My fingers dug into the sheet as I tried to hinder myself from screaming. “River,” I moaned in delighted frustration. My body came alive, and I was too overwhelmed to know what to do. Had I always been this responsive? Good God, my body was on fire while free falling at the same time. I wanted to scream, scratch, and then scream some more.
“Baby,” I sobbed in agony when I felt his finger dip into my core as I continually secreted juices for him to lavish and devour on.
I deliberately lifted my hips for a short reprieve, but he was hell-bent on torturing me, forcefully flattening his palm against the top of my mound, grounding me into the mattress to constrict my movement, making me endure the onslaught of what his digit had to offer.
The rapid impact of his finger rubbing against my G-spot sent me into a deep spiral of defenselessness. My body bucked and screamed for mercy as the hot wave of an orgasm sent me into a quivering mess.
Hot tears prickled the backs of my eyes as I rode the surge of electricity shuddering through my body. It was no wonder I was once addicted to this kind of drug. It was potent, raw, and intoxicating.
“I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you, Cara.” There was a smile to his voice as he left soft trails of kisses against my body before reaching my neck then slowly making love to my lips.
I was too dazed from the whole ordeal that it took me a moment to respond back to his kisses, and when I did, in the very depths of my soul, it reminded me that this was where I belonged … with the man I had grown to hate.
“River …” I whimpered as I felt his cock nudge my entrance again. But this time, he carefully entered me without hindrance, gradually inching himself inside my wet core. He was halfway in when he couldn’t prod farther.
He took a deep breath to calm himself before he cupped my cheek. “Do you trust me?”
I knew he was going to do the deed, and it felt like I was that young virgin again, ready to give herself to the man she loved.
“I do. But this doesn’t change a thing, River.” This was sex, not love or reconciliation. I had to get that out there, just in case he thought otherwise.
His depths darkened before I felt his powerful hand grapple the side of my hips. “I love you. Nothing you say or do will ever fucking change that.” He then withdrew his cock and thrusted back into my pussy with such potent force I cried out in pain and pleasure. I felt it scrape against the opening of my cervix.
He was beyond consumed with lust, pacing himself before taking my lips once more.
“I love you,” he grunted in vain as he slid in and out of my wetness, stretching me wide. “I don’t care how many guys you’ve fucked. My heart’s still yours.”
He had this whole spiel while I was going through another wave of orgasm. How in the world did he expect me to rebut that?
River kept murmuring words, but nothing registered, too overwrought with the copious amount of back to back orgasms before he finally reached his.
“Cara, baby, I’m coming inside you.”
He screamed my name as he came inside my womb, the experience so profoundly intense and so mind numbing that, by then, I was literally a breath away from blackening out.
“Sweet dreams, my little petal.” He kissed my forehead before tucking me around his body. We fitted like a glove.
A soft smile played across my lips before sleep took me into its warm embrace.