Her matching thong should surprise me, but it doesn’t. It just steals every particle of moisture from my mouth.
“Tell me what you want now, Cleo. I’ll do anything you want.”
Slowly, her eyes open and adjust to the sudden rush of light. I watch her pupils dilate and find myself fixated on them.
“I just want you to touch me, River. However you like.”
Nodding, I place my hands on her hips and encourage her to sit down on the bed. It’s not ideal considering it’s a single, but we’ll make do.
“Lean back a little,” I say, watching her watch me. I’ve never held eye contact with a person for so long. Never in a sexual situation, so this is new for me. I should feel awkward, but I love having her eyes on me. I love that she wants to watch me worship her body.
Her legs part as soon as she sits down. My hands trace from her hips to her knees. Leaning forward, I place the same open-mouthed kisses I lavished on her breasts, over her knees, and up her inner thighs. I can smell how excited she is, but I’m not quite ready to reach her pussy just yet. Not when I have all this creamy, freckled skin to touch.
“River,” she breathes.
“Tell me,” I plead.
“Lick me, I’m begging you.”
I do as she asks. I lick her thigh, and then her lips until my face is buried in her slick folds. Taking her thighs, I lift them effortlessly onto my shoulders and feast.
At this point, I don’t mind pulling out a few tricks, because I want her to enjoy every second, and I know how to give head better than most.
The difference, though, is I listen to her body. Every twitch and gasp is stored until I’ve mapped out every area of her sex, which makes her quiver. I’m so attuned to her, I’m not even thinking about my performance, which, regrettably, I would have been with any other woman. All I’m thinking about is her. The taste of her. The feel of her. The sound of her breathing, her gasps, her moans.
She’s everything. And I’m going to make sure she knows it.
I realise how selfish a lover I was. Even though I thought I made my nightly trysts about the person I was with, I can see it never was. It was about proving something to myself. Yes, I’m sure some of the women thoroughly enjoyed themselves, but I’d wager there were plenty who were left less than satisfied. Just like Cleo, they needed something deeper, something I couldn’t give them.
Never mind, because I know I can give Cleo what she wants if I just ask her.
“Like that,” she pants.
Her hips roll and I match her rhythm. At some point, she must have discarded my cap because I feel her fingers sink into my hair and pull at the roots.
Her breath is coming in short, sharp bursts. I want nothing more than to hear her scream my name, but she can’t. Not entirely convinced she’ll be able to keep herself quiet, I slip a hand up and cover her mouth.
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Cleo
My scream slams againstRiver’s hand, muffling it. I have enough awareness that I try to keep the sound to a reasonable level, but I doubt I’m succeeding. The pleasure travelling from my clit through every nerve passage to the rest of my body is completely overwhelming. I think I might explode if I try to keep the feeling bottled up inside. Screaming and clamping my teeth into something is the release valve.
I’m only aware I’ve stopped making noise when River’s hand slips away from my mouth.
“You bit me,” she whisper laughs.
My eyes are unfocused and I’m barely cognisant of…anything.
“Cleo?”
“Mmm,” is all I can manage.
The bed dips, and River appears above me, smiling, searching my face. I didn’t even feel her drop my legs from her shoulders.
“I need you to make words,” she says.
“Okay.”
