Chapter 7 Daliah
Daliah
All these noises escaping me are making me want to hide my face and disappear. Unable to control them, River only makes them worse as he works his fingers between my folds.
Every night, I’ve tried circling my clit, or grinding it against the palm of my hand to ease this knot in the pit of my stomach, but I’d never brought out the kind of reaction he is, and he’s barely even started.
“You touched yourself, too?” Hugging his neck, I hide my face so he can’t see how pink I am.
“So many fucking times, Daliah. It’s a miracle my dick still works.” He groans into my hair and shifts his legs, so I’m spreading wider for him. “Let me tell you, my hand isn’t coming close to this pussy. No matter how many times I’ve imagined it, there’s no way I can pretend now.”
His touch slides further before I feel one of his fingers slide in. As a gasp leaves my lips, a curse leaves his.
“I don’t deserve this.” Shaking his head, he rests it against my shoulder as he gives his finger a curl. One little shift and he’s rubbing against a spot that has my breath catching in the back of my throat.
Without being told to do so, I lift slightly, just enough to get enough friction to feel pleasure running hot through my veins.
“Fuck, if only you could see yourself through my eyes.” To prove his point, he sits back and bites the corner of his bottom lip as he slowly works in a second finger. Together, they’re bigger than three of mine combined. Not that I’d ever have the courage to try to work in that much at a time.
Inhaling sharply at the stretch, I sink down until I feel the heel of his hand graze my clit. Now I can’t tell if I want to grind against him or keep moving along the length of his fingers.
Thankfully, he makes the decision for me to thrust them deeper, all while pressing his hand down firmly where I need it.
The dizziness comes in waves. Pinching my eyes shut, I’m left gripping his shoulders so I can just focus on the sensations that are flooding in. It’s too much, and not enough, all at the same time.
“River…” Whimpering out his name, I don’t miss the groan that wracks through him.
With just a little more pressure, I’m seeing stars and collapsing against his chest. Fighting to catch my breath, I’m left clinging to him and groaning as his fingers continue to move, stretching me out with the spread of them.
“You’re going to kill me if you keep that up.” Sounding completely gone, he swipes his thumb against my overly sensitized clit just to make me jerk, as if he can get a little revenge for whatever I’m doing to make him suffer.
As far as I can tell, with his heavy breathing and slightly flushed cheeks, he seems to be enjoying himself rather well.
Slowly, he drags his hand out and away from my pussy.
Bringing his fingers up for us to both see, I’m amazed by their glossiness.
My amazement burns into embarrassment when he pushes them into his mouth to lick them clean.
At the sight of his tongue lapping between them, I’m left mesmerized as he lets out a low moan.
River Pierce likes the taste of my pussy. Never in my dreams would I have thought something like that could be possible. Yet, he makes sure not to miss an ounce. Watching him like this makes me wonder what it would be like to have him lick me right at the source.
Would he be moaning and rumbling in the way he is right now? Oh, now that’s a thought that can make me tingly all over again. One man alone shouldn’t be enough to set me off, yet here I am, shifting against him, probably leaving damp spots against his jeans.
With as far as we’ve gone, can we go further? Is that too much to ask for?
Wiggling off him, I’m surprised to find that my legs feel like they’ve lost most of their strength. Thankfully, neither of my knees gives out. Drinking him in, I see his chest heaving, and lower, there’s the bulge pressing against his zipper.
Looks like I turn River Pierce on, too. Talk about a fantasy come true.
“Let’s hurry along with that tour.” Offering him my hand, his clean hand swallows mine up easily. Rather than getting off the couch immediately, he pauses long enough to enjoy holding my hand. Like he needs the excuse to touch me like this, he slowly stands.
I’ll never get used to this man towering over me. Nearly a foot taller, being beneath him like this makes it impossible to ignore the hunger radiating beneath his gaze.
“The bees?” He lets out a breath, slowly shaking his head like he’s trying to remember why he came here to begin with.
He may have texted me about checking out the hives, but plans change. Right now, there’s only one place I want to show him. It’s the only place he can untwist this winding knot in my gut.
“Something like that, sure.” Giving him a smile and knowing it’ll be enough to convince him to follow me anywhere, I give him a light tug. Just as I expect, he comes tumbling forward.
The noise he makes when we reach my bedroom is enough to make me want to laugh out loud. Especially when he shakes his head in disbelief.
Releasing his hand and taking a few steps away, I turn on my heel. Reaching up, I tease the straps of my dress. “Is this okay?”
Pretty sure I don’t need to explain to a grown man what it means to be brought to a woman’s bedroom.
Yet, he shakes his head and looks at me like I’ve grown a second head. “Daliah, you’ve already given me so much…”
“And I want to take more.” Plucking the strips down my arms, I look down as I shimmy the dress lower and lower until I reveal the lack of a bra covering my breasts.
Taking a shower wasn’t the only thing I’d done to prepare for his arrival. I skipped wearing a bra and made sure to shave everything. I’m smooth and soft and smell amazing. Today is going to be the day I lose my virginity. I made up my mind as soon as River wanted to come here.
