Page 48 of New Hope

“Sounds perfect.” His voice lowered to a whisper, his breath tickling my ear as he leaned in. “And now, you’re definitely going to get lucky tonight.”

I sucked in a breath, shivering as he kissed the sensitive spot below my ear lobe. His fingers resumed tracing patterns over my leg, inching closer and closer to where I wanted them most. It was all I could do to keep the truck on the road as I sped home. By the time we got to my house, the side windows were fogged up and he had me worked up to a frenzy. I only had room for two thoughts in my head at that point. Get him inside and get him naked.

I tore into the driveway and killed the engine. He started to laugh until he saw the predatory expression on my face. I growled out a single command. “Run!”

River swallowed hard, his pulse point thrumming as fast as a hummingbird’s wings. The blue of his eyes visibly darkened, making his desire for me even more apparent. Without a word, he slipped across the seat, ripped open the door, and darted toward the house. I followed right on his heels, catching up to him on the porch.

I caged him in, trapping his body between me and the front door. I slid my nose along the side of his neck, breathing in his familiar scent as I dug my key out of my pocket. I nuzzled the crook of his neck then bit down gently, leaving a perfect imprint of my teeth along the creamy skin. “I need you,” I said as I slipped the key in the keyhole and turned it. The sound he made was desperate, needy, and hot as fuck. It made my blood boil knowing that this brilliant, wonderful man could have anyone in the world and yet, he chose me.

I pushed the door open, and we slipped inside. River spun in my arms, stealing my breath with a passionate kiss. I pressed his back against the door, kissing him back hungrily. My lips moved down the column of his throat, nibbling and sucking, light enough not to leave any marks but enough to drive him wild. Then I tilted my head back and looked in his eyes. Pupils blown, they looked almost onyx.

“River, I want you naked in my bed.”

His eyes searched my face and then they widened. “You mean…?”

“Yes,” I answered hoarsely. “I’m ready. I want you. I want every part of you.”

He took my hand and pressed it to his chest, right over his heart. “You already own every part of me. I’ve simply been waiting for you to take it,” he whispered.

That’s when I saw it, all the things I’d been feeling for him, staring right back at me, shining out from the windows to his soul. My throat constricted with emotion. I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I used my body to convey all the things I wanted to say.

I kissed him hard, my tongue mating with his as I coaxed a groan out of him. My hands slid down and around his waist then lower still, cupping his butt and kneading the taut globes with my fingers. I lifted him easily and he wrapped his legs around my waist, our mouths never stopping their erotic exploration.

I carried him down the hall to my bedroom and set him down on the foot of the bed. He lifted his arms as I pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it over my shoulder. “Lie back.” He did as I instructed, watching through heavy lidded eyes as I took off his shoes and socks then slid his pants down his legs. My mouth watered as I slipped his underwear off, revealing him to me in slow increments.

River lay there totally bare, allowing me to stare down at him while still fully clothed. It was an undeniably vulnerable position, but there was no hesitancy in his gaze. Only absolute trust. He licked his bottom lip, his stare burning my skin as I began removing my own clothing. I heard a strangled cry as my engorged cock sprang free of my underwear, and I saw his eyes glaze over, his hand reaching down to stroke himself.

I was well acquainted with his cock at that point, having spent the last few weeks worshiping it with my mouth every chance I got. I knew the weight of it in my hands, how it tasted, how it felt hitting the back of my throat. My first few attempts at giving head had been clumsy and inept, but River never complained. Instead, he’d whispered encouragement until finally, I’d gotten the hang of it, memorizing which things made him writhe and moan under my ministrations.

I moved to the side of the bed and climbed up, kneeling beside his head. He turned his face, and with one hand, brought my cock to his lips. He flattened his tongue, swiping it over the leaking tip. I tossed my head back, as pleasure washed over me like waves rippling along the shore. His lips wrapped around the head, his tongue flicking over it like it was the best tasting lollipop. He popped it back out, tilting his head further between my legs, and running his tongue over my balls.

“Fuuuuck!” I shouted as he sucked one into his mouth, swirling it around with his tongue before doing the same to the other. River knew how much I loved having my balls played with and his talented mouth on them turned me into a quivering, mindless mess in no time at all.

He switched his attention back to my dick, licking up and down the entire length before sliding it back in his mouth. I stared down at him, marveling at how beautifully debauched he looked in that moment. Lips rosy and swollen and wet with saliva, stretched in a perfect O around my cock.

I reached down, swatting his hand away, and wrapped my own around his shaft. I ran my thumb over his glistening slit then lifted it to my mouth, sucking in the unique taste of him that I’d become so addicted to. I hummed as the flavor hit my tongue and I quickly tossed my leg over him, straddling his body so I could suck him too. The smell of his skin, the taste of his cock in my mouth, the wet slurping sounds that filled the room, and the feel of his mouth around my cock; it was all too much and yet, never enough.

River’s mouth on me was the stuff wet dreams were made of, but that wasn’t how I wanted to come. Not that time anyway. After a few minutes, I forced myself to pull away. He made a frustrated sound as I climbed from the bed and stood. I winked at him, reaching into the bedside table drawer. I pulled out the supplies I’d bought earlier and held them up for him to see. He gave me a questioning look. “I wasn’t sure what we’d need. I mean, I did some research, but I wasn’t sure if you—or who—” I huffed, suddenly feeling tongue tied.

River scrambled onto his knees and scooted over to the side of the bed where he pulled me down for a tender kiss. “Don’t be embarrassed. This is new for you. I’m glad you put some thought into this, but if there’s anything else you want to know, ask me. I’ll be happy to answer your questions.”

I leaned my forehead against his and closed my eyes. “What do you prefer?”

“Are you asking if I like to top or bottom?” When I opened my eyes, I saw him staring right at me, his expression tender.

“Yeah, I guess that’s what I’m asking.”

“I’m what they refer to as vers or versatile. I like both positions, so I’m happy to do whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“That’s the thing, I have no idea what I like yet, but—I think I’d like to try bottoming.”

River visibly shivered. “You want me inside of you?”

“Yes. I want that more than anything.”

His hand cupped the back of my neck as he pulled me down for a long, sensual kiss. “I’m going to make this so good for you, baby.”

“I know you will. I trust you.”

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