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)
“You’re fuckin’ beautiful,” I said, the words inadequate but necessary. “So fucking beautiful.”
A flash of self-consciousness crossed her face, and she started to cross her arms over her chest. I caught her wrists gently, bringing each one to my lips for a soft kiss before placing them at her sides.
“Don’t hide from me,” I whispered. “Please. Never hide from either of us.”
The vulnerability in her gaze nearly broke me. I rolled us over in a slow, lazy move before lowering my mouth to her breast, taking her nipple between my lips, tasting her with gentle suction that made her cry out and arch beneath me. My hand found her other breast, thumb and forefinger rolling the nipple as I lavished attention on its twin with my tongue.
River sucked in a breath as she gripped my hair, fingers threading through the strands, holding me to her as if afraid I might stop. Her pleasure had become my sole focus, the only thing that mattered in this moment.
I shifted my weight, pressing my thigh between her legs. Even through the fabric of her underwear and my sweatpants, I could feel the heat of her. She rocked against me, seeking pressure, friction, release. I moved my hand down her stomach, tracing the waistband of her underwear with my fingertips.
“Can I touch you?” I asked, pausing just above where I knew she wanted me most.
“Yes,” she breathed, her hips lifting slightly in invitation. “Please, Byte.”
I slid my hand beneath the elastic, fingers finding slick heat that made us both groan. Her eyes widened at the contact, her hands clutching my shoulders. I watched her face carefully, needing to know what made her breath catch, what made her moan.
“Oh God.” She jerked her hips against my hand. “Yes.”
Outside, the storm reached its peak, thunder booming directly overhead as rain lashed against the windows in horizontal sheets. The cabin creaked and groaned under the assault, but inside our bubble of lamplight, there was only River, her little moans, her scent, the incredible feeling of her growing wetter beneath my touch.
I lowered my mouth to her ear, whispering encouragement as I increased the pressure of my fingers. “That’s it, honey. Let go for me. I’ve got you.”
Her breathing grew erratic, little whimpers escaping with each exhale. I could feel her getting closer, her body tensing beneath mine. My finger slipped lower, circling her entrance before pressing inside, curling to find the spot that made her cry out.
“Byte,” she gasped, eyelids snapping open to lock with mine. “Oh, God!”
“I know,” I murmured, maintaining the rhythm that was pushing her toward the edge. “Come for me, River. Let me see you. Let me hear you scream.”
Her orgasm hit her like the lightning outside, her body arching off the bed as she shuddered against my hand. I watched in awe as pleasure transformed her features, her mouth open in a strangled cry as waves of release washed through her. I eased her through it, gentling my touch as the aftershocks subsided, until she collapsed back against the pillow, chest heaving.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, a dazed smile spreading across her face.
I withdrew my hand slowly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. Then I gathered her against me, pulling the quilt up to cover her bare skin against the chill that was settling in as the squall began to pass.
She shifted against me, her hand sliding down my chest toward the waistband of my sweatpants where my own arousal was impossible to hide. “What about you?” she asked, voice sleepy but determined.
I caught her wrist gently, bringing her fingers to my lips for a kiss. “Not tonight.”
She frowned, confusion clouding her post orgasmic bliss. “You don’t want to?”
I laughed softly, brushing her hair back from her forehead. “Honey, I want to more than I’ve wanted anything in a very long fuckin’ time.” I kissed her softly on the lips. “But when we do that, when we’re together for the first time, I want it to be perfect. Not rushed. Not with a storm raging and you half asleep.”
“And with Crush,” she added softly, understanding dawning in her eyes. The corners of her lips lifted in warmth and delight.
I nodded, something warm unfurling in my chest at her acceptance. “And with Crush.”
She settled against me, her head tucked under my chin, her breath warm against my skin. “I think I’m falling for you both,” she admitted, the words muffled against my chest. “Is that crazy?”
“If it is, we’re all on the crazy train together,” I told her, stroking her hair as her breathing began to even out. “Sleep now. We’ll figure out the rest tomorrow.”
I stayed awake, listening to the symphony of sounds around me. River’s soft breathing, the diminishing storm, the occasional creak of the cabin settling, it all gave me a sense of peace. The soundtrack to the beginning of my real life. Somewhere below us, Crush moved around, checking and rechecking our safety as was his nature. I smiled into the darkness, feeling more contented than I could ever remember being despite my own unsatisfied desire.