Dropping her forehead to my chest, she chuckles as I will my brain to re-engage with my body. A sudden need to hold her close has my hands wrapping around her back tightly, pulling her close.
“Hey, are you okay?” she whispers in my ear. Nodding, I fight the tears, trying with all their might to pool in my eyes. God damn it, I knew I’d enjoy the sex more once we’d connected on an intimate level outside of the bedroom, but these feelings swelling up in my chest are far more than I bargained for.
“I-I’m good,” I finally croak out.
River wiggles against me, settling herself on my chest and using her elbows, on either side of my shoulders, to apply gentle pressure. She’s hugging me with her entire body.
It only occurs to me then that River is still somewhat dressed. “I’d like you to be naked.”
She doesn’t reply, but lifts her hip enough for me to slip my hand down and push her gym shorts down. While Ido that she fumbles her trainers off using both feet instead of her hands. It’s awkward, but quite entertaining. The struggle has us both erupting in quiet giggles.
“I should have just stood up,” she grumbles, kicking one of her legs out to dislodge her stubborn trainer and sock.
“No, I like this,” I reply.
We spend a few more seconds disrobing her until she finally settles her bare hips back down and I feel just how excited she is. Holding her close again, I breathe her in. My tongue traces a faint line up her neck, and I close my eyes again because it feels like the only way to keep the emotions coursing through me in check.
River’s body trembles slightly as I ghost my hands down her back. I’d say her back is a major erogenous zone for her, and I plan to use that knowledge to my advantage.
Nerves simmer under my skin. The first time we had sex, I barely got to touch River. The night was about her showing me a good time, which I can understand some women might like. But for me, it just highlighted the chasm between sex for the sake of getting off and sex with connection.
Knowing River as I do now, I think her reason for taking control also had something to do with the fact shelikes to keep her distance. Touching another person, even for just one throwaway night, is a type of commitment, in a way. You’re committing yourselves to a few hours of trusting what you hold dear to a perfect stranger…your body and mental well-being. You’re trusting the person fucking you isn’t going to hurt you in any way, and that they will treat you with respect.
For River, I don’t think she even allowed herself that modicum of time to hand over any part of herself. With that in mind, I’m aware what River is doing now is quite the honour. She’s handing me control, and I don’t want to mess it up.
Trailing my fingertips up her back and into her hair, I gently push her head until we’re looking at each other. There is a noticeable blush across her cheeks, and her eyes are more pupil than iris.
“What do you like, River?”
“I-I don’t know.”
Her confession only solidifies my belief that she hasn’t let another woman touch her with purpose for a long time.
“Are you comfortable with me being on top?”
I rode River the night we met, but she was still very much in charge. She wasn’t vulnerable but cocky, because the act wasn’t about her. This is different.
She nods, and I notice the slight pinching of her cheek. She’s biting the inside of her mouth, and I know that means she’s nervous. River pushes herself up, creating a sliver of space between us. I take advantage of it and manoeuvre my leg until it’s wrapped around her hip. In a move much smoother than I expected of myself, I reverse our positions.
River’s hair is out of its usual bun and splays across my pillow. Her breasts heave as her breathing becomes more laboured. My hips begin a slow rhythm against her pubic bone, and I know it’s driving her wild. River’s eyes dart from my face down to my swaying breasts, and then to our joined pussies.
“Do you like that?”
Her hands grip my thighs, hard. “Yes,” she replies, just above a whisper.
“Will you spread your legs for me?”
She complies, and I feel her thighs bracket my sides. Without breaking eye contact, I circle my right arm around my back and down to her strip of trimmed hair. Her fingers twitch and grip a little harder. I haven’t even touched her properly yet, and she’s already halfway to climax.
I feel powerful and sexy in this position. I love the way she is looking up at me with utter reverence. She didn’t look at me this way during our one-night stand.
“You’re so beautiful, River,” I say, brushing my fingers through her thatch and into her wet folds. “I could touch you all day and never get tired.”
A low groan emanates from her mouth. Her hips buck up in a silent plea for more. My hips slow as I concentrate on exploring River. I don’t want to come, not this time. I want this experience to be completely about her.
Widening my fingers, I brush either side of her lips, never touching her clit directly but just enough to have her almost begging me with her body. Slowly, I trail my left hand up her torso until I reach her tits. Both nipples are already at attention, and I almost make a silly comment. I don’t, though, because this isn’t the time for silliness. It’s the time to show River she can trust me with every part of herself.
The index and middle finger of my right hand dip into her opening as the thumb and index of my left hand roll and pinch her sensitive nipples. River slaps a hand across her mouth as a sultry mewl escapes her throat. God, she’s everything. Beautiful, strong, and vulnerable.
