His breath shakes. “I almost let something happen to you.”
“But you didn’t.”
I kiss him.
It isn’t gentle or welcoming. It’s grounding and reaffirming and utterly real.
It’s my way of reassuring him that I’m here, so is he, and tomorrow we’ll figure out what to do.
He kisses me back like he needs my oxygen to breathe, and it’s the headiest of feelings to have so much power over a man like this. I grip his hips, holding him back against the wall, even though we both know he could get free in a heartbeat.
But he doesn’t.
I pull back just enough to whisper, “Do you want this?”
His dark eyes meet mine. “Yes.”
“We should talk boundaries,” I offer, suddenly coming to my senses.
“I want all of it, Wren. Whatever it is. All of it. Just do it.”
I slide my hands to his cock, gripping it firmly, and begin to work it between us. Pressed up against each other like we are, there’s a heady kind of thrill that comes from the action.
It’s River’s cock, and yet, it feels a lot like what working myself would feel like. It’s affirming and intimate.
He drops his forehead to my shoulder, and I feel his gasp for air as I squeeze harder.
“Wren,” he mutters, his lips moving against my skin.
My clit has a heartbeat of its own as I work him over. But this is about River.
Easing him.
He’s open to me.
Trusts me.
I’m not sure I deserve this kind of happy. To be liked…maybe someday even loved…by a man like this.
“I was scared they got to you,” he says on a shudder as I squeeze my hand right to the base of his cock. He thrusts his hips to meet me.
“You’re allowed to be afraid. It doesn’t make you weak.”
River raises his head and cups my cheek, and I lean into his palm. “I didn’t know how much I needed to touch you until I almost couldn’t.”
I reach for the back of his neck and tug his lips to mine as his hands roam my body. I let him touch his fill until I drop to my knees in front of him.
Sucking cock is something I’m a fan of. There’s something deeply satisfying about the weight of it on my tongue, the way my mouth can undo someone one slow inch at a time. It’s about being trusted with the most vulnerable part and truth of a person.
When I open my mouth with reverence, I look up and see overwhelming need in River’s strained features. When I take him inside, his hiss is louder than the patter of water on the shower floor.
His head flops back against the tiled wall, and his hand fists in my hair.
I drag my tongue along the vein on the underside, slow and deliberate, savoring the way his body jolts at the tiny contact.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
I take him deep, letting myself feel the stretch, letting my jaw relax. His cock is warm and heavy in my mouth.
