River groaned when I reached her mound. As my fingers hit her center, I felt the moisture of her need. Barely grazing her clit, I ran my fingers between her folds, then circled her center before pushing one finger in. As I pumped it in and out, River moved her hips, mimicking every move.
She grabbed my arm that rested beside her and dug her nails in. The bite of pain almost breaking my control.
Adding another finger, I increased the speed, curling them to hit the spot that would eventually send her over.
“Please, Dom. I’m close.”
I pumped my fingers and used my thumb to press on her swollen nub. River’s back arched and her head went back. As I watched her go over, my cock throbbed. I continued with my fingers and thumb and helped her ride out her orgasm.
When she started to come down, I removed my fingers and positioned the head of my cock at her entrance, and pushed in. She was wet and warm, and I knew I wouldn’t last as long as I wanted.
Each thrust, pulling me closer and closer to my own release. Not wanting to go alone, I bent my head to her breast and rolled the nipple between my teeth. Driving in as deep as I could go, I gently bit down on the nipple.
River’s hand went to my hair, and she latched on as we orgasmed together.
I rolled to the side and pulled River with me until I was on my back with her head on my chest.
“God, I love your tattoos,” she said breathlessly as she traced the ones on my chest. “Why is your chest covered except for the blank spot over your heart?”
Grazing my finger up and down her spine, I lazily responded, “When I started getting tattoos, I saved that spot in case I ever took an ol’ lady. So I guess, I’d left the space for you.”
“Dom?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
When I said the words early, I hadn’t let it bother me that she hadn’t said them back. Now I realize that I needed to hear them more than anything else.
“Tomorrow we start packing your stuff.”
I got her to agree to move in. The next step I could wait for her to accept.
As long as it didn’t take too long.
Chapter Eighteen