Chapter 27 #2
The door opened, and River came out wearing a tight black tank top and black boxers.
The strap-on was clearly outlined beneath, and all the breath left Marina’s body in a rush.
River climbed onto the bed, the muscles in her shoulders bunching, the tattoos shifting in the shadows like moving pictures.
She straddled Marina, the dildo pressing against her clit, and she moaned.
River’s hands slid up her sides to her breasts, and she leaned down and sucked hard on one nipple, then the other.
Marina dug one hand into River’s short hair and dragged her nails along River’s shoulder with the other.
“Are you ready for me?” River whispered, and her hand slid between Marina’s legs. She grinned. “Guess so.” She released the dildo from the boxers, moved it into position, and then shifted so her body was over Marina’s. “You wanted me to make you scream. Do it.”
It wasn’t a question. It was a statement she punctuated with a long, deep thrust that resulted in Marina doing just as she was told.
River fucked her slowly, pushing Marina’s knees up so she could go deeper still, and her eyes were full of desire, so sensual and intense.
She fucked harder, and faster, until Marina arched again, crying out River’s name, her hands twisted in the blanket beneath her.
But River didn’t give her time to breathe.
She pulled out, flipped Marina onto her stomach, and pushed into her from behind.
Her hand tangled in Marina’s hair, and she whispered beautiful, perfectly dirty things in Marina’s ear as she pushed into her.
She settled back and pulled Marina up to her knees and then fucked her deeper and harder again, this time with one hand teasing Marina’s clit at the same time.
Marina cried out again and again, her body belonging entirely to River and whatever it was she wanted to do with it.
She came with a soul-shattering intensity that brought tears to her eyes.
River’s arms wrapped around her, and she guided them down to the bed, then onto their sides before she pulled out.
Marina pressed back against her, needing the feel of River’s strong body, the feel of her arms, the comfort and steady beat of her heart. And River gave it all, pulling her close and enfolding her tightly.
They stayed that way for a long time, and Marina let some tears fall. They were tears of release, tears of letting go. And she felt safe enough there in the darkness of River’s room to simply feel.
“You okay?” River murmured eventually.
“I just had sex with a god in disguise. I’m pretty sure I’ll never be okay again.” Marina shifted so she could stay in River’s arms but face her. “That was even better than I thought it would be.”
River smiled and gently moved hair off Marina’s cheek.
“I’m never going to let you live down that god compliment.
I might have business cards made with that quote.
” She laughed when Marina swatted at her.
“You’re exceptional. You’re gorgeous, and the way you gave yourself to me…
” She shook her head and blew out a breath. “Damn.”
Inexplicably, Marina found herself feeling shy. Plenty of women had said she was good in bed. But this somehow felt like more than that. “Thank you.”
“Thank you.” River kissed her softly. “Let me go get cleaned up and then we can crawl under the covers. It’s getting cold in here.”
Marina shivered and realized she’d been so wrapped up in River’s heat that she hadn’t noticed.
Now goosebumps covered her, and she squeaked.
River laughed as Marina yanked back the comforter and burrowed beneath it.
She inhaled River’s woodsy cologne on the pillow, and her clit twitched in response.
Jesus, it was like being a teenager again.
She giggled, a sound she probably hadn’t made since she was twelve, but she couldn’t help it.
Her body felt all kinds of perfectly used, and yet she still wanted more.
River came out wearing a fresh tank and boxers, and Marina watched her move around the room.
Her thighs were thick slabs of muscle, and her stomach was nearly flat.
Once again, it was easy to stare at her heavily muscled arms, the biceps covered in ink.
She went downstairs and came right back with a big glass of water that she handed to Marina.
“In case you got a little dehydrated.” She winked and slid under the comforter next to her.
Marina rolled her eyes, but she was actually really thirsty. She drank down half and handed it back. “Thanks. Although it does seem like the least you can do after using a girl that way.”
“I agree wholeheartedly.” River lay on her back, and Marina snuggled in against her, her head on River’s shoulder.
River stroked her hair, and Marina let herself relax into the touch and the feeling of rightness.
Tonight it was perfect, and that was all that mattered.
Tonight she could pretend that she’d be happy in this little house, next to this hot, handsome butch, and that there wasn’t anything waiting beyond tomorrow’s sunrise to tear them apart again.