Page 235 of Second Sets Omnibus

I swallow hard, aching to sink my teeth into her. My brain screams at me to lift her dress and expose every inch I want to ravage with my tongue and dick. I’m practically drooling when I throw caution to the wind and get the first taste of my girl.

Leaning down, I run my tongue over her neck, nibbling her flesh between my teeth. Her soft moans fill the night air. Bravely, I run my hand over her breast, pulling the material down inch by inch until both pop from the confines of her tight dress. Fuck. They’re more fucking gorgeous than I remember. Bigger than I remember.

As my eyes eagerly take in her form, I marvel at the white scars stretching across her flesh, softly kissing every inch of them. These marks represent the human life she grew in her body. I’ll worship every inch of her stretch marks. I’ll show my devotion on my knees until she understands that I’m in love with whatever body she has.

“You’re more beautiful than you were the day I met you,” I whisper, running my tongue over her erect nipple and softly blowing on it, causing shivers to run through her body under my touch.

“When did you become such a sweet talker?” she murmurs, running her fingers roughly through my hair. I chuckle, sucking her nipple into my mouth again until she rolls her hips against mine. “Oh fuck, Knight,” she moans, holding my face against her tit.

“Never,” I quip, tugging on it with my teeth.

River’s breaths shudder in her chest, rapidly moving with her breasts until it pops out of my mouth, giving me a chance to take in her flushed expression. Lust drips from every ounce of her body, calling to me like a siren at sea. I ache to do so many bad things to her, but I intend to hold myself back.

For now, at least. Not until she’s ready for my cock. And me.

Once I thrust myself deep inside her and paint her with my cum, there’s no going back.

“Are you wet for me, Blue?” I murmur against her glistening nipple, running my tongue along the hardened flesh.

Pre-cum drips from my dick, soaking my boxers when I tweak her between my fingers, collecting my saliva on my fingertips. Repeatedly, I twist it between my fingers as she squirms beneath me, breathily panting.

“Maybe,” she moans when I tug it a little too hard, and her body fucking stiffens beneath me.

“Let’s see.” Her moans are music to my ears, filling me with every ounce of her pleasure.

My balls throb with need, begging for more friction. My damn brain begs to fuck her right here and now. How I ache to feel her wrapped around my cock. God, fucking damnit. Years of not being able to cum in the presence of a woman has royally fucked my brain into a scramble.

Stay focused, dickbag.

My fingers slowly drift up her bare leg from underneath her dress. Swirling around her bent knee and onto her silky thigh, basking in the feel of her under my fingertips, once again. Anticipation for what’s about to come holds my oxygen captive inside my chest. “Fuck. I can’t wait to worship every inch of your body. You’re a goddamn queen, River Blue. I’ll kneel for you every chance I get,” I murmur. Pulling her silky panties to the side, I work my fingers up and down her slit until I’m thrusting them home with a loud groan escaping my lips.

“Jesus,” she moans, throwing her head back into the blanket.

“No,” I rumble, slowly pumping my fingers into her wetness, basking in the sounds she makes as she arches her back into my touch. “Knight. Call me Knight, River Blue.”

“Knight,” she gasps again on the cusp of letting go.

My fingers pump harder until she clamps down on them and pulls them further into herself, spreading her cum all over my fingers. Her moans break through the night air, letting the world know…she’s mine. Fucking mine! Never again will I walk away from her. Or leave her side. Or do anything to jeopardize the best fucking thing I’ve ever had.

River West carved her name in my heart when I was seven, claiming ownership over my being. I just never realized it until now. I am hers. Forever and always. No matter what happened in the past. Or what our future holds, she’s mine. Until the day comes, and I take my last breath, and my heart stops pumping; she’s mine.

“Good girl,” I murmur, diving my tongue into her mouth, twisting with hers. She pants when I pull back, looking up at me with lust-filled eyes.

“And what about you?” she asks, cocking a brow.

I snort. “I’ll fuck my hand until I’m worthy of your pussy.” River flushes further, licking her lips. “Until then, we’ll meet your needs. Then, when you’re ready, I’ll get on my knees and wait for you.”

Always.

“You’ll wait for me?”

“We tore you apart when we left. It’s only been a few weeks. We can’t just jump in with both feet and expect not to fall. Starting over, remember?” She nods a few times, staring up at the stars above. Heaving a sigh, she runs her fingers through my hair as I fall to the side of her and fix her dress, so she’s no longer exposed to the elements.

“This was amazing,” she whispers. “Thank you for tonight. For the barbecue and the song. It reminded me of all the times we sat on the hill and just…were.”

“Those were the simpler days,” I mumble, resting my head on the blanket, continuing to stare at the rise and fall of her chest and the peace washing over her expression.

“We were just kids trying to make it through.”