“River!” I cried.
“You taste so fucking good, baby.”
“Nghnn, you have to stop that, or I’ll come before we have a chance to get things going.”
He chuckled as he kissed my hole, pulling back with a soft blow that failed to cool my heated skin. “Oh, things are definitely going.”
My body felt like it was on the verge of something world-changing, but I could feel his hesitance in the way his fingers traced patterns on my skin.
“Adam,” he said. “I think we should wait.”
I stilled at his words.
No. Waiting was not an option. Not when every fiber of my being was alight with the need to be with him like this.
“River,” I breathed out, my resolve hardening as I pulled him closer so we could be face-to-face. “I can’t wait. I’ve never been so sure about anything.”
The truth was, I craved the intimacy, the connection from having him fill me. I couldn’t explain it, but I needed to find out how that felt.
He studied me, his eyes searching for a gap in my resolve. “I have a proposition for you.”
“Go on…”
“Top me first. If neither of us comes, then…then, I’ll top you.”
I saw the challenge in his eyes. Daring me to a game of patience and control. It didn’t matter how it ended because every outcome was a win for me.
“All right,” I agreed, though every inch of me screamed to be claimed by him instead. “You know how competitive I can be. You’re on.”
He kissed me gently. “I do know how competitive you can be. It’s one of the things I find so appealing about you. You don’t give up even when all evidence points otherwise.”
“So, I’m basically stubborn.”
“If the hat fits.”
My hands roamed his back, mapping every curve and dip of muscle until I was able to grope his ass and separate his cheeks. I ran my finger down his crease until I felt the puckered skin of his hole. “I’m going to own this tonight.”
“Adam,” he breathed out, his voice threaded with that same need that pulsed through my veins.
He closed his eyes when I pressed my finger as though I were trying to get inside him. I wouldn’t without lube, but watching his lips tremble with the need for more, I was suddenly all on board with the new plan.
I flipped us over until he was the one on his back. I went down on his cock, savoring the saltiness of his skin. The unique flavor that was unmistakably River. His cock was hard against my tongue, leaking precum that I lapped up greedily. Who knew cock could taste so good?
But then, amid the haze of arousal, a practical thought flickered to life. “Condoms. Do you have any?”
“In the bedside table. Lube too.” His voice was thick with arousal, now laced with impatience.
I pulled away just enough to fish out the needed items, the packet crinkling in my eager hands. He watched me, eyes darkened with want and something deeper, something that made my heart stutter.
Lubricant in hand, I squeezed some on my fingers, circling his entrance before pushing one inside. He squirmed, soft moans escaping his lips. “Adam,” he breathed out, each syllable laced with pleasure.
“God, River,” I breathed, my own arousal spiraling out of control.
When he started moving against my finger, I added a second.
“Curl your fingers up like this,” he said, showing me what he meant. As soon as I did it, he almost jumped off the bed like he’d been electrocuted.
“What happened? Did I hurt you?” I asked, pulling out.
