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River’s hands find purchase in my hair. He guides my head a with gentle pressure. I love feeling his excitement. I let him know that I am enjoying myself by gripping his ass and moaning around his cock.
His breath hitches. It’s a sign that I’m sucking his cock well. I get lost for a minute in the rhythm we create. Giving everything I have, taking everything he has for me. It’s intoxicating.
"Fuck, Pearl... just like that," River's voice breaks. I love it when he is about to lose it.
But he soon stops my ministrations. He pulls out of my mouth and draws me up to stand.
Our roles reverse as quickly as the ocean tide.
"My turn," he murmurs. “Be a good girl for me and be still.”
A rivulet of anticipation drips down my spine and pools somewhere low in my body. His lips trace a searing path down my neck. He sucks and marks me with bites kisses that feel like a branding. With every caress, he worships my body as if it's sacred ground. I'm lost to the sensation.
I’m in awe of being adored like this, without reservations.
"River," I gasp. I barely recognize my own voice. It’s laced with an urgency that borders on desperation. He answers with a hum against my skin. The vibration sends another surge of pleasure rippling through me.
Heat builds within me. A fire is being built, sparked by River's relentless tongue and teeth touching my every sensitive spot.
Suddenly, I have to have River inside me. Pressing him back gently, I guide him down onto the bed. He goes without resistance or us having to communicate anything out loud. We both know where the ultimate goal lies. How we get there is more or less beside the point.
I mount him, fisting his thick cock and bringing to my wet, hot pussy entrance. He gasps as I begin to impale myself inch by torturously slow inch. His cock stretches me out, filling me to the brim. I feel like I’m worshipping him, taking my time and being surrounded and filled by him at the same time. Fucking him, rocking my hips back and forth slowly, is almost a religious experience.
“You feel so good, darlin,” he purrs. “So fucking wet for me.”
“I need to feel you move inside me,” I breathe out. “Please, baby. Give me everything. Don’t hold back.”
He grips my hips and starts to move beneath me, driving his cock up into my desperately needy pussy. My eyes roll up in my head briefly.
But I force them to remain open so I can see the pleasure on my man’s face. His expression is open and raw. His eyes bore into mine.
My hips move with a fervency that matches the pounding of my heart. Each thrust pushing me closer to the edge of reason. His hands grip my hips, guiding me, encouraging me to abandon all restraint. I comply willingly. I’m driven by a hunger that only he can satisfy.
"River," I pant. “Tell me what you feel, sweetheart.”
He gazes up at me, his eyes dark pools of desire. I see reflected in them the depth of our connection. It’s not just our bodies that are entwined
Our very souls are enmeshed in a way that is concrete and permanent.
"God, yes, Pearl. I love when your greedy little pussy takes what it needs like that," he rasps out from below me. “Fuck me like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do, darlin.”
His praise spurs me on. I ride him harder.
I'm lost in the moment, lost in him. I honestly forget that we’re in a physical space and time for about half of our sex session. But when a flicker of movement catches my eye, I start. Strangers are strolling along the shoreline and their laughter carries faintly on the breeze.
I freeze. Should I try to cover myself?
What if they see? What if they laugh? My body doesn’t look the same as it did before my pregnancy and I’ve definitely got some insecurity about it.
"Hey, hey..." River's voice is a steady anchor amidst the swirling eddy of my fears. “Look at me, sweetheart.”
I look at him, swallowing. I don’t have to speak my fears aloud. River knows. He always knows.
“Don't mind them. They don't matter. It's just you and me here, Pearl. Only us." He runs his hands through my hair and then down to my breasts. He shapes the flare of my hips.
“Look at yourself. So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. “And all mine.”
His hands move to my hips. His touch isn’t restricting but it’s reassuring, as if he's grounding me to this place.
