Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
She made a small sound in the back of her throat, half sigh, half moan, and I melted for her. My hand found her face, cupping her cheek as gently as I could, deepening the kiss. Her lips parted farther, inviting me in, and I accepted, tasting her with slow, deliberate strokes of my tongue.
River’s hand fisted in my T-shirt, pulling me closer. The heat of her palm burned through the thin cotton, searing my skin. I threaded my fingers through her hair, cradling the back of her head as I angled my mouth against hers. There was a promise of everything good I’d ever wanted in my life. I just had to not fuck it up.
Her tentative kiss changed from gentle to hungry. I traced the line of her jaw with my thumb, then down her neck to the delicate hollow at the base of her throat. She arched slightly, pressing into my touch.
River braced herself on my chest. She opened her mouth and thrust her tongue against mine with energetic flicks. The longer she kissed me, the more she whimpered. And wiggled against me. I could practically feel the heat from her pussy next to my thigh.
I let my touch drift lower, skimming over her collarbone, down to the swell of her breast through her shirt. When my thumb brushed across her nipple through the thin fabric, she gasped against my mouth, her body arching toward mine.
“Byte.” She sucked in a breath, breaking the kiss to look at me with wide, dark eyes.
“Too much?” I asked, ready to pull back if she needed space.
She shook her head, a smile spreading across her kiss-swollen lips. “Not enough.”
The storm raged outside, thunder cracking overhead as rain lashed against the windows. But inside, in the circle of lamplight with River’s body warm against mine, I’d never felt more centered, more certain. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t overthinking. I was simply feeling. Her skin under my fingertips, her breath against my cheek, her heart beating in time with mine -- all of it was like a drug I had to have more of.
“This is real, River,” I whispered to her as I swept my tongue inside her mouth once more. “And I’ll be Goddamned if I ever let go.”
I slid my hand down her side, tracing the curve of her waist, her hip, learning her body. River’s breath caught again as I skimmed my fingers over sensitive skin at the hem of her shirt. I paused there, watching her face in the flickering lightning for any sign of hesitation or doubt. Finding none, only the flush of desire coloring her cheeks, I leaned in to capture her lips again, drinking in the small sounds of pleasure she made against my mouth.
“Tell me what you want,” I murmured against her lips, my thumb tracing slow circles at her hipbone. “Tell me what feels good.”
“Everything,” she whispered, her voice breaking on the word. “Everything you’re doing feels good.”
I grazed my touch beneath her shirt, touching the bare skin of her torso with more than my fingers for the first time. She was warm, impossibly soft. I traced the curve of her stomach, feeling the muscles tense under my touch. “Is this okay?” I asked, hovering at the boundary I wasn’t sure I should cross.
“Yes,” she breathed, arching slightly to press into my hand. “Please, don’t stop. I’ll tell you if I don’t want you going somewhere. I promise.”
Her words gave me the encouragement I needed to explore her slowly, reverently without fear of scaring her. I slid my palm up her ribcage until I reached the underside of her breast. Her breathing quickened, little whimpers escaping her lips each time my thumb brushed sensitive skin.
River guided my hand upward, placing my palm directly over her breast. The weight of it filled my hand perfectly, her nipple hardening against my palm. I groaned, the sound vibrating against her skin where my mouth pressed to her collarbone.
“Love your little tits,” I told her with all the raw emotion I was feeling. In contrast to my rough words, I let my thumb brush over her nipple in a slow, lazy glide, enjoying the way she responded. She fascinated me. The catch in her breath when I circled slowly, the small whimper when I applied slightly more pressure. I filed away each response, building a map of her pleasure that I intended to memorize completely.
“Can I take this off?” she asked, pulling at my shirt with newfound boldness.
I sat up just enough to pull the shirt over my head, tossing it aside before returning to her. The brief separation felt like miles, seconds stretching like hours until I could touch her again.
“Your turn?” I asked, fingers playing at the edge of her sleep shirt.
She didn’t hesitate. I helped her sit up, then lifted the fabric slowly, revealing inch by inch of skin that I immediately wanted to taste. She raised her arms, allowing me to pull the shirt completely off. The sight of her, bare from the waist up, illuminated by the intermittent lightning outside and the small solar powered nightlight near the stairs, stole my breath. Her breasts were small, perfect, the skin pale except for the darker peaks that drew my gaze like magnets.