Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Later. I'll deal with that later.
Right now, all that matters is touching her. Tasting her. Being inside her. Claiming her thoroughly, completely.
For a second, I just look at her—flushed, breathing uneven.
My hands find her ankles first.
Slow.
My palms glide upward, thumbs tracing the curve of her calves, feeling the subtle flex of muscle beneath silk-warm skin. Nadine inhales softly, the sound barely there, but I catch it.
Higher.
My fingers drag along the backs of her knees, lingering there just to feel the way her legs twitch at the touch. I press a little firmer, smoothing my hands over her thighs, following the natural curve inward.
She trembles.
I lean forward slightly, my hands settling higher, thumbs grazing the sensitive inside of her thighs without quite giving her what she wants. Her hips shift instinctively, chasing friction.
A faint, unsteady breath leaves her lips.
"So beautiful," I say, leaning down to kiss her stomach, just below her navel. "Been dreaming about this. About you."
My hand slides between her thighs. She's soaked. Fucking drenched.
"Jesus, Nad."
"River, please—"
Two fingers slide into her easily. Her back arches off the bed, and she lets out a low, long moan.
"You're so wet. So fucking perfect." I pump my fingers slowly, watching her face contort with pleasure. "This all for me?"
"Yes. God, yes—"
"Good girl."
Adding a third finger, I stretch her gently, preparing her. Her hips roll against my hand. When my thumb brushes her clit, she cries out.
"You like that?"
"Yes. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"Not stopping." I circle her clit with my thumb while my fingers continue their rhythm. "I want to feel you come first."
Her breathing grows ragged, and her internal muscles clench around my fingers. Nadine is getting restless, her body tightens, her hips shift, and her eyes lose focus.
"River, I need—"
"I know what you need." I curl my fingers inside her. "Let go, Nad. Let me feel you."
I move with slow precision, watching her reaction more than what my hands are doing. The moment I find that hidden spark, her entire body jerks, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat. Her head falls back against the mattress, throat exposed, breath shattered.
She breaks with a whimper, her body convulsing around my fingers, walls clamping down tight. I work her through it, slower now but unrelenting, watching her face as pleasure overtakes her.
The sound that leaves her is raw and unguarded, her body arching as the tension snaps all at once. She clings to me, trembling, every muscle tightening before breaking apart.
Her lashes flutter, lips parted, cheeks flushed deeper than before.
When the tremors finally soften, I ease back just enough to see her face.
Her eyes open slowly, hazy and searching until they find mine.
I position myself at her entrance, and her legs tighten around my waist.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Nad, and you're mine. Only mine."
I push in slowly, wanting her to feel every inch of me. But fuck, my control is fraying thread by thread. All those cold showers, jerking off to thoughts of her. Now she's here. She's real. And my cock is inside her tight pussy.
"Fuck, Nadine."
"River, oh God. You're so thick and big."
Bottoming out, I pause. Let her adjust. Let myself adjust to the reality that this is happening, that she's underneath me, that I'm finally inside her after fucking years of imagining this.
Nadine grips my forearms, and I take that as a cue to continue. She said fuck her like I've wanted to, and that's exactly what I'm about to do. Wrapping her hair around my fist, I bruise her lips with a hard kiss while my hips rut wildly.
I take her in hard, merciless thrusts, drawing out of her pussy and slamming back in. Over and over until my heart feels like a fist on a drum.
The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room. Her nails dig into my shoulders, leaving marks I'll wear proudly tomorrow.
"Yes. Like that. God, River, your cock is so good."
"Not stopping. Never fucking stopping."
Her pussy clenches around me with each thrust. Wet and perfect and mine.
"You feel so good, baby. Taking my cock so well."
"River, River. I-I'm close—"
"I know. I can feel it." I don't change the rhythm or slow down. Instead, I snake a hand between us, my thumb finding her clit. "You ready to come a second time?"
Her body goes taut beneath me. Her pussy spasms around my cock, gripping me so tight I nearly lose it.
"That's it, Nad. Fuck, that's so good. You're so fucking beautiful when you come."
She's shaking underneath me, gasping my name over and over, and it's the best thing I've ever seen. Still hard, still inside her, I slow my movements. Let her ride it out.
When her breathing evens slightly, I pull out, and even after two orgasms, she makes a sound of protest.
"Turn over."
"What—"
"On your stomach, Nad. Hands and knees."
Her forehead scrunches, but she obeys, rolling over and getting into position.