I started to come, my hands grabbing his shoulders, holding on tight. I pulled forward, lurching off the bed. River slid his hands to my back and held me, almost cradling me against his strong chest as I started to kiss him.
"Yes, darlin'," River growled. "Yes … "
I whimpered as my body's orgasm went on. The wild sensation had passed from my core down between my legs. River was still loving me, his hard shaft finding its way in and out me. It was like the pleasure wouldn't end.
Then River made a move.
His hands tightened against my back. He rolled to his right, taking me with him. Just like that, I was then on top of him. My hands spread across his wildly defined chest. A wave of self conscious feeling ran through me as I felt so exposed and visible to him.
His hands grabbed my hips, and he wasted no time in lifting me and lowering me.
When he did, I gasped, forgetting to breathe for a split second.
I slid my right hand up to touch his face again.
Both of his hands came around and touched my belly, making me shiver. He then moved up until he was cupping my breasts. I rocked my hips against his thickness. The feeling left me so impossibly full I wasn't sure if I was coming again or still coming from a few seconds ago.
I was then left with no choice but to keep my hands on his strong chest, my nails digging into him as I rode him. I was officially using him for my own pleasure. I had never done this before with River. He had always been the one in control. But now, I was pumping and thrusting my hips against him. Lifting and lowering, feeling the backs of my legs slap against his thick legs. The sound began to echo in the room, feeling as loud as they thunder outside.
I kept going and going. I threw my head back. The ends of wet hair slapped my back. I leaned forward, feeling more gorgeous than I had in my entire life. I shut my eyes and let my body become consumed by the pleasure. Feeling his thickness inside me. Pressing, opening, exploring everything I had to offer him.
His hands squeezed hard against my breasts. Then their grip released, and his hands were moving down my body once again. He took firm hold to my hips. I hated my hips. I went from a slender young woman to this curvy figure overnight. It drove me nuts, but right at that exact moment I was grateful for my hips and all the curves that came with them. Because River held tight and started to lift and lower me.
Now he was using me.
I slid my hands to his arms, feeling those muscles flexing. Those rock-hard muscles that used to carry me and hold me. Those iron muscles that were used to fighting, to winning cash, cash he would spoil me with.
The history between was as real as the pleasure soaring through my body.
It soared to a point where I cried out once again as I felt myself approaching another climax. When I started to come the second time, I collapsed into his chest. I was unable to hold myself up. Every muscle turned into rubber. I buried my face into his neck, smelling the sweat of a real man.
His arms wrapped around me, incredibly tight, almost constricting my breath.
The top halves of our bodies were connected tightly together. Our lower halves … it was all River. Pumping. Thrusting. Having me. I was his for the taking, and trust me, he took all he could get and then some.
When the explosion of his orgasm finally began, he thrust so deep and hard inside me, I bit his neck. I sank my teeth into his skin like I was hungry for blood. And he held it there, so deep, his cock pulsing, my hips bucking, desperate for relief.
Slowly, with romantic, gentle care lingering in the air, he continued to fuck me. His hands slid up my body, and he grabbed at my face, making me look at him.
"I fucking love you, Lacey," he growled. "I never fucking stopped. And I never fucking will stop."
I was breathless. All I could do was nod.
I stared into his eyes.
The thunder was still smashing outside the cabin. My heart was still smashing inside my chest.
I'd never stopped loving him, either.
But I was afraid to make that known … because losing him again would be the end of me.
His fingers traced a line down my back, and I shivered.
We were in silence for what felt like hours. The thunder had begun to quiet as the storm moved away. It was just a gentle rain that was starting to stop, too. The room was warm, comfortable, the lingering smell of our heat and bodies.
"It feels like before," River whispered.
I smiled, tingling and blushing.
I then popped up on my elbows and looked at him. "All we need to do is share a smoke, right?"
River rolled to his back and to his right side. A second later, he had a cigarette between his lips. I hated that he made it look sexy.