Page 28 of Pretty Obsessed

“Talking turns you on?”

“Sure… a good conversation can be a turn on, so can dirty talk.” I flashed a grin at him.

He tilted his face up. “The writer would like well-spoken words whispered into his ear, wouldn’t he?”

“Who doesn’t want to be the object of someone’s desire which turns into poetry on the lips, and gasped into an ear?” Too much or not. I didn’t care.

I wanted River to fuck me.

He slid closer, chest pressed into my shoulder, leaning in. “Gasped, you say? Like when I push inside you for the first time and only my breath can speak to how good you feel?”

“Jesus.”

“The writer left speechless?” He wore his amusement written in the lines on his face.

“Yes.” I grasped his cheeks with both hands and kissed him. It was more forward than I’d ever been in my entire life, but he welcomed the advance, wrapping both arms around my waist and giving into the kiss.

My move didn’t last long before he was taking control. He pulled me into his lap. I straddled his thighs, still exhilarated from taking the little bit of control. I tended to be the passive partner in relationships and it was exciting to take charge. It was a give and take with River.

He slid his hands under my shirt, fingers splaying across my skin, exploring my torso. He stopped at my rib cage holding me there, thumbs brushing nipples.

I gasped into his mouth. “Shit.”

“I’ll take it nipples are a hot spot.”

“Yes, one of my major buttons.” I was probably imagining it but my voice felt an octave higher than normal.

“I want to know all your buttons.” He licked his lips and ducked his head under the fabric to lick one. I whimpered and instantly clapped a hand over my mouth. I’d dated my ex-hole for a year and he’d never elicited those sounds from me.

“You’re flush all the way down here, too.” He chuckled over my skin, pure joy as he kissed and sucked his way to my other nipple. “Can I take this off?”

“Mmmhmm.” The sound was the only thing I was capable of while my brain was busy short circuiting.

He pushed the fabric over my head and I lifted my arms. He cast it aside and grabbed me again, pressing our bodies together. My eyes rolled back in my head which seemed to please him.

“You’re so easy.”

“No, you have an extremely talented tongue.”

“So I’ve been told.” His voice was laced with lust as his mouth traversed higher to suck on my neck. He nestled into a spot just above the curve and sucked.

I needed to touch more of him. My cock throbbed in my jeans, and if I didn’t get another part of him under my hands I was going to be stroking myself. I had to slow down. I didn’t want to jump ahead and miss anything. Not when I only had one night with River.

I tugged at his sweater and he broke away from my neck to lift his arms, signaling to me to pull it off. I did.

He didn’t move to return to our previous position. Instead he skimmed fingers over me before pulling me back towards him, chest to chest, mouths coming together. Slow sensual kisses. He fucked his tongue in and out of my lips like an expert, drawing more moans and sounds from me I didn’t know I could make.

“This is going to sound radical, but hear me out.”

“Alright,” I said and waited.

His fingers explored over my body, touching all the exposed parts while he stayed quiet. I didn’t push for his words. River didn’t seem like the type that could be pushed into anything. He had to get there himself and I was happy to wait.

“I know I wasn’t entirely forthcoming last night in the club. I only gave you hints of reasons. But I go there and seek out such encounters because I miss intimacy.” He paused, reaching my face.

I hoped he found it unwavering. I was curious what was coming but I wasn’t scared off by anything he said. “Okay,” I said, hoping it would give him the nudge to push forward with what was on his mind.

“I missed this.” He pressed a kiss to my sternum. “I don’t allow myself to have these things. I push and hold off and only give in when the need to be touched becomes unbearable, which you witnessed.” His brow creased. This was hard for him. I could feel it in his movements. His energy was shifting, and I didn’t want it to change between us.

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