We both know he doesn’t want to see the bees. But from the way he’s gawking at my chest? Definitely wants to see my breasts. Everything else, too, by the way his eyes follow my hands.
Blinking, he clears his throat before tearing his eyes upward. “Daliah, I’m not the kind of man who fools around with women.”
I nod and keep pushing the dress down until it hits my ankles. “I’m the kind of woman who’s been pining after the same guy for over a year now. I’m in it for the long game.”
He chokes on his next breath. “Over a year?”
Now it’s my turn to look away as I fight to squirm. “Ever since the first time I saw you.”
He doesn’t let me drown in my embarrassment for long. No, he’s huffing as he moves straight for me. Basically stomping his way over, I’m suddenly squashed against his chest.
“All this time…” He wraps his arms around me, and there’s no breaking free. Not that I want to be anywhere else. “You’re telling me that I suffered all winter for nothing?”
So it wasn’t just me, huh? We were both dying on the inside because neither of us wanted to be the one to take the first step. All it took was the impatience and need to finally step over that line to get us to where we are now.
Lifting my hands and grazing his bearded cheeks, I get a little lost in his eyes. “We can just end the suffering here and now. All you’ve got to do is say—”
He doesn’t let me finish my sentence, opting to swoop down and kiss me instead.
And thank God for that, because words have become useless.
Completely useless. The only thing that matters is the press of his lips, the hot slide of his tongue, the way he pulls me impossibly closer like he’s trying to erase every atom of space between us.
When we break apart, we’re both breathing hard, and for a moment, neither of us moves. Neither of us speaks. Then, without warning, he bends.
One arm hooks behind my knees, the other braces my back, and suddenly I’m being lifted like I weigh nothing at all. A surprised squeak escapes me, and I grab onto his shoulders for dear life as he carries me the few steps to my bed.
He sets me down like I’m made of glass. Like I’m something precious. Something worth taking care of. The mattress dips under my weight, and I look up at him standing over me, backlit by the soft afternoon light filtering through my curtains, and I think my heart might actually burst.
Then he pulls his shirt off. The motion itself is simple.
He grabs the hem and lifts, and suddenly I’m staring at the chest I’ve only ever imagined beneath those worn flannels and t-shirts.
Broad shoulders. Defined muscles. A light dusting of hair that trails down his stomach and disappears beneath his waistband.
He’s beautiful in a way that makes my throat tight.
That’s not even the most distracting part. It’s the fact that he’s smiling.
The grumpiest man at the farmers’ market, the one who always looks like he’s seconds away from frowning at something, is standing in my bedroom, shirtless, smiling at me like I’m the reason for it.
I’m in love with him. So much. So completely. It terrifies me and thrills me in equal measure.
He catches me staring, and that smile deepens.
His hands move to his jeans, working the button free with torturous slowness.
The zipper rasps down, and then he’s shoving both jeans and boxers down his legs in one motion.
His socks follow—he actually pauses to tug them off, and the mundane action amidst all this intensity makes me want to tilt my head back and laugh.
This is really happening. I’m giving myself to the man of my dreams.
When he straightens, he’s completely bare, and I can’t look away.
He’s hard. Even though I shouldn’t stare, I can’t help myself. Not when I’ve never seen a cock before. Swollen thick from the base down to the tip, it’s the slick red head that has my mouth watering.
He’d already gotten a taste of me. Will there be a time when I’ll get to taste him, too? Pushing to try now may be too much, but another time, I swear I’ll do it.
His eyes drop to my underwear—a simple cotton pair, nothing fancy, but the thin strip is still soaked. To the point of being invisible, I feel naked without taking them off. Still, he nods at them like he wants them gone.
I hook my thumbs into the waistband and peel them down my legs, kicking them onto the floor. Parting my thighs, he growls in response. My sex clenches immediately while I question my hearing.
I like it when he growls. I like it a lot.
He moves onto the bed, settling over me, bracketing my body with his arms. His skin is warm against mine, and the weight of him, all that bulk and muscle, makes me feel safe in a way I didn’t know was possible.
Right now, all I want to do is wrap my limbs around him and tug him completely against my front. Even if he swallows up my body, heck, crushes me, I wouldn’t mind one bit.
He makes it impossible to do anything when he suddenly grinds his hips against mine, sliding his cock along my folds. He’s especially hot down there. The contact is searing, and the friction makes my toes curl tightly.
“I’ve always had a hard time focusing at the farmers’ market,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear before he’s placing a light kiss against my throat. Then, he shifts lower. Enough to make a breathless laugh slip past my lips.
“And here I thought you hated me this whole time.”
He pulls back just enough to look at me, and then he laughs, transforming his whole face. “Hated you?” He shakes his head slowly, wonder in his eyes. “Daliah, you’ve got it all wrong.”
His hand comes up to cup my face, thumb tracing my cheekbone with infinite gentleness.
I swear, I think my heart skips. This can’t possibly be healthy, but here I am, wanting him to do it again.
“Completely the opposite.” He leans down, lips hovering just above mine. “And now? I’m going to prove it to you until you believe me.”
I already do, but if he wants to do this, then I am happy to go along for the ride.