“I’m not tight,” I tease, knowing what he wants me to say.
“Red …”
“Dick, River. Is that what you want me to say?”
“Fuck yeah,” he groans. Pulling out of me, he slams back in.
I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing his mouth to mine. He kisses me deep and wet and dirty.
His hand grips hold of my hip, holding me in place.
His fingers are digging hard into my skin, but that only seems to turn me on even more. Knowing how badly he wants me from the strength of his grip and the hardness of his cock.
His hip bone is rubbing against my clit with every move he makes against me. His cock strokes a delicious spot deep inside me.
It’s like sensory overload.
“Tell me you’re close, Carrie. Because I’m not gonna last much longer. You feel too fucking good.”
“I’m close,” I pant. “Just keep doing … that … right … there. Yes, oh, yes … please!” I’m hit with an orgasm stronger than the first.
My inner muscles contract around him, squeezing him.
“Fuck, Carrie. You’re making me come … so … hard.” His hips jerk against mine as he pours himself inside me.
We’re sweet kisses against fevered skin. Neither ready to let this moment end.
River takes my face in his hands, framing it. He brushes my hair from my forehead with his thumbs. Staring down at me in the dark.
I smile up at him. “What?” I whisper.
“I love you,” he says. The words spoken so simply … easily but with so much meaning.
My heart stutters in my chest. Then, sheer delight ripples through me, blanketing every inch of my skin.
I cover one of his hands with mine. “I love you, too,” I tell him.
His lips lift into a beautiful smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I want us to be together. You, me, and Hope. I want us to be a family.”
“I want that, too. So much.”
God, my heart feels like it might burst. I never believed that I could have something so good, so pure. But I do. I’ve got it here, right now, in my arms.
River drags his thumb over my lips, presses a kiss there, and then buries his face into my neck, tightly holding me. And I hold him back equally as tight.