"Don't swim out too far, it's dangerous," River called out and I rolled my eyes at him,
"I can't hear you, I'm in the water!" I taunted and to my surprise, he began to strip his clothes off, first his jeans and then his shirt until he was in all but a pair of briefs as he dove into the lake.
He swam up towards me, his arms flexing above the clear blue water as he made his way over to me. He lifted his head above the water and ran a hand through the dark wet hair on his head.
"I thought you said you weren't interested." I teased swimming closer towards him so my chest Is pressed against his,
"That was dangerous, you mustn’t do that again." River asserted and his hooded eyes darkened with desire and I swam away from him, denying him what I knew he wanted.
"And who's going to stop me?" I challenged with a pout and mischief gleaming in my eyes,
Just then I feel River's hand grip my neck and pull me closer towards him, I gasped at first but it didn’t hurt because he wasn’ttryingto hurt me, and strangely enough I liked this side of him. And I liked the way his hands felt around my neck,daringme,claimingme. The side of him that was willing to go for what he wanted, which in this case was me. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
River's lips were merely an inch away from mine, and I bit my bottom lip slightly and he tensed before pressing his full lips against mine yet again and I wrapped my arms around his torso so we were as close as we could possibly be. It felt so good to have him so close and have him like no one else could. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and he moaned softly as it met his sending me over the edge as I dug my nails into his back, not enough to leave a mark, sadly.
"I was waiting for you to do that again." I expressed breathlessly,
"So was I." He confessed and I smiled.
I wrapped my legs around River's waist and wrapped my arms around his neck for support,
"Come on I wanna show you a place," I told him and he swam us both towards the shallow end of the lake.
I grabbed his hand and he took mine as I led him into the attic of the cabin that I earlier discovered had an entire library. The old library had a few tall walls of old volumes, though mostly they were now a sort of decoration to set the scene. There wasn’t much light down there and the only light source was the tiny window. I ran my fingers across the shelves and realised that none of the titles were in English.
I pulled out a French copy of The Outsiders and my eyes met River's cold blues on the other side, and a wave of nostalgia overcame me. This was how we met the first time, at least I was still certain it was him,eyes, you couldn't miss those eyes. They bewitched every fibre of your being and stripped you bare before you could even register their influence.
And in a blink he was gone and he appeared in front of me, I wrapped my arms around his neck and It was then I realised that I wasn't going to deny myself these things anymore. I wasn't going to deny myselfhimanymore.
"I want you." River said, his voice low and deep and declaring, "All the time."
“I know.” I hushed, pressing my forehead against his, “I know.
I closed my eyes as he tilted his head and he let his lips brush mine, just once. I wanted to scream at him to just kiss me, but I refrained not wanting to break the trance.
This time when his mouth touched mine, it stayed longer, like it never wished to part from me again.
And that was all it took for my lips to be on his once more, and this time our kiss was no longer gentle and passionate but hot, hungry, and desperate. He was not holding back and neither was I, his tongue teased mine as he pushed me into the shelf and a few books were knocked down but I couldn't care less. I stumbled backwards and knocked over even more books and we both couldn't help but laugh at the scene.
I put his hands on my waist and slid my shirt up just enough so that his cold fingertips were barely touching my bare skin. This wasn't usually something he allowed. The feeling of his fingertips on my skin, combined with the torture of his body pressed against mine, was intoxicating.
Kissing River was like your first breath after being underwater for a long time, like the first rains of spring, he tasted like all the good and all the bad and I was somewhere in between. His mouth was hot as it shifted from my lips to my jawline nipping at the skin and I moaned running a free hand through his wet hair gripping at his roots because it felt good.
Sogood.
"What're you thinking about?" River asked between kisses, his hot breath trailing down to my neck,
"I'm thinking about a lot of things," I told him kissing his neck, and he let out a groan and I knew he liked it,
"Like?" He asked and I hooked my legs around his waist and he smiled against my skin,
"That we're being reckless," I admitted,
I kissed him roughly and only realised once he pulled away that I'd bitten his lip.
"I'm sorry." I apologised and he swiped a finger over his bottom lip and smirked playfully,
"Don't be." He said mesmerised and I crashed my lips onto his once more. “Just give me more.”
