The more he touches me . . . the more I want to touch him, love him, satisfy him. I reach for his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them as fast as I can. He groans when I slide my hand into his board shorts. His lips find mine again and when he bites down on my lower lip, I want his pants all the way off. His are not as easy to maneuver as mine so he does it for me. I lift his shirt up and pull it over his head. Looking at his smooth chest sends a rush of adrenaline through me.
Standing there completely naked, looking at me in anticipation of what's to come, he practically tears my shirt off. He hastily tugs at the string behind my neck and the triangles of my bikini top fall to my stomach. When he pushes against me I can feel how much he wants me. His breathing hitches and his eyes blaze as he stares at me intently, like he wants to devour me.
"Mine always," he whispers, nipping my earlobe with his teeth.
"Yours forever," I breathe, burying my head in his neck.
He's cupping my chin as we stare into each other's eyes, reassuring the other that the words we've just spoken are the truth. He surprises me when he turns me around and urges my legs apart. But when his head comes around me for a kiss and I twist to meet him, I don't care which direction I'm facing. Our tongues find the warmth of each other. With one hand he grabs my hip while the other one travels down to my slick flesh. His skin is warm and feels so good against mine. He plunges a finger inside of me and I gasp. Hissing in a breath, I prop myself up with my hands to the wall, telling him, "River, I want you. Now."
When he inserts another finger I moan out in pleasure and my moans grow louder when he circles his thumb around me. Not able to stand it much longer, I reach behind to grab him and slide my grip up and down his hard length.
He's nearly panting in my ear when I place him right where I want him. His hands go around my hips and he slams into me fast and hard. I'm bracing my palms against the wall for support as his thickness fills me. Each retreat is followed by another glorious penetration. As his pace quickens, he reaches one hand down and starts to circle my most sensitive spot. "Don't move," he says and pushes deeper into me at an increasing rate. When he lets out a low, almost primal groan, I know I have to experience him fully, so I push myself back and into him as hard as I can. Feeling him inside me is the single most fulfilling sensation in the world. When I hear that low groan from him again I know he feels the same.
I start moving up and down on my toes, pushing him as deep as possible into me. When his fingers dig into my flesh, I know his pleasure is building at the same pace as mine. He's no longer kissing my lips, no longer able to-I can tell from the sounds he's making and the way my body feels. As he continues to rock himself into me, my body responds rapidly. Closing my eyes, I inhale a deep breath and scream into the night, "Oh God, River yes!" My body shudders and pulsates from its core as I come hard and fast, experiencing a feeling that makes everything that was wrong between us feel right.
His thrusts slow as my cries continue and a low groan escapes his mouth as he pours himself into me. It makes my muscles clench and my toes curl. He cocoons me against the wall, his arms on each side of me, his chest flat against my back, and his cheek resting on mine. We are both breathless and spent, but neither one of us wants to move-I don't want this feeling of utter pleasure to ever end.
When he tugs on the string around my back, my bikini top falls to the ground. I twist my head around and joke, "What? You want more?"
His lips meet mine and he kisses me with so much love that when he stops my lips are tingling. I smile at him and a devilish grin crosses his face as he says, "I always want more."
Chapter 12
Catch My Breath
The next morning we're back outside in the yard and I love how River's green eyes sparkle in the sunlight as I watch him from the lounge chair. I have my coffee in one hand and my Kindle in the other.
He turns to me and shoots me his full-blown smile. His dimples always make my heart flutter. Even with a black eye, he still takes my breath away.
"You're really not going to help me, are you?"
I shake my head from side to side. "Nope. You have to learn your lesson."
"What lesson would that be?" He walks over to me with the broom still in his hand.
Setting my Kindle down, I hold my hand over my eyes to block out the sun and say, "Why, the 'you break it, you clean it up' lesson, of course."
He lets the broom fall to the patio and pushes my knees up toward me as he straddles the lounge chair.
"Hey, watch my coffee!"
Taking my coffee from my hand, he sets it on the side table. His mouth is on mine before I can say another word. Then pulling away, he runs his hands up the inside of my thighs and says, "I have a few lessons I wouldn't mind teaching you. And I bet mine are much more fun."