“Why did you want to come over tonight?”
Marina stopped thinking. She stopped worrying. She put her hands on River’s shoulders and tilted her head back. “I think you know.”
River’s hand moved beneath Marina’s hair and gripped her neck firmly. Her mouth met Marina’s, and the kiss was hot and hard, just like River’s body pressed against hers. Marina let herself melt against her, let the feeling of River’s big hand on her hip warm her in a way she hadn’t felt in too long. She’d had sex, sure, but it hadn’t felt, even at first, like this.
River broke the kiss and rested her forehead against Marina’s. “This could complicate things. Itwillcomplicate things.”
“I’ve been having sex with you in my head since the first time I met you. I don’t think the real thing will make any difference to the fact that I’m desperate for you to fuck me senseless and make me scream your name.”
Marina’s breath left her when River bit down on her neck, her lips pressed hard against the pulse. Her hands fumbled as she tried to get beyond Marina’s coat, and she finally tore herself away from Marina’s neck. She took her hand and led her up the light beechwood steps to a loft-type bedroom at the top. Marina’s knees went weak, and her panties grew wetter than they already were.
A giant four-poster bed was situated against the wall. Each post held at least one metal ring. There was one in the center of the headboard too. Marina shot her a grin, her eyebrow raised.
“I’m sure I mentioned I didn’t mind a bit of kink,” River said, sliding Marina’s coat from her shoulders and draping it over a big, navy blue cushioned chair.
“I thought you were joking. Kind of.” Marina shivered as River pulled her sweater over her head, leaving her standing there in her black lace bra. Her nipples were so hard, they ached, making the material feel like sandpaper.
River was on her in an instant, her lips trailing scorching heat along Marina’s jaw, down her neck, and then she pulled Marina’s head back by her hair and nipped along her collarbone. Marina’s hips seemed to press forward of their own accord, and her hands fisted in River’s shirt, pulling at it as she moaned under the onslaught of her attention.
River undid her slacks and shoved them down, then lightly pushed Marina back onto the bed. She rested on her elbows, watching as River unzipped her boots and tossed them aside, and then slid the slacks off slowly to reveal her black silk panties. River’s eyes darkened, and she pressed her palm against Marina’s heat, drawing another moan out of her. Then the panties were gone, as was the bra, and River’s weight pressed her to the bed.
River’s lust-filled gaze bore into Marina’s as she slowly pulled Marina’s wrists over her head and encircled both of them with one hand. With her free hand, she stroked Marina’s breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples, then sucking them in one at a time as her hand explored Marina’s wetness.
Marina squirmed under River’s touch, her entire body on fire. “Goddamn it, River. Fuck me.”
River leaned down and bit Marina’s bottom lip. “Impatient much?”
In response, Marina thrust her hips upward against River’s hand, making River chuckle. Then River’s fingers were inside her, deep and hard, and Marina cried out, her head thrown back. River didn’t relinquish her grip on Marina’s wrists, and the feeling was so beautifully delicious Marina forgot everything but the sensations sweeping through her body as River did exactly what Marina had begged her to do.
“Tell me,” River whispered in her ear. “Tell me what you want.”
“Harder,” Marina gasped, her eyes shut, her hips moving in time with River’s thrusts. “Fuck me the way you really want to.”
River’s chuckle was deeper, harsher. “You’re not nearly ready for that. But I can do this…”
She added another finger and picked up the pace, fucking Marina deeper and harder, her palm too perfectly placed against Marina’s clit. She came hard, her back arching, stars exploding behind her eyelids.
“Yessss,” River hissed softly. And she kept going, her strong thigh pressed against Marina’s, holding her down as she twisted her hand and made Marina come again, and then again. When Marina sagged, she slowed, then gently pulled out. The hand holding her wrists let go and caressed the length of Marina’s arm, down her side, to her stomach. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Marina smiled, but she didn’t want to open her eyes yet. Languid and sated, she didn’t want the moment to end. The silence stretched on, and River continued to lazily stroke her skin. Eventually, she opened her eyes and rolled her head to the side to look at her.
“I had a feeling you’d have that kind of stamina.”
River laughed, her eyebrows raised. “If that’s the limit of what you expect, you’ve been having sex with the wrong people.” She cupped Marina’s pussy in her hand and squeezed lightly. “I was just giving you time to breathe.”
Marina bit her lip, very much liking the sound of that. The fact that River was still fully dressed made her feel even more vulnerable, the kind of bottom she hadn’t allowed herself to be in a very long time. “Oh, yeah? What do you have in mind?”
River’s gaze went from relaxed to hungry in an instant. She went to the trunk at the bottom of the bed. She pulled out a leather strap and a black dildo. She raised them, the question in her eyes, and Marina just nodded and scooted up a little further on the bed so she could rest her head on a pillow.
River left the room, disappearing into what Marina assumed was the bathroom. Her body was already aching for River’s touch again, and she eyed the rings in the bedposts. Not tonight, but maybe some other time… The thought brought with it a little train of mini-thoughts chugging after it, and she derailed it fast. This wasn’t the moment to think about tomorrow. Right now, it was all about the present.
The door opened, and River came out wearing a tight black tank top and black boxers. The strap-on was clearly outlined beneath, and all the breath left Marina’s body in a rush. River climbed onto the bed, the muscles in her shoulders bunching, the tattoos shifting in the shadows like moving pictures. She straddled Marina, the dildo pressing against her clit, and she moaned. River’s hands slid up her sides to her breasts, and she leaned down and sucked hard on one nipple, then the other. Marina dug one hand into River’s short hair and dragged her nails along River’s shoulder with the other.
“Are you ready for me?” River whispered, and her hand slid between Marina’s legs. She grinned. “Guess so.” She released the dildo from the boxers, moved it into position, and then shifted so her body was over Marina’s. “You wanted me to make you scream. Do it.”
It wasn’t a question. It was a statement she punctuated with a long, deep thrust that resulted in Marina doing just as she wastold. River fucked her slowly, pushing Marina’s knees up so she could go deeper still, and her eyes were full of desire, so sensual and intense. She fucked harder, and faster, until Marina arched again, crying out River’s name, her hands twisted in the blanket beneath her.
But River didn’t give her time to breathe. She pulled out, flipped Marina onto her stomach, and pushed into her from behind. Her hand tangled in Marina’s hair, and she whispered beautiful, perfectly dirty things in Marina’s ear as she pushed into her. She settled back and pulled Marina up to her knees and then fucked her deeper and harder again, this time with one hand teasing Marina’s clit at the same time.
