Chapter 38 #2
River caught the sound with a kiss, angling herself over me and lifting her free hand to cup my face.
Her other hand, hot under my shirt, closed palm-down over one hard, sensitive nipple.
I arched up into the sensation, back lifting from the bed while her lips traveled across my cheek, down my throat—pausing to suck a bruise under my jaw.
She guided my shirt up over my head, lips returning to my bare chest to pepper kisses down my sternum.
Her robe came off, along with her bralette, and when she lay her full weight down on me, I groaned into the alcove of her neck—skin-on-skin contact, so foreign and so necessary, nearly bringing me to tears.
My fingers dug into her back and I clung to her.
It was enough. It was everything I didn’t know I needed. We could have never taken it further, never moved from that moment and it would have been enough. Simply holding her, and being held in return, was enough.
Then her hands traveled lower, dipping gently under the seam of my pants, and my eyes flew open.
The growing heat between my legs radiated outward, near aching in its intensity before she’d even reached the apex of my thighs.
And when she did—when those gentle fingers found their mark—I found my voice.
“Oh my god,” I yelped, and dug nails deep into her shoulders when River tried to jerk away. “No, no, it’s fine. It’s just—” her fingers brushed up against that collection of nerves again, sending shockwaves through the rest of my body, “Fuck.”
“Language,” River murmured in my ear, but I could hear the smile in her voice.
“Since when have you cared about that—” Another startled gasp had me cutting my own quip short, and the moan that followed when she licked a tongue up my throat was deep and guttural in its intensity.
I lay back, breath coming in short, sharp stutters when she ran a finger through soft—and to my surprise, very wet—folds. Those same fingers circled my clit again, gentle coaxing strokes that had my hands fisting in the bedsheets and obscene little sounds rising from the back of my throat.
My body’s reaction was immediate, every muscle tensing as the pads of her finger curled against that sensitive spot over and over again before dipping lower, lightly gliding at my entrance, and moving back again.
She kept up that pace—toying with me, I realized, when I caught a glimpse of her fanged grin before she crushed her mouth to mine.
“River…” I murmured the plea against her mouth, bucking my hips up and hoping like hell that conveyed exactly what I wanted her to do. “Please.”
“Hmm?” Her tongue licked into my mouth, her fingers still working that slow circle around my clit, driving me deeper and deeper into a hot, heady haze of arousal.
“Please…” It was getting harder to form words, harder to haul myself out of my stupor when she was kissing me senseless. “Just—” I bucked my hips again, chasing her fingers, eager to feel all of her. “Please.”
The hoarse request was received loud and clear, and another gasp shook my body when her fingers moved inside me, slipping in with ease and sending me into a frenzy. The intrusion burned, but only for a moment, before the faint discomfort gave way to screaming euphoria.
My voice rang around the room and I buried my face in her neck, groaning through the motions when her hand began to move.
I tensed around her fingers as she pushed deeper, clinging to her for dear life and groaning a stuttering string of profanities when those fingers curled inside me, stroking some hidden place I hadn’t even known existed until now.
River’s patience was endless; my hunger, once unlocked, surprised us both.
Before I knew it I was spasming, the world crashing down around me, and I couldn’t have cared less.
My nails dragged down her bare back, my body rocking and rolling beneath her, pinned to the mattress by her welcomed weight.
I kissed her like I was ravenous, until my lungs burned for breath, and she kissed me back—even when my head bucked back against the bed and my eyes rolled back in my skull.
When release finally came—slow-building, world-tilting—it felt like shattering chains I’d carried my entire life.
My arching back collapsed flat on the mattress and I lay there, twitching and gasping as wave after wave of pure elation crashed over me. River held her fingers in place as I rode out the final ripples of what I now knew was an orgasm.
When she lifted her head, ochre eyes locking onto mine, all I could do was stare at her.
Slack jawed and in awe while she smiled back at me.
As the heat haze dissipated and reality set in, I was profoundly aware of my own body again, bare before her in all its skinny, scarred glory.
But I wasn’t ashamed, I couldn’t even find it in me to feel embarrassed.
River finally removed her fingers and sat back on the bed, catching my eye as she lifted two slicked-up digits and licked them clean.
I stared, shocked into silence—and then a small, disbelieving laugh crackled out of me.
River laughed in kind, a satisfied chiming of bells that had my cheeks flushing.
My chest was heaving and my limbs were twitching and all I could do was stare back at her, grinning like an idiot. The sudden awkward switch from insanely aroused to giggling like school girls felt precious. Undeniable proof that this moment was real, unscripted.
Entirely ours.