Page 49 of New Hope

I set the condoms and bottle of lube on the bedside table then followed his instructions as he had me lie down on my stomach in the middle of the bed. He moved over me, straddling my legs as he began a gentle massage. My muscles sang under the attention of his fingertips, my bones turning to jelly with his healing touch.

I felt him shuffle down, settling his body between my legs. His hands cupped my ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh before spreading me open. A wave of embarrassment rushed through me, knowing that he was seeing my most private part.

“You’re perfect,” he praised, his warm breath fanning across my exposed flesh. The sensation caused a full body shiver and a wash of goosebumps skittering across my skin. A throaty laugh sounded from behind me. “Oh, you’re going to be so much fun.”

His fingers explored, running up and down my crease and awakening the sensitive nerve endings. My eyes fluttered shut and I hummed, enjoying his gentle caresses. And that’s when I felt it. Something warm and wet. Not a finger but…his tongue? Oh fuck! I’d read about this in my research. Google had described rimming plainly and precisely, but it had done nothing to prepare me for how incredible it felt to be the recipient.

I groaned as his tongue lashed over my hole again and again. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him watching me, his face buried between my cheeks. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. That was, until he speared his tongue and began sliding it in and out of my hole. “Holy shit, River!”

I buried my face in my arms as he continued working me open, coaxing my muscles to relax with his talented mouth. A wet, teasing finger circled my hole a couple of times before slowly slipping inside. He slid it in and out several times and then he did something that lit my body up from the inside out. “What was that?” I cried. I twisted around, half expecting to find a magic wand in his hand.

His grin was wicked. “That was nature’s gift to men, otherwise known as your prostate.”

“Can you do it again?”

River laughed. “Oh, baby, I’m just getting started with you. Turn over.” I flipped over quickly, grabbing a pillow and shoving it under my head so I could watch. No longer feeling embarrassed, I eagerly waited to see what other forms of wizardry he would perform on my body.

River grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some over his fingers then he rubbed them together, warming them. I gasped as he bent and in one fluid motion, took my cock all the way to the back of his throat. Slick fingers rubbed across my rim then he slowly began sliding them in. I forced myself not to tense up at the strange intrusion, focusing instead on the way his blond head was bobbing up and down on my cock.

He did that thing again that made my prostate come alive and my eyes roll to the back of my head. My hands fisted the sheets, desperate for something to anchor me. He added a third finger, twisting his wrist as he slid them in and out. It was too much and not enough, all at the same time.

“River, please,” I panted.

He responded to the desperate sound of my voice, sliding up my body until we were face to face. His eyes were dark, hungry. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need more. I need your cock inside me.”

River made a sound like I’d never heard before. Like that of a wild animal, untamed and fierce. He kissed me hard then reached for the supplies, quickly donning a condom, and slicking himself with a liberal amount of lube. Bracing himself with one hand on the mattress beside my head, he gazed down at me. “Are you sure?”

My heart beat erratically in my chest. I had never been surer of anything in my life. “I want this. I want you.”

As if to prove myself, I pulled my legs up to my chest. He reached between us and lined the head of his cock up with my entrance. The pain was swift, the pressure immense as he slowly began pushing his way inside. He told me to concentrate on my breathing and I did, willing my body to open up to him. Sweat drenched both our brows and his jaw clenched with the restraint of holding himself back.

We both sighed when he was finally all the way in. River held himself still above me, giving me time to adjust. He placed soothing kisses on my forehead, my eyelids, my cheeks, and my nose, telling me without words that I was precious to him. After a moment, I nodded my head. Gently, carefully, he began rocking into me, his gaze locked with mine.

Sex with River was unlike anything I could have imagined. More erotic than my best fantasy and more intimate than any experience I’d ever had with another person. He made me feel desired and cherished. I could tell he was holding back though, taking extra care since it was my first time, but I didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted him to take me, to make me his, and to give all of himself to me in return.

I placed my hands on either side of his face and pulled him down for a long kiss. “You’re holding back.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. You would never hurt me.” The truth of that statement resonated within me, and it wasn’t just physically. My previous relationship had been full of pain, regret, trickery, and lies, but River would never do that to me. I knew that as certainly as I knew my own name.

I could see the hesitancy in his eyes, so I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my ankles together, using my heels to draw him into me. His eyes narrowed and he gave a warning growl. “Ford.”

“Please, River. Make me yours.”

A brand-new thrill of desire raced through me as he changed right before my eyes, turning from gentle lover to passionate warrior, about to stake his claim. Yes! River slid off the bed, stood, and in a show of complete dominance and surprising strength, manhandled me until I was lying sideways across the bed with my ass right on the edge. He pushed my legs up toward my chest. “Hold your ankles.”

I hurried to do as he said, barely getting my hands wrapped around my ankles before he entered me fully in one powerful thrust. My breath punched out of my lungs, and I scrambled to draw in another, but I was suddenly too overwhelmed by the fierce look in his eyes, his powerful thrusts, and the mind-blowing sensation of his cock filling my ass.

We held each other’s gaze as he rocked into me. The head of his cock brushed over my prostate with each pass, creating sparks deep inside that threatened to catch fire and burn me alive. Wild moans and tiny whimpers echoed throughout the stillness of the room, and it took a few seconds for me to realize that River had been drawing those sounds out of me.

“Incredible.” River looked down, staring in awe at the place where we joined. I could only imagine the perfect picture we created. My head swam with new and unbelievable sensations, and I could feel my orgasm building, but it lingered teasingly, just out of reach.

“River!”

His eyes locked with mine and it was as if he could read my mind. He reached between us and wrapped a hand around my cock, stroking in long, precise movements. My eyes fluttered closed but sprang back open when I felt his other hand on my chest, right over my heart. “Tell me I can have this, Ford. All of it.”

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