Episode 214
HOT BLOODED
River
God, she’s so perfectly tight and wet.
I thrust deeply into her, again and again, the heat of her body making me ache with the intensity of my desire.
She digs her nails into my back and locks her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, deeper. The delicious friction has every nerve in my body screaming. She clings to me as I drive into her, again and again.
“River...” she moans, her voice low and seductive. Her hips move with mine, our rhythm matching in perfect synchrony.
I thrust, thrust, thrust…
She gloves me, sucks me in, takes me over.
“Say it,” I demand, panting against her neck. “Say you love me.”
“I love you,” she gasps out between moans.
The words ignite a fire in me, and I thrust harder and faster.
I can still taste her on my tongue from our earlier kiss and it drives me wilder still. My strokes become more erratic as pleasure builds within me, a burning wave that threatens to overtake me, catapult me over the edge.
No.
Too soon.
I need to taste her, make her come, hear her gasps as she rolls into orgasm after orgasm.
I pull out.
God, it nearly kills me. I wrap my fist around the base of my cock to hold off.
“River…” she whimpers.
“Quiet,” I say. “Nothing more out of you except screams, you got it? I’m going to eat you. I’m going to suck that sweet pussy until you’re clenching those thighs around me so tight I can’t breathe. And you’re going to scream my name, Emily. You’re going to fucking shatter.”
I move down her body, showering her with lush kisses. The taste of her skin on my tongue is intoxicating, a heady mix of sweetness and salt. I trail lower, taking my time, exploring, savoring.
Her gasps grow louder as I reach the juncture between her thighs. She’s already glossy with arousal, and I can’t resist. I dip my tongue into her folds, relishing the tangy sweetness.
She threads her fingers through my hair, holding me to her as if she can’t bear the thought of me ever leaving.
“River,” she breathes out. Her voice is hoarse, filled with need.
I pull back only to see her beneath me—wrecked and beautiful, her blond hair a mess and her face twisted in pleasure. Her chest heaves with ragged breaths, her skin flushed with desire. Her bright blue eyes are darkened with lust and locked onto mine.
She tightens her fingers in my hair as I run my tongue up and down her slit, teasing her but not yet giving her what she craves. She arches off the bed as she tries to press herself closer to my mouth, chasing the elusive pleasure that I’m torturing her with.
“River,” she pants.
“No talking,” I remind her, loving how desperate she sounds.
I focus on her clit, licking and sucking until her hips are bucking wildly against my face. The sounds she makes are music to my ears and they drive me closer to the brink of my own climax.
I slide two fingers inside her, plunging deep. It’s intoxicating, the way she feels around me—the way she squeezes and quivers as I pleasure her.
Her voice rises higher, turning into a keening wail as she comes undone beneath me. Her body goes rigid and convulses in waves of pleasure. She does as I commanded. She screams my name.
“River! My God, River!”
She nearly pulls me into oblivion with her.
Emily… How I love her.
Drunk on the taste of her, I move back up to capture her lips in a searing kiss.
And then I sink my cock inside her once more.
I drive into her—hard, fast, relentless.
She matches my desperate pace, pushing back against me with every thrust. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room.
Fuck, it’s hot.
“River,” she whimpers, digging her nails into my back.
“Mine,” I growl out.
Her walls clench around me as a second orgasm hits her.
“Fuck, River!”
That’s all the push I need.
With a deafening roar, I let myself go. Pleasure crashes over me like a tidal wave, sweeping away all thoughts and reason. The world blurs at the edges and then sharpens into crystal clear focus.
I’m hers.
And she’s mine.
A whirl of emotion hits me as hard as the physical pleasure.
I can’t live without this woman.
I won’t live without this woman.
As my climax wanes, euphoria sails through my veins, and then exhaustion overtakes me as I collapse on top of her, careful not to put my full weight on her delicate body. Together we lie there, skin against skin, two bodies tangled in a lovers’ knot.
My heart pounds, a wild rhythm that matches hers. I feel her gentle breaths against my neck and the subtle shivers that run through her body. A slow smile spreads across my face as I pull her closer, tucking her into the curve of my body.
I remain silent for several moments, letting the world shrink down solely to this room, this bed. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here, tangled up with Emily.
“River,” Emily murmurs against my chest.
I tense, all too aware of what she wants to say. It hangs over us like an unspoken truth.
“Not now,” I say softly, tracing circles on her back. “I want to hold you. I need to hold you.”
God knows I do, with everything else on my mind.
She stiffens a little beneath me but then relaxes. “Okay,” she says quietly.
We lie in silence for what feels like an eternity, my mind spinning with what-ifs and why-nots. But the warmth of Emily’s body beneath me and her gentle breath tickling my skin reassure me that no matter what comes next, we’ll face it together.
Because damn it, I love her.
I love Emily Kensington.
And nothing she could possibly say will change that.