Kissing my neck, he moves one hand to tease my nipple and continues to plunge one finger and then another inside of me. I’m losing my mind. With a panting breath, I mutter, “I surrender, you win.” But thankfully, he doesn’t stop.
Closing my eyes, I inhale a deep breath. I drink him in completely as I claw the brick wall for support and scream into the night, “Yes, yes!” My body shudders and pulsates from its core as I come hard and fast. My thirst for River mildly satisfied, but nowhere near quenched.
Wanting him inside me more than I have ever wanted someone to penetrate me before, I say under spent breath, “River, fuck me now, make me come again.” Once again, I’m shocked at my own words, but he’s not so shocked as he quickly breathes back, “I plan to.”
He doesn’t wait as he slams inside me quick and hard. Abandoning my brace on the wall, I fuse my palms to his chest, as his thickness fills me. Each retreat is followed by another glorious lunge. As his pace quickens, he reaches behind me and pushes my ass into his full, penetrating hardness, causing it to rub my most sensitive spot with each and every thrust.
As he says, “Stay still,” he moves even deeper into me and at an increasingly faster rate. When his groans become lower, almost primal, I don’t move. I stay still. I want to experience him fully. As I continue to meld my hands to his chest, I realize this has to be the single most fulfilling sensation I have ever felt, bar none.
His fingers start digging into my flesh, his own pleasure building at the same pace as mine. Groaning into my shoulder, he’s no longer kissing me, no longer able to, I’m sure. Especially if he’s feeling anything close to the pure heaven I’m experiencing right now. As he continues to rock himself into me, I feel my body responding again. I grab his strong biceps for support and feel the tremble in his body.
Lifting his head, his green eyes find mine, and they are glazed over with passion. He sucks in a quick breath, his eyes closing as he lowers his head to my shoulder.
I don’t let him finish as I lift his head with both my hands. “Say it,” I command.
His groans grow louder still as I continue to clutch his gorgeous face in my hands and experience the mesmerizing transformation that’s taking place as he finds his release. He grunts, “I’m coming,” as his thrusts slow, and a low cry escapes his mouth.
I know I was wrong before when I feel him fill me and hear him say those words. My muscles clench tightly, and my toes curl. This, right now, is the most fulfilling moment I have ever felt.
As he lowers his head and thrusts into me one final time, I fall apart at the seams, coming for a second time as we both quench our insatiable thirst for each other; further building our connection. As we ride out our orgasms together, his sperm filling me, he suddenly looks up, his face full of concern, his eyes wide. “Shit, we didn’t use a condom.”
Lost in my own fantasy world of pleasure, I never realized it either, but I quickly reassure him, “It’s okay I’m on the pill.”
Surrounding me, with both palms pressed against the wall, he leans his forehead to mine. While both us try to stabilize our breathing, he grabs my chin and says, “I’ve never been with anyone without a condom.” He removes one hand from the brick wall and draws a cross over his heart. “I’m clean. I promise.”
I nod my head and kiss him, not wanting to talk about other women he has been with. So I just say, “River, that was amazing.”
With a sly grin he says, “You could say that again,” as he pulls up my ripped panties and jeans and I button them as he zips his own.
Once we have both put ourselves together, he curls his arms around my waist and presses himself into me. Bringing his forehead to mine, he starts dancing slowly with me. While we move together in the night, my environment suddenly comes alive, and I see the beauty all around me.