Shallow River

Her clothes are stripped off her body in a matter of seconds. Claws and hands attack my clothes as she rips the fabric from my body with just as much earnest. Our mouths only part long enough to get the clothes off before gluing back to each other once more.

This room is dusty and dirty, not an ideal place to have sex. But I’d sell my soul to the devil if it meant I never had to stop.

I pick her up, her long smooth legs wrapping around my waist. My knees nearly collapse when I feel her wet heat settle against my cock. A groan follows when her hips roll once, twice— “River,” I grit out. “You’re killing me.”

She grins against my mouth and rolls her hips again, my eyes copying the motion of her hips. Before I embarrass myself and either fall and drop her, or come right here and now, I storm over to the bench we sat on just months ago. The same bench she relayed her life story to me while I stewed in fury, wanting to kill every bastard that laid hands on her. Graphic images filled my head of all the things I could do to them—fantasies that still simmer every time I’m reminded of the abuse River has endured in her life.

I spin and ease down onto the bench, more than wary of the protesting wood the last time we were here. Just like clockwork, the bench groans beneath my weight, but holds true for now.

My hand slides up the back of River’s head, plunging in her soft curls. Just as she dips her sweet little tongue in my mouth again, I curl my hand and firmly wrench her head back until her mouth is suspended a few inches away from mine. She mewls at the loss of my mouth, and I can’t help but smirk at the sound. I love how much she needs me.

“Mako,” she groans, her voice breathy and desperate. I take the time to slowly pursue her body. Fuck, bad idea. I’m too on edge and she’s too fucking perfect. Beautiful breasts, the perfect size for my hands, with little rose-pink nipples budded and waiting for my mouth. Deep curves with a flat stomach. A brow raises when I catch sight of the simple jewel plunged through her belly button. Something I’ll have to explore later.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I breathe, my eyes landing on her pussy spread across my cock. I have to squeeze my eyes shut to keep myself from shooting my load prematurely, my hand tightening in her hair involuntarily. She moans from the prick of pain, only making my willpower slip further away. Seeing her connected to me is incredibly erotic and something I intend to see every goddamn day for the rest of my life.

“Mako, please,” she begs.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! This woman will be the death of me.

“What do you need from me?” I choke out, wrenching my eyes back to her molten goldens orbs. They’re on fire, liquid gold simmering over a fire raging only for me. Her hands splay across my chest for a moment before dragging down slowly. Right before they reach my cock, I snap her wrists up and away.

Soon, I’ll let her do whatever she pleases to my body. But not tonight.

“Mako!” she protests, attempting to wrench her arms away.

“Tell me what you want with words, River,” I grit out.

“I… I need you.”

A firm shake of my head. “Not good enough, baby girl. What do you want me to do to you?” I ask as I transfer both wrists to one hand and use my other to lightly brush across her clit. Her eyes nearly roll and I’ve decided it’s my life’s mission to see that sight any chance I can get.

When she just breathes out a moan, I lean forward and trail my tongue across her pert nipple. Her back arches, her body begging for more. I evade her wishes, determined to hear what she wants.

Has she ever been asked? Has no one ever given her the option to choose? Of course not. Those assholes have only just taken from her, disregarding her wants and desires. Disregarding her secret fantasies. I want to see every one of them come to life. With just a simple demand from her lips, I’ll be a slave to every one of her desires.

“River,” I prompt, when she begins to grow impatient, going as far as leaning her body into mine in attempt to get me to suck on her nipple. “Use your words.”

She groans with frustration. “Suck me,” she says, almost shyly. Never in my life would I think River would ever be shy, but fuck if it doesn’t do something to me. Heeding her demand, my lips close around the bud, sucking sharply as I rove my tongue all over her sensitive nipple.

The loud moan that escapes her mouth sounds like sweet relief. I switch to the other breast, never one to neglect both.

“What else?” I murmur, peeking up at her. Her mouth is open in a perfect O, and a deep line crinkles between her brow as she stares down at me. I quirk a brow, waiting for her response.

“T-touch my clit. Rub it,” she says, her voice only a tad more confident than before. My thumb brush across her the little bud, engorged with desire. More moans follow suit, and the louder they grow, the firmer I press. I don’t stop either ministrations—my tongue against her nipple and my thumb on her clit—determined to bring her to orgasm this way if that’s how she wants it.

“More!” she demands.

“More what?”

“Fuck me with your fingers,” she growls, all shyness absent from her sharp demand.

There’s my girl.

She lifts up just enough for my hand to slide across her slit and find her opening. I groan with her with when I insert a finger into her tight center. She’s too goddamn perfect. Another finger joins the first, curving into a come hither motion. My thumb finds her clit again just as my finger locate the little spot inside her that instantly makes her legs quiver.

“Mako!” she gasps, her hips circling against my hand. Her orgasm rips through her entire body, suspending it completely still for a brief moment before she completely loses control. Her hips grind against my hand with fervor and both of her hands rip through my hair and tighten into a death grip, my mouth firmly attached to her breast. I don’t stop working her, and she doesn’t stop screaming.

She comes completely undone against me and it’s the sweetest sight I ever did see.