Page 95 of River & Rue

“Whoever made you think it was your responsibility to make yourself come during sex is a fucking idiot and unworthy of being in the same zip code as you.”

I increase the pressure of my palm, then skim the tips of my fingers over her silky, soaked center. My broken groan joins her whimper. Her eyes close. Her head falls back. I glide my other hand around her throat to support her neck, then return my attention to the pussy dripping all over my fingers.

With extreme effort, I keep my touch featherlight as I learn her textures and contours. All the while, I avidly watch the unmasked need and rising frustration on her face. When she starts squirming and trying to push herself onto my fingers, I retract them completely. Dark lashes part to annoyed slits. Her mouth forms a pout so endearing I almost forget my promise and kiss her.

“No sass right now, Princess. I have something else to say, and then I’ll give you what you want. Listening?”

She nods fast.

“The thought of you not being eaten out regularly—or enjoying it like you should—makes me want to break the bones of every man who’s ever touched you. It also makes me very, very happy because it means I’m the lucky bastard who gets to show you how worthy you are of pleasure.”

The doubt in her eyes melts away, every last defense crumbling. Wildness rises. Her storm crackles across my skin and sets my blood on fire.

I growl in satisfaction. “There’s my girl. The only thing you have to do now is feel.”

Curling my two middle fingers, I stroke purposefully, coaxing her open for me as I increase the pressure on her clit. Finally, I dip the tip of one finger into her slick center. She moans, her body clamping down, trying to pull me deeper. The sensation echoes around my cock, and a shuddering breath hisses through my teeth.

“You really need me, don’t you?”

“Please, please.”

I add a second finger, sinking them a fraction deeper. Wanton music fills my ears. The towel loses its battle and slips off her right breast. Her pretty pink nipple is a flash point, evaporating my restraint.

As I suck her nipple into my mouth, I shove my fingers all the way inside her. She welcomes me like I knew she would, hot and tight and greedy.

“Oh god, oh fuck. River.”

I smile against her breast, circling and flicking her nipple with my tongue, and begin rocking her back and forth on my hand. Slowly at first, then faster and harder as her body tells me what it craves.

My sweet girl wants to be fucked through a bed.

Soon, love. Soon.

Releasing the back of her neck, I transfer my hand to her ass so I can guide the roll of her hips. Then I bury my face in the crook of her neck. After a sweet kiss, I bite the thick muscle.

Her hands fly to my forearm as her pussy tightens around my fingers.

“Yes, yes, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

I don’t change a damn thing, just give myself over to the euphoria of witnessing—of feeling—her simultaneous victory and surrender.

She climaxes with a throaty, unguarded moan, her hips bucking, pussy clamping hard around my fingers. My jaw clenched against the exquisite agony in my cock, I pant against her neck as the pulsing inside her slows.

She sags against the dresser. “Holy shit.”

I drop soft kisses across her collarbone. “Gorgeous, perfect, sexy woman. Thank you.”

“I think I’m supposed to be thanking you.”

Gently extracting my fingers, I straighten and pop them into my mouth. My hum is sheer bliss as I lick up her release.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” she whispers. Her eyes dart between mine, then flicker down. “Do you want me to, um⁠—”

“No.”

She stiffens slightly. “Oh. Okay. Well, thank you. That was amazing.” Ducking her chin, she starts to retie the towel over her chest.

Precious woman.