Page 13 of Bruise Me Tenderly
His answering smile is tentative and shy, but he lies back on the bed.
I don’t waste any time wetting my fingers down with the oil and sliding my index into him.
He gasps, and his eyes flutter closed. I can’t take my gaze off his face. Every time I move my fingers, he responds as if he can’t help himself. His cheeks turn pink, and his teeth sink into his lower lip.
When I crook my fingers inside him, his eyes fly open.
“Don’t do that,” he rasps. “I want you to be inside me when I come.”
Reluctantly, I pull my fingers from him. I could’ve done that with him all day long if he’d let me. But I’m helpless to deny him anything.
I lean forward and press my mouth to his. Then without breaking our kiss, I line my cock up with River’s entrance and press carefully. He groans loudly into my mouth, and his walls tighten instantly at the intrusion.
I ease a little more in, but his body still resists me even after I stretched him. It takes everything in me to just hold still and try to let him get accustomed to it. Because there’s no way in hell I’m shoving my way in and hurting him.
River pulls his mouth from mine, panting. “Sorry,” he murmurs. “It’s been…a while.”
“Take your time,” I whisper. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He nods, his teeth sinking into his lower lip.
My body thrums with the need to plow into him, to take this part of himself he’s offering to me, but I stay still. I search his face, watch the pain mixing with pleasure in his eyes. He looks so goddamn beautiful that it nearly takes my breath away.
“Okay,” he breathes. “I’m okay. I want more.”
His words are like a soothing balm to my tense muscles, and I inch further into him. His walls flutter around me, clenching tightly. He grips my shoulders, his short nails digging into my skin.
“More,” he whispers. “Give me all of you, Judson.”
I take one of his hands in my own, locking our fingers together and pinning it up near his head. Then I slide all the way into him, groaning at the rightness of it. The rightness of being joined with River once again.
It feels like coming home.
River’s fingers flex around mine, and his lips part but no sound comes out. I lean down and press my forehead to his as I start up a slow pace with shallow thrusts. He’s so warm, so tight and inviting.
“I’ve waited so long for you,” he whispers, closing his eyes as I thrust into him again. “It’s always been you.”
His words are so honest and raw that it tears a hole in my chest. How could I have ever left him?
“I’m sorry,” I murmur, kissing the side of his neck. “I’m so sorry I left.”
His eyes open when I pull away from him. “It’s okay,” he says quietly. “I don’t hate you.”
Something in my chest loosens, and I feel like I can breathe again for the first time in six years. I don’t deserve for him to care about me, but he does. And I can’t possibly put it into words how I feel.
Instead, I tilt my hips upward a little further, driving myself deeper into him.
.His eyes flutter closed. “God, that feels so good.”
I slide out and push back into him again and again, quickening my pace when the fingers of his free hand dig into the bedsheet. He lifts his hips, meeting my thrusts with a desperate fervor.
I move my free hand down his stomach and wrap it around his cock. It’s hard and leaking at the tip, begging to be touched. He whimpers when I swipe my thumb on the tip. When I pump it once, his hips lift off the bed, seeking more.
“Feeling a little greedy?” I tease, tightening my grip. “I’d love to make this tight enough so you know how I feel when I’m inside you, but I don’t think it’s possible. You feel so fucking incredible.”
His breath comes in quick, sharp gasps as his fingers dig deeper into the blankets. “I-I—” He doesn’t get the rest of his sentence out before he’s coming, his back arching as his spend covers my hand.
His walls contract around my cock over and over, and my own hips stutter as I spill deep inside him. His cock jerks once more in my hand, and then he’s still, lying there spread out before me, panting as he comes back down.