, fucking mine.
The backs of her knees meet the mattress, soft resistance stopping her retreat. She sinks onto it, hair tumbling loose around her shoulders.
I follow without thinking.
Nadine shifts backward on her hands, the sheets wrinkling beneath her palms, drawing me in with nothing but the look on her face. An invitation. A challenge.
I step between her knees.
My hands find the bed on either side of her hips as I lean over her, caging her in without quite touching. Her breath catches, chest rising beneath me. The space between us hums—close enough to feel the heat of her skin, not close enough to satisfy it.
She closes that gap herself.
Her fingers hook into my sides, tugging me forward until our bodies meet fully.
Nadine's legs slide up my hips without hesitation, circling my waist and locking there, heels pressing into the small of my back as if she’s making sure I won’t even think about pulling away.
Not that I would.
I lower myself the rest of the way, bracing my weight carefully as I settle over her. The mattress dips beneath us, sheets cool against my hands.
The heat of her through thin lace pressed against my cock makes me groan.
"Need these off," I say, fingers hooking in the waistband of her panties. She lifts her hips, helping me drag them down her legs. She kicks them off somewhere into the darkness.
I stand just long enough to shed my pants and boxers, watching her watch me. Her eyes widen slightly, lips parting.
Looking down at her—hair spread across the white pillows, chest rising and falling rapidly, legs open for me—something tightens in my chest that has nothing to do with just wanting to fuck her.
Later. I'll deal with that later.
Right now, all that matters is touching her. Tasting her. Being inside her. Claiming her thoroughly, completely.
For a second, I just look at her—flushed, breathing uneven.
My hands find her ankles first.
Slow.
My palms glide upward, thumbs tracing the curve of her calves, feeling the subtle flex of muscle beneath silk-warm skin. Nadine inhales softly, the sound barely there, but I catch it.
Higher.
My fingers drag along the backs of her knees, lingering there just to feel the way her legs twitch at the touch. I press a little firmer, smoothing my hands over her thighs, following the natural curve inward.
She trembles.
I lean forward slightly, my hands settling higher, thumbs grazing the sensitive inside of her thighs without quite giving her what she wants. Her hips shift instinctively, chasing friction.
A faint, unsteady breath leaves her lips.
"So beautiful," I say, leaning down to kiss her stomach, just below her navel. "Been dreaming about this. About you."
My hand slides between her thighs. She's soaked. Fucking drenched.
"Jesus, Nad."
"River, please—"
Two fingers slide into her easily. Her back arches off the bed, and she lets out a low, long moan.
"You're so wet. So fucking perfect." I pump my fingers slowly, watching her face contort with pleasure. "This all for me?"
"Yes. God, yes—"
"Good girl."
Adding a third finger, I stretch her gently, preparing her. Her hips roll against my hand. When my thumb brushes her clit, she cries out.
"You like that?"
"Yes. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"Not stopping." I circle her clit with my thumb while my fingers continue their rhythm. "I want to feel you come first."
Her breathing grows ragged, and her internal muscles clench around my fingers. Nadine is getting restless, her body tightens, her hips shift, and her eyes lose focus.
"River, I need—"
"I know what you need." I curl my fingers inside her. "Let go, Nad. Let me feel you."
I move with slow precision, watching her reaction more than what my hands are doing. The moment I find that hidden spark, her entire body jerks, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat. Her head falls back against the mattress, throat exposed, breath shattered.
She breaks with a whimper, her body convulsing around my fingers, walls clamping down tight. I work her through it, slower now but unrelenting, watching her face as pleasure overtakes her.
The sound that leaves her is raw and unguarded, her body arching as the tension snaps all at once. She clings to me, trembling, every muscle tightening before breaking apart.
Her lashes flutter, lips parted, cheeks flushed deeper than before.
When the tremors finally soften, I ease back just enough to see her face.
Her eyes open slowly, hazy and searching until they find mine.
I position myself at her entrance, and her legs tighten around my waist.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Nad, and you're mine. Only mine."
I push in slowly, wanting her to feel every inch of me. But fuck, my control is fraying thread by thread. All those cold showers, jerking off to thoughts of her. Now she's here. She's real. And my cock is inside her tight pussy.
"Fuck, Nadine."
"River, oh God. You're so thick and big."
Bottoming out, I pause. Let her adjust. Let myself adjust to the reality that this is happening, that she's underneath me, that I'm finally inside her after fucking years of imagining this.
