Page 26 of Crush & Byte
Her words gave me the encouragement I needed to explore her slowly, reverently without fear of scaring her.I slid my palm up her ribcage until I reached the underside of her breast.Her breathing quickened, little whimpers escaping her lips each time my thumb brushed sensitive skin.
River guided my hand upward, placing my palm directly over her breast.The weight of it filled my hand perfectly, her nipple hardening against my palm.I groaned, the sound vibrating against her skin where my mouth pressed to her collarbone.
“Love your little tits,” I told her with all the raw emotion I was feeling.In contrast to my rough words, I let my thumb brush over her nipple in a slow, lazy glide, enjoying the way she responded.She fascinated me.The catch in her breath when I circled slowly, the small whimper when I applied slightly more pressure.I filed away each response, building a map of her pleasure that I intended to memorize completely.
“Can I take this off?”she asked, pulling at my shirt with newfound boldness.
I sat up just enough to pull the shirt over my head, tossing it aside before returning to her.The brief separation felt like miles, seconds stretching like hours until I could touch her again.
“Your turn?”I asked, fingers playing at the edge of her sleep shirt.
She didn’t hesitate.I helped her sit up, then lifted the fabric slowly, revealing inch by inch of skin that I immediately wanted to taste.She raised her arms, allowing me to pull the shirt completely off.The sight of her, bare from the waist up, illuminated by the intermittent lightning outside and the small solar powered nightlight near the stairs, stole my breath.Her breasts were small, perfect, the skin pale except for the darker peaks that drew my gaze like magnets.
“You’re fuckin’ beautiful,” I said, the words inadequate but necessary.“So fucking beautiful.”
A flash of self-consciousness crossed her face, and she started to cross her arms over her chest.I caught her wrists gently, bringing each one to my lips for a soft kiss before placing them at her sides.
“Don’t hide from me,” I whispered.“Please.Never hide from either of us.”
The vulnerability in her gaze nearly broke me.I rolled us over in a slow, lazy move before lowering my mouth to her breast, taking her nipple between my lips, tasting her with gentle suction that made her cry out and arch beneath me.My hand found her other breast, thumb and forefinger rolling the nipple as I lavished attention on its twin with my tongue.
River sucked in a breath as she gripped my hair, fingers threading through the strands, holding me to her as if afraid I might stop.Her pleasure had become my sole focus, the only thing that mattered in this moment.
I shifted my weight, pressing my thigh between her legs.Even through the fabric of her underwear and my sweatpants, I could feel the heat of her.She rocked against me, seeking pressure, friction, release.I moved my hand down her stomach, tracing the waistband of her underwear with my fingertips.
“Can I touch you?”I asked, pausing just above where I knew she wanted me most.
“Yes,” she breathed, her hips lifting slightly in invitation.“Please, Byte.”
I slid my hand beneath the elastic, fingers finding slick heat that made us both groan.Her eyes widened at the contact, her hands clutching my shoulders.I watched her face carefully, needing to know what made her breath catch, what made her moan.
“Oh God.”She jerked her hips against my hand.“Yes.”
Outside, the storm reached its peak, thunder booming directly overhead as rain lashed against the windows in horizontal sheets.The cabin creaked and groaned under the assault, but inside our bubble of lamplight, there was only River, her little moans, her scent, the incredible feeling of her growing wetter beneath my touch.
I lowered my mouth to her ear, whispering encouragement as I increased the pressure of my fingers.“That’s it, honey.Let go for me.I’ve got you.”
Her breathing grew erratic, little whimpers escaping with each exhale.I could feel her getting closer, her body tensing beneath mine.My finger slipped lower, circling her entrance before pressing inside, curling to find the spot that made her cry out.
“Byte,” she gasped, eyelids snapping open to lock with mine.“Oh, God!”
“I know,” I murmured, maintaining the rhythm that was pushing her toward the edge.“Come for me, River.Let me see you.Let me hear you scream.”
Her orgasm hit her like the lightning outside, her body arching off the bed as she shuddered against my hand.I watched in awe as pleasure transformed her features, her mouth open in a strangled cry as waves of release washed through her.I eased her through it, gentling my touch as the aftershocks subsided, until she collapsed back against the pillow, chest heaving.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, a dazed smile spreading across her face.
I withdrew my hand slowly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, her cheek, the corner of her mouth.Then I gathered her against me, pulling the quilt up to cover her bare skin against the chill that was settling in as the squall began to pass.
She shifted against me, her hand sliding down my chest toward the waistband of my sweatpants where my own arousal was impossible to hide.“What about you?”she asked, voice sleepy but determined.
I caught her wrist gently, bringing her fingers to my lips for a kiss.“Not tonight.”
She frowned, confusion clouding her post orgasmic bliss.“You don’t want to?”
I laughed softly, brushing her hair back from her forehead.“Honey, I want to more than I’ve wanted anything in a very long fuckin’ time.”I kissed her softly on the lips.“But when we do that, when we’re together for the first time, I want it to be perfect.Not rushed.Not with a storm raging and you half asleep.”
“And with Crush,” she added softly, understanding dawning in her eyes.The corners of her lips lifted in warmth and delight.
