“I’ll go,” he tells me as his hand starts rubbing over the top of my pajama shorts. “Just as soon as I’m finished here.”
I grind down against his hand, needing more as a squeak is pulled from me. There’s no fighting it. I want it so bad.
His lips continue their sensual assault against my neck as one hand works between my legs and the other works my body, sending me into sexual bliss.
Rivers grows harder by the second and I want nothing more than to spin around and take hold of him, to feel his velvety skin beneath my fingers once again, to watch how my touch affects him just as he does to me. But I can’t. The hold Rivers has on my body forbids me from moving even an inch and what’s more, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Rivers’ hand slips under the fabric of both my shorts and underwear and the second his fingers come into contact with my clit and begin rubbing circles, I’m a fucking goner. A breathy gasp sails out of me as my knees buckle, making me grip onto my counter to avoid falling into it.
His foot is at mine and he kicks it open, leaving me wide open and soaking wet, desperately craving and needing so much more.
He doesn’t disappoint. When it comes down to this, Rivers never disappoints.
Two thick fingers find my entrance and he pushes them in deep as my head falls back onto his shoulder. I clutch onto the counter as though it’s the only thing keeping me grounded and find my face turning towards his.
His lips meet mine seconds before he uses his thumb to continue those torturous little circles against my clit.
In. Out. In. Out. OH, FUCK! This is good.
My body is forced to the edge, but I find myself holding on for more. “I need…more.”
“I got you,” he whispers, picking up his pace as his thumb adds a little pressure.
A groan tears from my throat and I scream out his name. He works my body like a fucking pro and I want nothing more than to strip off naked, climb up on this fucking counter, and bend myself over, offering myself up to him like a Thanksgiving turkey.
I need him to fuck me and I need it to be messy.
I need my ass spanked.
I need him to claim me.
I need him to pound into me, giving it all he’s got.
I want bruises left on my skin.
I want to be left red fucking raw and utterly spent when he deems that he’s through with me.
Fuck…
What I need is Jesus.
Rivers’ hand slips inside my tank and under my bra that I failed to take off before bed and cups my breast as I grind my ass against him. He squeezes my breast before running his fingers over my nipple and sending an electric shock right down to my pussy. Feeling my reaction, he does it again and again being just as rough as I need.
With one last circle rubbed over my clit, my world explodes. I detonate around his fingers and scream out his name once again. His lips catch mine and his fingers never let up, not until I’ve finished riding out my orgasm.
I gasp, trying to catch my breath. What the fuck was that? It was as though the devil came and possessed my body because it has never reacted so strongly to a man’s touch. I was on fire.
I sag against him and he catches me with ease. “You’re fucking beautiful when you come,” he murmurs against my neck.
I feel my cheeks flame, but for the most part I like his words. I like how they make me feel like the sexiest woman who ever lived. I turn in his arms and look up into his eyes that don’t seem so haunted anymore.
“I know,” he murmurs, reaching down between us and adjusting himself in his pants. “I’m leaving now.”
A wicked grin spreads across my face as I slide my hand up his shirt. “You don’t need to leave,” I tell him, loving the deep ridges of his abs beneath my fingers. I slide my hands up to his chest and splay them out, wanting to touch as much of him as possible.
“Yeah, I do,” he says, slowly nodding his head as he takes my hips and pulls me into him so I can feel exactly what he’s got going on down there. “I want to fuck you until you can’t walk, Tully, and if I stay then that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
“Maybe that’s exactly what I need you to do.”
“I know, baby,” he says as he slides his knee between my legs, rubbing it over my pussy. “You’re dripping wet for me. You need me to slam you down on this counter, open you up wide and fuck you just as bad as I need to be between your fucking legs with your taste on my tongue.”