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“Alison,” I gasp, when her tongue flattens and she licks the entire expanse of my center. I shudder, rolling my hips to meet her sinful mouth. When my head falls forward once more and I give her my eyes again, she’s already looking up at me with a little satisfied smirk on her face.
My lip is trapped beneath my teeth so hard, I’m close to breaking skin. She keeps licking and sucking until the orgasm is building quickly, cresting and eventually pushing me over the edge. My legs trap her head against my pussy, happy to drown her in my juices as I ride out the wave of euphoria.
She lifts up, licking her lips like a wicked little witch. I pull her up and keep guiding her until her pussy is hovering over my face. Without hesitation, I lap her up, giving her the same treatment she gave me. It doesn’t take long for her to come, screaming my name as her own juices slide down my cheeks.
We become a blur of movement afterwards. I lift up and nearly tackle her. Our kissing is revived, the desperation in our tongues palpable.
I don’t even realize we’ve fallen into the perfect position until I feel my pussy slide against hers. We both freeze, mouths parted and eyes wide as the sensation completely overloads our system. In tandem, we both release moans. Her eyes roll as my hips do, creating a feeling so powerful and wonton, I’m not sure how I’ll find my way down from it.
She lifts on her elbows just as I lean towards her, our lips finding the same sync our hips are moving in.
“River,” she moans into my mouth, letting me taste my name on her tongue. It tastes sweet, just like her. Our mouths break and her breath skitters across my nipple. The sensation of her warm mouth wrapping around the bud nearly sends me over the edge. Looking down at her, her hazel eyes look back up at me between a freckled nose. Her eyes glitter with excitement, despite the innocence on her face.
My eyes threaten to close as I moan her name in return. My hips move faster, and her mouth falls away from my breast, searching for my mouth once more. I’m all too happy to give in to her silent demand.
Sweat breaks across my forehead as I feel my second orgasm building higher and higher, the pitch in our moans following suit.
My core clenches as the coil wounds tighter and tighter until it feels like I’m going to spontaneously combust. Within seconds, our orgasms peak and we're spiraling out of control. Our hands grapple desperately as we try to find something solid to hold onto as our bodies are completel
y swept away in waves of pure bliss. Wide eyes locked together while moans are ripped from our connected mouths.
It isn’t until I come down that I realize we were practically screaming. The sudden silence is deafening, despite our heavy breathing piercing the stillness.
We just had sex.
Because I told her I killed Ryan.
I roll off her and onto my back, both chests heaving. Both eyes staring at the ceiling in shock and disbelief. And maybe a little panic. Finally, I roll my head towards her and study her. I really look at her. Her big expressive eyes, long chestnut hair and the tiny freckles dotting her nose and cheeks.
My eyes travel down her body. A body that I got very well acquainted with. She’s thin, but curvy with full breasts and long legs. Freckles dot her shoulders and stomach, light brown against a tanned backdrop.
She’s beautiful. And a lot more complex of a girl than I gave her credit for.
She doesn’t meet my eyes, seemingly too scared to face the reality of what we just did. It feels like a needle pricks at my heart. Nothing major, but enough to hurt.
“Do you regret it?” she whispers, her voice hoarse. Tears well in her eyes, and I study her reaction with a morbid fascination. Is she crying because I fucked her or because I killed her ex-boyfriend?
“No,” I whisper, answering both questions.
A harsh breath releases from her chest, expelling all the tension in her body with it. Just like that, she turns to putty. And just like that, my heart warms again, relieved that she isn’t rejecting me. She turns on her side, facing me completely and tucking both hands under cheek.
“Me neither,” she says softly. A small tentative smile graces her swollen lips.
With my eyes locked to those lips, I ask, “Then why are you crying?”
She chuckles, wiping away a stray tear before resuming her position.
“I honestly don’t know. That was… a lot to take in. And the fact that we basically celebrated you murdering our abuser by having sex is kind of fucked up.” When I give her a droll look, she smiles sheepishly and corrects herself. “Okay, really fucked up.” She shrugs a shoulder. “But it felt good. It felt like closure."
I nod, comforted that we're on the same page. What we did wasn’t making love, or even simple fucking. We’re certainly never going to date. While there was mutual attraction, it was truly just moving on from a fucked-up situation we both got trapped in. Two souls connecting over something no woman should ever have to endure. It was liberation.
“Are you going to report me?” I ask quietly.
Her eyes never stray as she says, “No. You gave yourself and the future women who would’ve found themselves in Ryan's grip something I wasn’t capable of giving. He was never going to stop. Mako tried to, but no one believed him and Ryan knew too many powerful people. And I… I didn’t try enough. But you succeeded.”
“Freedom,” I whisper. She slowly nods her head, understanding in her eyes.
It’s been so long since I’ve tasted it on my tongue. It’s almost enough to overpower the taste of Alison’s pussy on my tongue.
