Page 114 of Rules Of Our Own
Liquid pools between my thighs at his praise.
“You’re being so fucking good. My perfect girl.” He hooks a glossy black carabiner on the ropes banding my chest and threads a thicker strand through it before attaching it to the ceiling. He gives it a light tug, and the pulley system lifts me onto my toes before he lets me down.
Anticipation flashes through me, but he doesn’t lift me back up, instead turning toward the teacher and gesturing her over. “Ready.”
Violet takes her time, checking each knot, running her fingers underneath to check the tightness before stepping back and smiling. “Perfect.”
River cups my cheek. “Yes, she is.”
“Alright, don’t forget to lock up on your way out,” Violet says, then slides out the door, leaving us alone.
“Where’s she going?” I ask, still looking at where the door shut moments ago.
He’s closer now, breath hot on my lips. “I rented the space for the night.”
Heat and shock course through me. “Holy crap. How much was that?”
A sly grin pulls at the corner of his mouth. “Enough.”
He pulls effortlessly on the rope attached to the ceiling and raises my body so that only my toes barely touch the ground. The sudden sensation of being weightless makes me tingle with exhilaration.
I expected it to feel uncomfortable, but the intricate pattern he’s created disburses my weight, eliminating any pressure points, allowing me to rest against his holds.
River’s serious as he double-checks his work, then looks at me.
There’s a fire burning from below my navel, traveling through my limbs and pulsing in my core. I need him to touch me, and I need it right now. “Green. So freaking green.”
His mouth meets mine in a leisurely kiss like he has all the time in the world and I’m not hanging, soaking through my panties. He’s not going to be hurried. He’s in complete control.
“Please, River,” I beg, and his eyes flash.
“I love it when you beg. Say it again.”
“Please,” I keen, and he groans in response.
“That’s my girl.” He drops to his knees and drags his callused hands up the outside of my thighs, pushing my dress up with them. He buries his nose against my clit and takes a deep breath through the thin fabric before humming in his throat.
His intense gaze meets mine as he tucks the hem of my dress under the bottom rope, leaving me bare from the waist down, in nothing but my black lace panties.
“Fuck, Love,” he growls, and a shiver rolls through me as he starts to come apart. He snaps my underwear at the seams, ignoring my sound of protest, then flattens his tongue over my clit, circling the sensitive spot before speaking against me. “You taste so fucking good.”
I moan as he slides his hands up my thighs and gently lifts my right leg, draping it over his shoulder. His tongue darts in and out of my depths with slow thrusts, exploring every inch before settling on my clit and teasing it with circles and flicks. With each touch of his tongue, I shudder until I’m nothing but a bundle of nerves begging for more. “I’m close. So close.”
River sinks a finger into me, and I immediately clench around him, but it’s not enough. “More…River…please.”
He slides out, adding a second finger, then scissors them, hitting the sensitive spot on my front wall. I hiss through my teeth, my orgasm building with each thrust. Incoherent sounds escape my mouth, a mix of pleading and desperation.
He bites my clit, and sparks skate under my skin, lighting me up. The mix of pain and pleasure sends me hurtling over the edge of my release.
I sag in the ropes, head falling forward, unable to hold myself steady.
River stands, immediately lowering me to my feet, and unwraps me in controlled, practiced motions. When the last rope is released, he rubs his hands up and down my arms, helping return the circulation. “You did so well, Love.”
I sway, and he holds me steady with one hand around my back. He drops his forehead on mine. His chest heaves, and his uneven breaths brush against my mouth. “How are you?”
I give him a loopy smile. “Wonderful.”
He pulls back, matching my smile. “Thank you.”