Nadine grips my forearms, and I take that as a cue to continue. She said fuck her like I've wanted to, and that's exactly what I'm about to do. Wrapping her hair around my fist, I bruise her lips with a hard kiss while my hips rut wildly.
I take her in hard, merciless thrusts, drawing out of her pussy and slamming back in. Over and over until my heart feels like a fist on a drum.
The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room. Her nails dig into my shoulders, leaving marks I'll wear proudly tomorrow.
"Yes. Like that. God, River, your cock is so good."
"Not stopping. Never fucking stopping."
Her pussy clenches around me with each thrust. Wet and perfect and mine.
"You feel so good, baby. Taking my cock so well."
"River, River. I-I'm close—"
"I know. I can feel it." I don't change the rhythm or slow down. Instead, I snake a hand between us, my thumb finding her clit. "You ready to come a second time?"
Her body goes taut beneath me. Her pussy spasms around my cock, gripping me so tight I nearly lose it.
"That's it, Nad. Fuck, that's so good. You're so fucking beautiful when you come."
She's shaking underneath me, gasping my name over and over, and it's the best thing I've ever seen. Still hard, still inside her, I slow my movements. Let her ride it out.
When her breathing evens slightly, I pull out, and even after two orgasms, she makes a sound of protest.
"Turn over."
"What—"
"On your stomach, Nad. Hands and knees."
Her forehead scrunches, but she obeys, rolling over and getting into position.
The view of her ass in the air, her pussy still glistening from her orgasm, nearly makes me explode right there and then.
"Fucking gorgeous."
My hands smooth over the curve of her ass, kneading gently. Leaning down, I place a kiss at the base of her spine, then trail my tongue lower, tasting her. The sound she makes is desperate, needy.
Gripping her hips, I line myself up and push back in. From this angle, I can go deeper, and she feels it—her ass to my hips, pushing back against me.
"Oh God—"
"Too much?"
"No! More. G-give me more."
Setting my hands on her hips, I pull her back onto my cock with each thrust, her ass hitting my hips, making me see stars.
"You're so perfect like this. Taking all of me. Such a good girl."
"River…"
"What, baby? Tell me what you need."
"Harder. I need it harder."
In a second, I stop being slow and gentle. My thrusts grow more forceful, the impact jolting her forward with each one. One hand slides up her back, then into her hair, gripping gently.
"Like this?"
"Yes. God, yes. Just like that."
Her arms start to shake with the effort of holding herself up, so I adjust immediately.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her up until her back presses against my chest. Still inside her, I palm one breast while my other hand slides down her stomach.
"You gonna come for me again?"
"I-I can't. I already did—"
"You can." My fingers find her clit, circling the taut button. "You will."
Her head falls back against my shoulder. "River—"
"That's it. Let me make you feel good."
Fucking up into her while my fingers work her clit and the other hand kneads her tit, every line of her is drawn tight like a wire stretched to its limit.
Her hips move instinctively, searching, chasing that rising wave.
My thrusts grow more erratic as my own orgasm builds. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around me, the tight heat nearly driving me insane. Nadine's whole body draws inward, coiling.
"So close," I growl into her ear. "I want to come with you and pump you full of my seed."
She comes first, crying out my name, her pussy clenching around me in waves. That does it. The feel of her coming undone triggers my own release. I drive in deep one final time and come hard, spilling inside her.
I bury my face against her shoulder as the last of the tension rips through me, my grip tightening reflexively at her hips. For a few seconds, there’s no thought, no control—just heat and the raw pulse of it rushing through my veins, my warm come spilling inside her.
"Fuck."
We stay like that, tangled, shaking. Her breaths come in uneven pulls beneath me. Mine answer them, just as wrecked.
When I can trust my arms again, I guide us down carefully, turning so she’s tucked against me. Her back presses to my chest, warm and damp, and I curl around her—arm sliding around her waist, palm flattening low on her stomach.
For long minutes, the only sound is our breathing gradually slowing. Eventually, I slip out of her and press a kiss to her bare shoulder, shifting so she can turn toward me.
Her hair falls across her cheek. I brush it back gently, tracing her jaw with my thumb. Her lips are swollen, her skin flushed, her eyes heavy but bright when they meet mine.
"You okay?"
She nods. "More than okay."
Nine years of wanting this woman. Nine years of imagining what it would be like.
Reality's better.
Her fingers trace patterns on my chest, dancing over old tattoos. "River? I love you."
The world slides to a stop around us, and I can barely breathe. "Nad."
"Too soon?"
"I've loved you for so long, so no." I cradle her face and plant a soft kiss on her mouth. "I love you too, with every fiber of my being."
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