Page 134 of River & Rue

denouement (closure)

River carries me down a path I don’t see because I’m busy kissing every part of him my mouth can reach. A door opens and closes behind us. Wherever we are, the air is cool and smells sharply of pine.

I suck on his tongue. He stumbles, grunting as he bumps into something. Multiple small somethings clatter to the floor. He stumbles again, his hands flying to catch himself on a wall.

I tighten my legs around his waist and keep kissing him.

“Koala,” he mumbles.

“Tree,” I mumble back.

His lips curve as he navigates the space and lowers us to a soft surface. The moment my weight drops, I start grinding against his conveniently located, deliciously thick cock. He hums in approval, ripping off his T-shirt before divesting me of mine. My bra swiftly follows.

Before I can seal my lips back to his, the flex of his forearm arches my spine. My wordless protest transforms into a moan as his hot mouth closes over my nipple. He massages my other breast as he sucks and licks, then switches his efforts, moving back and forth until I’m whining and pulling his hair.

“You’re wound tight, aren’t you? If you ask nicely, I’ll gladly take care of all this tension.”

A breathless laugh escapes me as he repeats his proposition from the day we met.

“I accept.”

Soft, smiling kisses trail up my chest and throat. As his mouth reaches mine, he grips my hips and adjusts me in his lap, then reaches between my legs. A strident tearing sound and a rush of cool air across my inner thighs make me jerk back.

“You did not just tear out the crotch of my leggings.”

Golden eyes alight with laughter rise to mine.

“I totally did.”

“Monster.”

“You love it.”

“I totally do.”

Our smiles meet and soften for a kiss, broken by my gasp when his fingers dance across the thin boundary of my underwear.

“Mmm. Soaked for me.”

“Always.”

Planting my knees on the dark cushions to either side of him, I lift up and attack the button on his shorts. He takes care of the zipper, and we work together to pull his shorts past his knees. As I settle back on his thighs, my momentary curiosity about the unfamiliar couch we’re on vanishes.

River’s abs contract as I wrap both hands around his cock. When I squeeze, he grunts, his hips rocking upward. Stifling a grin, I move my hands from side to side, then in little circles.

“Rue.”

“Hmm?”

“It’s not a joystick.”

I grin pointedly; he huffs a laugh.

“Walked right into that one, didn’t I?”

“Sure did.”

Anchoring a hand at the back of my neck, he sweeps his thumb over my cheek. The look in his eyes is so tender, so adoring, a knot of emotion forms in my throat.