Chapter Twenty-five
Ava
My legs part automatically before I’m even conscious and aware of what I’m doing. My body accepts River’s unquestionably, as though we are made for each other, as if this was always meant to be.
“Shhh, baby. Go back to sleep if you need to, I just need a little something to see me through until morning.” His fingers slip between my thighs, finding the wetness that’s already gathered there, that’s always there for him.
I moan. “Hmmm, feels so good…”
“Fuck,” he rasps in my ear. “You’re always so fucking wet for me. You love being my perfect little slut, don’t you?” I can only gasp my reply as he pushes two fingers into me, hard and deep. “You need my cock already, don’t you? Need to feel so full you can’t tell where you end and I begin.”
“Yes,” I whimper as his cock pushes inside me.
“Always so fucking tight,” he groans. “You feel so good wrapped around me.”
He slowly thrusts inside me, making love to me. It’s the only way I can describe it, his thrusts are unhurried, and he kisses me between every drive of his cock, his teeth grazing the skin of my neck as he whispers words of praise, encouragement, and love in my ear.
My orgasm doesn’t rush upon me this time, it’s as slow and drawn out as the way he’s taking me. It goes on and on, pleasure continually flooding my body. It’s steady but no less intense because of it.
“Christ, baby,” he grates. “You’re milking my cum right out of me. I can’t hold back when you squeeze me like that.” His hips finally still, but he stays exactly as he is, his body pressed up behind mine.
I can already feel my eyes closing, the orgasm lulling me back to sleep.
“Go back to sleep, pipsqueak. I’m going to stay right here until morning.” He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me tightly into him and keeping his cock buried deep inside me. Where — just like he said — he stays until morning.
***
We pull up outside a large plot of land, that looks an absolute mess.
There’s fencing around it, but through the wire mesh I can clearly see machinery everywhere, piles of beams and bricks, and what looks like a very large concrete floorplan.
Some of the rooms already have the beginnings of walls being put up, but it looks like it’s going to be more of an open plan design.
What has my attention, though, is the view behind it all.
The plot is adjacent to the beach, it’s stunning and my dream location for a house.
“What do you think?” River asks me as he helps me from the car.
“I think this is going to be amazing. Who’s is it?”
I know he said he’s building a house, but this can’t be it. Surely not. This is incredible and will have cost a fortune. I know River does well, but I can’t imagine he can afford somewhere like this. Can he?
“Ours, pipsqueak.”
“Holy shit, River. Can we go in? Can you show me everything?” He reaches back into the car and pulls something out, but I’m too engrossed by the foundations of the house to see exactly what he grabbed. Then his words register with me.
Ours?
“Wait, what do you mean ‘ours’?”
“Exactly what it sounds like. You’re going to live here with me, baby. I’m building this house for you. For us.”
“River that’s… You can’t have… What are you talking about? This started long before we got together.” I gesture to the site in front of us. This is years of planning that River has done, there’s no way I was factored into it.
“Pipsqueak, look at me.”
I pull my gaze away from the ocean and look at the man in front of me, the man who is looking decidedly nervous.
“Every part of this house, every brick, every pane of glass, every tile laid is for you. I didn’t think I’d ever get to live in it with you, but I knew I wanted to be surrounded by you in some way.
I’ve paid attention over the years, baby, to everything.
” He pulls the very folder I tried to look at weeks ago in his office from behind his back.
“I’m hoping this shows you how much I love you; how real this is, and how you’ve always been the one for me. ”
He holds it out in front of him, offering it to me.
I’ve got no idea what to expect, but it certainly isn’t to open it to the first page and find cut outs of houses collaged onto the page — houses I recognize, houses I’ve admired and always imagined mine looking like.
The whole book is full of the same; kitchens, bathrooms, patios, tiles, flooring, sketches and drawings that I know are River’s work.
Every single item in this book is something I’ve liked over the years.
What I think is meant to be a laugh leaves my body, it’s more of a wheeze, though, more breath than actual laughter. I go back to the beginning and flick through all of it again, completely overwhelmed by what I’m seeing.
“I don’t understand.” My words are whispered. I’m having a hard time processing what I think he’s telling me. His hand comes up to cup my cheek and his thumb brushes over my skin.
“Yeah you do, pipsqueak. You just don’t want to admit it.”
“River…”
“I’m building you your dream, baby, because you’re mine.”