I move over her, turning her so she’s facedown, and I climb on top of her. “You ready for that hard fuck now?”
“Always.”
And I thrust into her wet pussy.
God, she gloves me so perfectly, as if she were made for me and only me.
Barely a few moments in, I feel the first stirrings of climax winding its way up my spine. It gathers strength, coiling in my belly and spreading like wildfire through my veins. The sensation is so overwhelming, so intense, that I’m ready to blow.
But not yet.
I pull out and flip her onto her back. I want to see her. See those beautiful blue eyes filled with raw desire for me.
“Look at me,” I command.
She meets my gaze as I slide back into her.
She bites her lip and arches her body toward mine as I thrust, thrust, thrust…
“God, River,” she gasps.
“Do you feel that?” I growl, increasing my pace. “You feel how much I want you, desire you?”
“Yes, River,” she gasps. “Don’t stop, please.”
“You’re mine, Emily. Fucking mine.”
“Yours. I swear it. Faster. Harder. Please.”
The desperation in her voice spurs me on. I drive into her without mercy, balls deep.
Yes.
Her walls are clenching.
Fuck, it feels good. She’s close. So fucking close. I want her orgasm. I want it now.
“Come for me, Emily,” I demand.
She shatters beneath me.
Her orgasm is an explosion of raw beauty, her body writhing as wave after wave of surrender crashes over her. It’s so magnificent that I ache.
And with one final thrust, I let go of my control. I spill into her with a loud grunt.
Release.
Sweet fucking release.
Breathless and drenched in sweat, I collapse onto her, burying my face in the crook of her neck.
She wraps her arms around me. “River,” she whispers, “I love you.”
“I love you too. Only you, Em. Forever. You’re mine and only mine.”
“Absolutely.”
We lie there for… I’m not sure how long.
