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I’m left gasping into River’s neck as he rubs my back through the tiny aftershocks.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he promises in my ear. “And I’m never going to let you forget it.”
I hum contentedly against his neck.
I feel at peace for the first time in weeks.
“And the messiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he adds, chuckling. “I’ll never forget what you did to my jacket.”
My face flames, and I nuzzle into his neck.
“I’m not complaining,” he says, and I hear the smile in his voice. “It was flattering.”
I groan. “Shut up,” I mutter, then roll off of him.
Speaking of messiest…
“I’m sorry,” I choke out, as I motion to his pants. We’re both covered in my juices, and I’m sure having damp jeans feels just as unpleasant as my wet pajama bottoms do.
“Nothing to be sorry for, baby,” he rasps. “I like it. If I could wear your slick on me every day, I would.”
I snort. “Gross and dramatic as ever.” But my lips curl into a small smile. I used to always feel disgusting if I made too much of a mess—I was reminded that doing that much laundry would increase Jason’s water bill.
So being with someone more than happy to be covered in my fluids is liberating.
“I would lick it off the fucking floor,” he adds as an afterthought.
“Okay. Stop.”
He chuckles.
But my bottoms are ruined for the night. I’ll need to change into something else.
“Here,” River says as I start to shimmy out of them, “let me take care of it for you.”
I lie back in bed, exhausted and still coming down from my orgasmic bliss. “You don’t have to,” I argue weakly, but he’s pushing the covers back before I can stop him.
“Lift your hips,” he says, his voice raspy. “I’ve got it, baby.”
I close my eyes and sigh contentedly as his powerful hands undress me from the waist down. Any insecurity I had about him seeing me like this fades away as I’m exposed to him.
The cold night air hits my overheated cunt, and I hum as his thick fingers trace circles over my hipbones.
“Are you just staring at me?” I mumble.
“Just like a flower,” he mutters to himself. “A perfect, delicious flower.”
His gentle touch stops, and there’s movement as he leaves the bed.
I drift in and out of consciousness, barely awake as he wipes the slick from my inner thighs and core with a cloth.
“You didn’t finish,” I blurt out with a start. My eyes snap open, and I watch as he stares at my cunt almost dazedly.
“I don’t need to,” he murmurs.
“But you want to,” I add, unable to hide my yawn.
He smirks and meets my eyes. “Not if you’re this tired. It wasn’t about me, anyway. All I need is to be here with you.”
