Page 6 of River
Looking down, I notice the bulge in his jeans is even bigger than usual. And it’s sticking out. Touching my hip.
“River,” I say, my eyes still glued on the giant lump touching my body just inches away from my wet, waiting pussy. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“No,” he runs his finger along my jaw and I look up into his eyes. “This is an amazing idea. It’s the best fucking idea I’ve ever had.
“Kara, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all week. I’ve been building myself up to saying something, but I wanted to be certain. I didn’t want to come between you and the amazing job you're doing with my mom. But I can’t wait any longer. It’s tearing me apart. I need to have you. I need to claim your delicious body with my mouth. To feel your breath against my neck as you lie on top of me. Naked. Those delicious, round breasts swinging before my eyes.”
His hand glides over my stomach until he’s cupping my tits. A low groan escapes his mouth. An animalistic sound that sends shivers down my spine and through every cell in my whole body. I fall into him. My soul melting against his hard, muscular frame.
“You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met.” I close my eyes and tilt my head back. The feel of his thumb running circles over my nipple has me close to orgasm. If this is what he can do to me through a quarter-inch of fabric, and without touching my pussy, I can’t wait to find out what he can do when he gets between my legs.
“And you’re perfect,” he groans, cupping my face in his hand. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”
6
River
I pullKara down onto the couch. She straddles me. Grinding her pussy against my hardness. Our lips collide. Her tongue grinds against mine as my hand squeezes her big, juicy ass.
“Shit, River,” she groans. “It feels so good.”
“Yes,” I moan. This is what I’ve been waiting for all week. Better than I could have possibly imagined. She tastes so good, I never want our lips to part. When I close my eyes I don’t just feel a beautiful woman in my arms. I feel my life partner. The woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. Build a family with. Wake up to in the morning and go to bed with at night. Through sickness and through health. Bring children into this crazy messed up world and teach them how to play baseball or ride bicycles or maybe if they’re girls, I’ll let them plat my hair and paint my fingernails and when they get older I’ll growl and threaten any boy that comes a-knocking or starts trying to DM them on social media and when I look in their eyes and I see their mother, I’ll always think back to this night. The first time I laid hands on the woman of my dreams.
She pulls her mouth away from me. “Did you hear something?”
“No.” I reach up and kiss her cheek. Nibbling at her soft, smooth skin with my teeth. “You’re just bugging out.”
“No, seriously.” She turns to look at the window. “I think there’s someone outside.”
“Fuck them,” I growl. “If they want to watch, they’re more to welcome. It’s going to be quite the show.”
She playfully pushes me back into the cushions and kisses me. But the tense look in her eyes hasn’t disappeared.
I push my hand under the bottom of her top. Her skin pulls back as I touch her. Ticklish. And then I reach my hand around her back and run my fingers along her spine.
Kara bites my lip. Our foreheads resting against each other.
I’m just about to put my hand down the back of her trousers when there’s a knock at the door.
“What the fuck!” I growl, checking the watch on my wrist.
“I told you there was someone outside.”
I jump up off the couch and head to the window. Whoever this is, I want to get rid of them as quickly as possible. I’ve just had my first taste of Kara, and I need more. Much, much more.
Pulling back the curtain, I see a familiar face.
“It’s Wayland,” I growl.
“Shit!” She puts her hand to her forehead and closes her eyes. “I was meant to meet him earlier, but I forgot. We were having such a nice day, and then you mentioned the whole movie night and I didn’t want to say no and I was going to sneak out and pay him, but I forgot!”
“It’s okay.” I pat her arm and kiss her cheek. “I’ll go take care of it. You wait just here. It won’t take a minute.”
“No.” She grabs my wrist as I’m leaving the room. “It should be me. It’s bad enough I got you involved with this mess in the first place. It’s my responsibility.”
I don't like the sound of this, but I can tell from the look on her face that she’s not going to take no for an answer. It’s one of the things I like so much about Kara. Even if it does drive me mad sometimes. She's headstrong. Independent. And proud.
“Fine,” I grumble. “But don’t be long.” I hold her ass in my fingers and run my tongue along the side of her face. “Because I can’t wait to bury my face between your thighs, baby girl. I’m going to rock your world.”
