He nods slowly as he watches me writhe beneath his touch, jeans straining, The Torso torso-ing in high definition. He grins then. It’s warm and open and completely present.
‘Gertie,’ he groans, and his voice is so low, so toasty and so full of genuine desire that I laugh out loud. My toes squeeze in time with the movement of his fingers. His fingers move in time with the beat of my heart.
‘Oh God,’ I moan. ‘Oh my fucking God.’
And then it’s happening. I’m travelling somewhere else. I’m outside of this world, outside of this room, but still with River, him watching me hungrily, me watching him as he moves in and out of me, a virtuoso playing an instrument.
‘Gertie,’ River says again. ‘Sweetheart.’
My belly tightens and my whole body stiffens, white hot heat starting to spread though my limbs.
With trembling hands I reach for his belt buckle, unclasping it and unbuttoning his fly. He pulls off his jeans, no longer able to be contained. I gasp at the sight of him. He isbeautiful. Thick and certain and hard and hot and … beautiful.
I’m not sure my body has ever been this hungry for anything in my whole life. I want him. Ineedhim. It’s a brand-new sensation. I feelwantonandbold, but somehow completely, utterlyme.
He swiftly manoeuvres us so that he’s sitting upright against the headboard and I’m straddling him. He cradles my hips and starts to slowly rub me over him, but it’s not enough. I don’t want to wait any longer. I position myself above him, my heart thrashing through my every limb.
‘Easy now,’ he instructs. ‘We got all night.’
I shake my head no. ‘I want this now. I wantyounow.’
His lips quirk upwards into a smile, a small groan of desire escaping him. ‘Well, then take what you need, Gertie.’
So I do. I slide down onto him inch by exquisite inch.My God. I start to move, tentatively at first while I adjust to the size of him. And then, with his hands trailing a path over my breasts, I move a little quicker, at exactly the rhythm I want. I sigh as he reaches the hilt of me, filling me in a way I didn’t know I’d been missing until this very second.
‘Christ,’ River murmurs, rubbing his thumb over my nipple, sucking at my throat. ‘You’re incredible. I knew you would be.’
‘You know, I think we might beexcellentat this,’ I pant as River leans back, watching me move over him, pupils huge and shining like he’s on drugs.
We look at each other then and smile like we’re in on ashared secret. Sex has never felt like this before for me: somehow I feel completely at ease right now, completely connected. And based on River’s reactions, the dazed look of disbelief on his face as I move above him, he’s never experienced it like this either.
He sits up, hands gripping my bottom. When he lifts me up at the hips, the brief absence of him makes me want to cry out.
‘Come on,’ I whimper, as he lazily circles his finger over me, eyes teasing. ‘Now.’
He angles his hips and when he plunges me back down onto him, I come undone. Totally undone.
‘Oh God, like that,’ I breathe, letting him take over the rhythm of our movements. ‘Exactly like that.’
‘You feel unreal, Owl,’ he rasps, hands everywhere like he’s playing a piano concerto, breath quickening, teeth scraping my lips, tongue and stubble dancing across the most sensitive part of my neck. I run both my hands through his soft waves. I throw my head back as we move ever faster. We are a perfect concentrated tangle of limbs and lips, velvet, silk, sweat, heat, gasping and moaning and friction and—
‘Oh my God!’ I yell, a guttural sound right from my belly as my limbs start to bloom with pure electric pleasure.
River groans, his entire body rigid, clasping me tightly to him as we rock and curl against each other, an increasingly quick rhythm, lost in a single shared reality.
How? How can it feel like this? I don’t understand. River starts to deftly move his fingers in quick precise circles, exactly where I want them.
‘River! Oh God, River!’ I whimper, as the sensation in my body grows brighter, sweeter.
‘I’m right here with you, Gertie.’ He bites down onto my shoulder desperately. ‘I’m right here.Christ.’
We come, seconds apart from each other, his hardness pulsing inside me, my whole body a vibrato of sensations. There’s a noise, a sort of guttural, jubilant yell and it takes me a moment to realise that I’m the one who made it. I slowly open my eyes to see that River is gazing at me breathlessly, a half-smile lifting the corner of his lips.
Whoa.
Whoa.
It takes a few minutes for us to catch our breath because for some reason the pair of us suddenly can’t stop giggling. Like two friends who just found out they won the lottery. Like teenagers who’ve found a secret stash of booze in the neighbour’s house and are giddy about all the illicit fun they’re going to have with it. Like interdimensional strangers who discover that they are very,verysexually compatible.
