Page 96 of River & Rue

I slip my glasses off and place them on the dresser behind her, then cover her hands with mine. She looks up in confusion.

“Did you think we were done?”

“Um… yes?”

Grabbing the in-progress knot on her towel, I tug her toward me, then spin her around and start walking. A nervous laugh leaves her as she’s forced to shuffle backward.

“River? What’s happening right now?”

When we’re a few inches from the bed, I stop and shake my head chidingly.

“We aren’t done. I said I wanted to taste you, didn’t I?”

Her mouth slackens. “But I already…”

I stroke her pink cheek with my thumb. “You have two choices. You can get on the bed yourself and spread your legs for me, or I’ll help you. Either way, I’m eating your cunt until you come on my tongue. Unless—” I tilt my head. “I suppose there’s a third option. You can tell me to leave.”

She blinks a few times, then rips the towel off and throws herself onto the bed.

My laughter ends after one note, struck from my throat by a sight I’m not fully convinced is real.

Rue lies propped on her elbows, knees together, hair rioting around her face and framing her soft, trembling breasts. The curtain behind her is partially drawn, diffused sunlight haloing her head and lifting her irises to radiant sapphire.

A tide to her moon, I’m powerless against her lure. My shins meet the bed. I gaze down at her, my hands clenching as I fight the urge to fall on her like a beast.

“Show me.”

Her knees open slowly, thighs and calves flexing as her feet slide across the sheets.

A rough sigh leaves me.

Her pussy glistens, flushed a dusky rose from my hand and her orgasm. My mouth waters. My cock throbs. An agonized sound scrapes from my throat.

“Fuck me. So pretty.”

She shivers, knees trembling.

“We can. If you want.”

Her whisper stalls my inhale. Our gazes clash, and there’s nothing in her eyes but surrender and desire.

Some-fucking-how, I find one last thread of control.

“I do want—you have no idea how much. But today isn’t about me.”

She squeaks in surprise as I grab her ankles and drag her toward me. My knees hit the floor. I throw her legs over my shoulders, drive my hands under her ass, and lower my head.

A soft kiss on her inner thigh makes her jerk. Another closer kiss makes her body strain against my hold. I nuzzle her soft, dense curls, inhaling the ambrosia of her arousal.

She gasps. “Tease.”

I lick a slow path around her clit.

She whines, high and desperate.

“Mmm. I love that sound.” I flatten my tongue and drag it up her center with a groan. “You. Are. Delicious.”

She wiggles in my grip, trying to chase my tongue.