Page 29 of Pretty Obsessed

“I promise you, I wasn’t judging you then or now. You don’t owe me an explanation.”

“I believe you, but there is more to my admission.” He took a slow breath. “I want to feel your skin against mine.”

I opened my mouth to speak but he put a finger to my lips silencing me.

“Let me get it out.”

I nodded.

“I want to feel all of your skin against mine. This is more than I expected and I will admit I’m being greedy.” He was laying himself out there, raw and exposed. The vulnerability laid bare in his words put me in awe. “I miss intimacy and for a long time I haven’t found someone I wanted to feel those things with, only seeking out the bare minimum when I was desperate.”

Another silence.

This time I didn’t push for more, already humbled by the gift of his honesty.

“Will you be naked with me? No sex expected. We can make out for the rest of the night.”

“Yes.” It was as simple and complicated as that. I knew I’d never be able to be naked with River for an extended period of time without sleeping with him. I didn’t have that kind of self-control. I’d like to believe no one did.

I reached between us with full intent on showing him how much I wanted his cock, but he caught my wrist.

“Come to bed with me?”

I backed off his lap and offered my hand.

He took it. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” I replied so simply.

“For what?” he asked.

“For your honesty. You didn’t have to say any of that but it’s better knowing.”

“It is better.” He slipped his hand into mine and led me to his bedroom.

I started to undress as he closed the door behind us. A purely symbolic gesture in the empty suite.

“Let me, please.”

My hands stilled and I stood there waiting. He came and bent to one knee, taking off one shoe and then the other. Socks came next, each item coming off with reverence deserving of a church. A sacrament of two souls touching for a few hours. Not a single movement was callous. Even the undoing of the button on my jeans felt monumental.

Being with him felt sacred.

He adored my body with kisses and when he stopped, he removed the rest of his clothes before joining our flesh. We stood reacquainting our skin, kissing, touching, exploring.

He pushed down my jeans, dropping to his knees as he did, lips trailing down my stomach. He pressed his face into my groin, wrapping his fingers around my base.

“You’re perfect.” His tongue played while he stroked.

“River…” I wanted to be in his mouth.

“Like that?” He looked up at me, lips slightly parted and full.

“Yes.” Breathless, so fucking breathless. Like I’d never catch it again.

“And this?” He sucked my tip.

I gulped, shaking. “You’re way too good at that.”

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