“Good girl.” River twines his free hand in my hair and draws my head to the side, exposing the column of my neck. He bends down and whispers his lips in slow kisses over the bare skin there and onto my shoulder.
My eyes flutter and I swallow air, my chest rising with unsteady breaths. “What are you doing?”
River may have teased. Flirted. But he’s never actually crossed the line and I didn’t think he would.
He hums against my skin and the vibrations shoot to my core. “Experimenting,” he says.
“How romantic.” I’m aiming for sarcasm, but my voice comes out husky and aroused.
River undoes the button of my jeans and I jolt a little.
“Shh.” He lifts me, spinning us both around so the desk is behind us. “Hands on the wall,” he orders.
My hands come up of their own volition, the dark paint cool beneath my heated skin.
River presses the length of his body against my back, crowding me.
I should feel trapped, vulnerable, but instead I feel myself undoing. The stress, the fear, the constant guilt - they all slip away as River surrounds me so completely.
He slides his hand beneath my panties, and his fingers stroke between my soaked folds.
I buck against his touch. Apparently, he doesn’t like that.
He hooks a leg in front of mine, locking me in place.
I let my head rest against the wall and a soft laugh tumbles from my lips. “You are such a control freak.”
River stills for a moment then he thrusts two fingers inside of me. Pain burns at the edges of pleasure as he curls his fingers and hits a spot that has me seeing stars. His teeth tug at my earlobe. “You were saying?”
I no longer have the ability to say anything.
River picks up the pace, his fingers hitting that spot inside of me over and over as his thumb comes down to push against my clit.
“River.” I breathe out his name. “Please.”
He slows down.
“Don’t stop.”
“Shh.” River tortures me with his fingers. Each gentle stroke sends ripples of pleasure through me but it’s not enough. His touch drives my need to an almost unbearable point and my nails claw against the wall.
“Faster, please River.”
He ignores me, his thumb hovering above my clit, just out of reach. “I think we need to set some ground rules, darling. As sweet as it is to hear you beg,” he leans close, “You call mesirwhen I’m inside of you.”
Heat flushes through me and I scream in frustration. “No.”
His thumb pushes hard against my clit. “Yes.”
I press my lips together, refusing to give him that much control over me.
River takes my silence as a challenge and picks up the pace again.
I revel in the sensations, my core coiling tighter and tighter as he brings me to the edge. My breathing comes faster. Tingles flood through my body. I press my hips forward into River’s hold but it’s still not enough. He’s holding back.
“River, please.”
He stops.
