Take what I need? My heat-fogged brain struggles with the concept. Grayson took charge, directed everything. But River's looking up at me like he's perfectly happy to let me drive.
"I don't—I can't think—" My hands are shaking as I grab at his shirt, trying to get it off him.
"Here." He sits up enough to yank his shirt over his head, then lies back down with that easy smile. "Better?"
So much better. I run my hands over his chest, feeling the solid muscle, the warmth of his skin. He's not as built as Grayson, more lean, but there's strength in every line of him.
"You're staring," he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
"You're pretty," I manage, and he laughs—actually laughs.
"Pretty? I'm rugged. Manly. I fix things for a living."
Despite the desperation clawing at me, I almost smile. "Pretty."
"Okay, I'll allow it." His hands settle on my hips, grounding me. "Now, what do you need? Tell me and I'll help you get it."
"You." The word comes out desperate. "Inside me. Now. Please, River, I can't—the emptiness?—"
"Alright, we can do that." His hands slide to the waistband of his sweatpants. "You gonna help me out here, or just sit there looking gorgeous?"
I fumble with his sweatpants, clumsy with need, and he helps me shove them down. His cock springs free—thick and hard, knot already starting to swell at the base—and the sight makes more slick flood out of me.
"That's what you need?" he asks, wrapping one hand around himself and stroking slowly. "This cock? This knot?"
"Yes." I'm practically sobbing. "Please, River, please?—"
"Then take it." His hands go back to my hips, steadying me. "Go on, Bea. I'm right here. Take what you need."
It takes my heat-fogged brain a moment to understand. He wants me to?—
"You want me on top?" I've never—Terrance never let me?—
"Why not?" River's thumbs rub soothing circles on my hip bones. "You know what you need better than I do. Your body knows. Let it lead."
I shift forward, rising up on my knees, and he helps guide his cock to my entrance. The first touch makes us both gasp—he's hot and hard andright there?—
"That's it," he encourages. "Whenever you're ready. Take it slow if you need to."
Slow? I don't have slow in me right now. I sink down in one movement, taking him deep, and the sensation steals my breath.
"Fuck," River gasps, his fingers digging into my hips. "Okay—okay—give me a second?—"
I can't give him a second. Can't wait. The emptiness is finally being filled and I needmore. I start to move, rising and falling, finding a rhythm that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
"Yeah," River breathes. "Yeah, just like that. Look at you. Taking what you need. So fucking beautiful."
His encouragement makes me bolder. I brace my hands on his chest and move faster, chasing the feeling, chasing relief from this burning need.
"That's perfect," he groans. "You feel so good, Bea. So tight around me. Can you feel how deep I am? How full you are?"
I can. Oh god, I can. He's hitting spots inside me that make me whimper with every movement, and the friction against my clit is perfect, and?—
"River—" His name comes out as a moan. "So good. You feel so good."
"Yeah?" His hands slide up from my hips, cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples. "Tell me what you need. Want it harder? Faster?"
"Both," I sob. "Everything. Please."
