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"Morning, beautiful," he murmurs. His voice is husky with sleep and something more primal.
I roll onto my back, meeting those piercing eyes of his that always seem to see right through me. "Is it morning already?"
My words come out thick and lazy. They belie the tingle in my body that is waking up fast.
"Early enough," River replies. He props himself on one elbow to look down at me. He's got that half-smile that makes my stomach flip-flop. Especially when he's this close.
I stretch beneath him, aware of the heat building between us. The sheets are tangled around our legs, evidence of last night's activities.
We've been trying for a baby. My bathroom cabinet is full of ovulation kits and I have nothing against banging on schedule. Not that we need it, exactly. We haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other for long enough to need to schedule sex.
But right now, seeing River’s eyes darken with desire, I know I'm not actively ovulating. There’s no chance of getting pregnant today.
But I still want him.
A pang of guilt twinges in my chest. This isn't part of the plan.
Wanting River Taylor is decidedly not part of the plan.
"Should we be doing this?" I ask. Even as the words leave my mouth, my body arches towards him. I crave his touch. “Don’t you want some time to recharge?”
River leans down, his mouth hovering just above mine. "Do you want me to stop?"
His breath mixes with mine as he lays down a challenge. He knows perfectly well what he’s asking.
My heart races. I reach up to thread my fingers through his tousled hair.
"Don't you dare," I breathe.
That's all the invitation he needs. His mouth captures mine in a kiss that obliterates any lingering doubts. The practical side of me might be screaming about schedules and optimal times. But the rest of me drowns in the sheer intensity of wanting him, here and now, consequences be damned.
"God, Pearl, you feel so good," River groans against my lips.
I can't help but press closer, wanting to melt into him. I want to breathe him in, to drink him down. I’ll take him any way I can get him into my veins.
"Keep making me feel good, then," I whisper back, giving myself over to the moment, to the rush of heat that only River can ignite.
My pulse hammers in my ears. My heart has its own heady rhythm that syncs with the urgency of River's kisses. With a sudden boldness, I wrap my legs around his waist. I need to bring him even closer, if that's possible.
His desire is a palpable force. I can feel his thick cock where it presses against my belly. It excites me and fans the flames of my own desire.
"River," I gasp between the press of our lips. I can feel his cock hardening against me. I rock my hips against his. “I need you, baby.”
His whispered words are laced with lust. They speak of a dirty promise that sends shivers down my spine. "I want to stretch you out, Pearl. I’m ready to fill you up with come until you can't take any more."
A wave of butterflies erupts in my stomach. Oh, this is definitely happening.
"Please," I murmur. My fingers explore the contours of his back. His muscles shift like taut cords under his skin. “Fuck, River. You make me crazy.”
River's hands glide over my body, his touch both gentle and reverent. There's an ownership in his caress, but also an adoration that warms me from the inside out. He pauses, hovering above me. His gaze traces the lines of my face before drifting downwards.
"Your skin," he murmurs. "It's so soft, so perfect."
His fingertips wander across the mahogany canvas of my body, igniting tiny fires wherever his touch goes.
"Every inch of you is exquisite," he continues. He leans down to place a kiss in the valley between my breasts. "I intend to taste every single part."
I arch into him. I’m offering myself up to the sensation, to the anticipation that builds with each word, each touch.
