Every night, I’ve tried circling my clit, or grinding it against the palm of my hand to ease this knot in the pit of my stomach, but I’d never brought out the kind of reaction he is, and he’s barely even started.
“You touched yourself, too?” Hugging his neck, I hide my face so he can’t see how pink I am.
“So many fucking times, Daliah. It’s a miracle my dick still works.” He groans into my hair and shifts his legs, so I’m spreading wider for him. “Let me tell you, my hand isn’t coming close to this pussy. No matter how many times I’ve imagined it, there’s no way I can pretend now.”
His touch slides further before I feel one of his fingers slide in. As a gasp leaves my lips, a curse leaves his.
“I don’t deserve this.” Shaking his head, he rests it against my shoulder as he gives his finger a curl. One little shift and he’s rubbing against a spot that has my breath catching in the back of my throat.
Without being told to do so, I lift slightly, just enough to get enough friction to feel pleasure running hot through my veins.
“Fuck, if only you could see yourself through my eyes.” To prove his point, he sits back and bites the corner of his bottom lip as he slowly works in a second finger. Together, they’re bigger than three of mine combined. Not that I’d ever have the courage to try to work in that much at a time.
Inhaling sharply at the stretch, I sink down until I feel the heel of his hand graze my clit. Now I can’t tell if I want to grind against him or keep moving along the length of his fingers.
Thankfully, he makes the decision for me to thrust them deeper, all while pressing his hand down firmly where I need it.
The dizziness comes in waves. Pinching my eyes shut, I’m left gripping his shoulders so I can just focus on the sensations that are flooding in. It’s too much, and not enough, all at the same time.
“River…” Whimpering out his name, I don’t miss the groan that wracks through him. With just a little more pressure, I’m seeing stars and collapsing against his chest. Fighting to catch my breath, I’m left clinging to him and groaning as his fingers continue to move, stretching me out with the spread of them.
“You’re going to kill me if you keep that up.” Sounding completely gone, he swipes his thumb against my overly sensitized clit just to make me jerk, as if he can get a little revenge for whatever I’m doing to make him suffer.
As far as I can tell, with his heavy breathing and slightly flushed cheeks, he seems to be enjoying himself rather well.
Slowly, he drags his hand out and away from my pussy. Bringing his fingers up for us to both see, I’m amazed by theirglossiness. My amazement burns into embarrassment when he pushes them into his mouth to lick them clean. At the sight of his tongue lapping between them, I’m left mesmerized as he lets out a low moan.
River Pierce likes the taste of my pussy. Never in my dreams would I have thought something like that could be possible. Yet, he makes sure not to miss an ounce. Watching him like this makes me wonder what it would be like to have him lick me right at the source.
Would he be moaning and rumbling in the way he is right now? Oh, now that’s a thought that can make me tingly all over again. One man alone shouldn’t be enough to set me off, yet here I am, shifting against him, probably leaving damp spots against his jeans.
With as far as we’ve gone, can we go further? Is that too much to ask for?
Wiggling off him, I’m surprised to find that my legs feel like they’ve lost most of their strength. Thankfully, neither of my knees gives out. Drinking him in, I see his chest heaving, and lower, there’s the bulge pressing against his zipper.
Looks like I turn River Pierce on, too. Talk about a fantasy come true.
“Let’s hurry along with that tour.” Offering him my hand, his clean hand swallows mine up easily. Rather than getting off the couch immediately, he pauses long enough to enjoy holding my hand. Like he needs the excuse to touch me like this, he slowly stands.
I’ll never get used to this man towering over me. Nearly a foot taller, being beneath him like this makes it impossible to ignore the hunger radiating beneath his gaze.
“The bees?” He lets out a breath, slowly shaking his head like he’s trying to remember why he came here to begin with.
He may have texted me about checking out the hives, but plans change. Right now, there’s only one place I want to show him. It’s the only place he can untwist this winding knot in my gut.
“Something like that, sure.” Giving him a smile and knowing it’ll be enough to convince him to follow me anywhere, I give him a light tug. Just as I expect, he comes tumbling forward.
The noise he makes when we reach my bedroom is enough to make me want to laugh out loud. Especially when he shakes his head in disbelief.
Releasing his hand and taking a few steps away, I turn on my heel. Reaching up, I tease the straps of my dress. “Is this okay?”
Pretty sure I don’t need to explain to a grown man what it means to be brought to a woman’s bedroom.
Yet, he shakes his head and looks at me like I’ve grown a second head. “Daliah, you’ve already given me so much…”
“And I want to take more.” Plucking the strips down my arms, I look down as I shimmy the dress lower and lower until I reveal the lack of a bra covering my breasts.
Taking a shower wasn’t the only thing I’d done to prepare for his arrival. I skipped wearing a bra and made sure to shave everything. I’m smooth and soft and smell amazing. Today is going to be the day I lose my virginity. I made up my mind as soon as River wanted to come here.
