He crawls over my body. “Better?”
“How could you tell?” I ask.
He smiles. “I’m learning how to read this body of yours.”
The weight of him as he settles between my thighs grounds me. We shift as he enters me, inch by inch, his gaze never leaving mine.
A slow thrust, a gentle withdrawal, as I soak his cock.
I see the different facets of him. The playfulness, the intensity, the protection, and the calm.
He reaches for my hair and moves a tendril off my face. “Fuck, I love you,” he says.
The words catch me off guard, but they are the prettiest four words I ever heard.
“You do?”
His lips reach mine, soft and tender. “You came out of nowhere, Wren. Had no idea you’d be my reward for this year, but if you’re all I get for Christmas, then I’ll be a happy man.”
I wrap my arms tightly around him. “I love you too, River.”
I move. A slow grind and controlled roll, circling my hips until I feel the pressure of him in the place certain to destroy me.
“What a life we’re going to have,” he says, taking some weight in his arms, making it easier for him to thrust into me.
There’s no control, no fight for dominance. No clear alpha. Just two people coming together.
“Oh, God. Yes,” I say when he hits me exactly where I want him. “There. You’re so deep. Stretching me and filling me.”
It’s harder and faster, and I’m sure I’m panting and flushed as sweat slips between our bodies.
“Love watching the way you take me, sweetheart. Feeling you squeezing the life out of me.”
He tips his head back, and I see the tight muscles in his neck.
“You want to come too?” I ask.
“Yes,” River says. His eyes back on mine.
“Then earn it.” I struggle to keep my face straight as I say it.
But River grins as he ravages the side of my neck. “You want me to earn it, babe?”
I brace my hands over my head, holding tight to the headboard, as he fucks me like he means to ruin us both.
I close my eyes, chasing the edge. The orgasm is wound tight, building at the base of my spine like a storm. My abs tighten.
“You feel so good, River. So thick. So hard.”
We groan together, inhaling each other’s breath.
River’s hips meet mine in hard strokes. Thrust for thrust, we chase the same goal. Not just to come, but to meet each other, as we are, right here, at our most vulnerable.
“You’re going to ruin me,” he says, biting then licking my shoulder.
“Then let me ruin you. Let me make you come so hard, you forget your name.”
His rhythm stutters, and he drops his forehead to mine. And he fucks me harder.
