I wrap her hands around me, guiding her until she's stroking me, her grip perfect.
"Jesus, River. You're so fucking big."
"You made me this way." I scoop her up, pressing her harder against the wall. Her legs wrap around my waist, but she's shaking, still coming down.
I drag her panties to the side and line up, splitting her open in one slow, perfect thrust. She's so fucking tight, so hot, it's almost too much. I know she feels the same way when she moans, biting my shoulder to muffle the sound.
I fuck her slow, grinding against her clit with every thrust. The angle is perfect, her pussy so tight and wet, I nearly lose it.
"Don't scream," I warn, clamping a hand over her mouth when she starts to cry out. "You want everyone to hear you?"
She shakes her head, but the look in her eyes says otherwise.
I fuck her harder, pounding into her until every moan and desperate sob vibrates against my palm.
Her eyes go wild, her body tensing. She's right on the edge, panting through my fingers, her whole body vibrating with the need to let go.
I lean in, pressing my lips to her ear. "You're mine now, Jasmine. You hear me?Mine."
Her eyes roll back as she nods, frantic and wild, and then she's coming all over my cock, her pussy squeezing so tight I nearly black out.
I lose it, grunting her name as I empty inside her, holding her so tight I'm sure I've left bruises. She doesn't seem to mind. She just burrows into me, clinging like she's never going to let go.
Neither of us moves for a long time. She's limp in my arms, her breath hot against my neck, her heart racing in time with mine.
When I finally catch my breath, I ease her down, letting her feet find the floor. She wobbles, her legs shaking, so I steady her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her dress is bunched up to her hips, her panties stretched and askew, her lips swollen from biting them.
She's the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen.
"Come here," I murmur, tugging her into my arms just to hold her.
She comes willingly, burrowing in and clinging again. Her head rests against my chest, right over my pounding heart. She sighs sweetly. "Sorry I ghosted you."
"It's all good, princess," I say into her hair.
"I was serious about dinner tonight, you know. Are you going to go out with me?"
"Depends."
She cranes her head back, looking up at me with a question in her eyes. "Depends on what?"
"If you're coming home with me afterward."
She stares at me for a moment before her lips curve into a wicked smile. "I guess that depends on whether you're going to make it worth my time."
I swat her gently on the ass and then yank her forward, biting her lip. "Oh, it'll be worth your time, princess."
"We'll see. You're kind of an ass, so it could go either way."
I just grin against her lips. If she wants me to make it worth her time, I damn well will. I won't let her sleep a fucking wink tonight.
Chapter Nine
Jasmine
"You can stop glaring at me any time now," I say, smirking at River across the small candlelit table. We're at the Goodson Family's restaurant on their vineyard, tucked into a booth in the very back corner.
Old wine casks are built into the far wall, giving the space a rustic flair. Hushed conversation spills over us from the front of the restaurant, our reflections glinting off the large windows overlooking the vineyard. The entire restaurant smells like garlic butter, freshly baked bread, and seawater.
