Page 112 of River & Rue

I’m still panting and twitching when he bites my lower lip, plucking my nipples at the same time. The combined sting incites a need unlike any I’ve ever felt. I drag my nails down his sides, gratified when he shivers. Grabbing his firm ass, I pull him down. He drops to his forearms, his length trapped between us.

The weight of his body on mine is everything I knew it would be and more—an anchor of muscle and heat, a symphony of tactile contrasts, a sensory refuge of woods, citrus, and wind-whipped ocean. The rightness of it, of him, settles inside me. Everything beyond his broad shoulders becomes meaningless.

River’s hands cup my face; my fingers dig into the supple skin of his waist. Our lips tremble a millimeter from contact, each breath a shared effort. I whimper as he rolls his hips, rubbing the base of his cock against my clit. So soon after my orgasm, the pressure carries a sharp edge, but the discomfort only drives my need higher. I hook my legs around his thighs and circle my hips as much as I can. With a hum that vibrates through my chest, he obliges my unspoken demand. His strokes become longer, harder. I moan at the first pass of unyielding metal.

His smile is slow and wicked. I raise my head to taste the curve of it, and my name floats from his mouth to mine.

I half expect him to ask me again if I’m sure, but when I suck on his tongue, his self-control fractures. Lifting his hips, he grabs his cock and rubs the thick, silky head over my clit until I’m mindless and begging, and finally, finally, notches himself against me.

His murmur tickles my lips. “Stay nice and relaxed for me. If it hurts, tell me, and I’ll take the piercings out.”

I nod. Our kiss deepens, turning wild as he pushes inside me. I’m so wet, so desperate, that what might have been painful is instead a glorious, profound stretch. I’m so full, the entirety of him so overwhelming, I don’t even feel the piercings.

For every inch he gains, he withdraws and sinks in again, and each thrust is more powerful than the last. By the time our bodies meet, I’m teetering on the edge of another orgasm and moaning continuously.

River’s arms flex as he pushes himself up. He pulls out almost entirely, then thrusts hard. When he bottoms out, he grinds his pelvis into my clit and hits a spot inside me that makes me see stars.

Then he does it again. And again. Between every thrust, his voice melts in my ears.

“You’re taking me so well… Making such pretty sounds for me… That’s my girl… Do you need more?”

“Yes.” I gasp. “Harder. More.”

River grabs my legs, folding them toward my body and pinning them under his arms as he covers me again. He never stops moving and neither do I, our hips churning in a flawless, unfathomable rhythm. I’ve never felt anything close to this with another person, like our physical boundaries have dissolved.

Our mouths a hairsbreadth apart, he whispers, “Forgive me.”

“For what?”

“I’m going to fuck you like I want to break you, and I’m not stopping until you’re full of my cum.”

My pussy clamps down in approval.

“Fuck. Like the sound of that, do you?” He licks into my mouth, hot and filthy. “Such a slut for me. So perfect. Mine.”

“Yours,” I whisper.

Nylon crinkles as he grabs the floor of the tent to anchor himself. His next thrust shakes my entire body and lands like a bomb on my clit. The next steals the scream from my lungs.

“Eyes on me, love.”

Thrust.

“You feel so fucking good.”

Thrust.

“I’m so grateful.”

Thrust.

“Fuck, you’re choking my cock.”

Thrust.

“That’s it. Give it to me.”

Thrust.