Page 61 of Embers in the Outfield

He’s got his nose nuzzled in the crook of my neck, dropping feather-light kisses along my skin.

“You’re so impatient, Skipper.” His breath tickles me, and the goosebumps are near impossible to avoid.

“Yeah, but I’ve also been deprived for a week. I have needs, Riv.” I say with a whine. I mean, he’s just scratching the surface at this point.

He nips at my skin, making me crave that rougher side of him a little more.

“You want me to take control, is that it, baby?” he asks, and I can’t help the heat that stirs deep down in my belly.

“Do you need me to spell it out for you?” I decide to throw back.

He chuckles, fucking chuckles like this is all too much fun. “Yeah, why don’t you do that?”

“Fuck me now, River, or let me out so I can go get the job done myself.” I let some of that sass I usually held for him in our past come back to the surface. I see his eyes darken in need, and I know I’ve hit the jackpot.

He pulls my hands into his own and pushes my wrists above my head, keeping me pinned on the couch.

“Oh, so you think that purple dildo can do the trick better than me?” he says, playfulness etching his words.

“Well, if the shoe fits,” I taunt, hoping to get a rise out of him.

My plan works as he keeps my hands pinned above my head, then pulls the tie to my robe undone, pushing it open and leaving me completely exposed under him. The moment he sees me completely bare to him, he lets out a moan.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you, Skip. I’m an idiot for wasting any time sitting at home being a jackass.” He moves his head down and captures my nipple. I can’t stop my body’s reaction of arching my back and pushing my breasts further into his face.

“Well, at least you came to your senses,” I say with a moan.

He nips and sucks, letting that current rush down my body. I moan and writhe as he moves his tongue across my lips to only capture the other nipple in his mouth.

He pulls his head to look up at me. “Keep those hands up there, or I’ll tie you up. Got it?” I take his command, nodding while I keep my eyes on him as his head begins its descent.

I feel each movement of his tongue like a match trying to light a flame. My body needs a release, and he is moving at asnail’s pace. From the small smile I see across his face, I know he’s doing it on purpose.

He peels my panties off my body, and all I want is for that tongue of his to reach that juncture between my legs. It’s taking all my strength not to bring my hands down and pull his face toward me.

“A bit impatient, Kennedy. Look how wet you are for me, though, baby.” His sneaky smile grows as I whine in frustration.

“River, please.” I pant.

“Please, what, sweetness?” he throws back, and I know he’s just trying to get me more riled up.

“Touch me,” I say, hoping he’ll stop this little game.

He brings his lips to the inner portion of my thigh. “But I am touching you, baby.” He then proceeds to bite me on my sensitive skin, so close yet so far from that one place I need him to be.

I don’t even have it in me anymore to say anything else, so I growl, literally growl my frustrations, and he finally relents and gives me what I want.

The moment his tongue swipes my sensitive core, I swear my hips lift off the couch. Fuck, I’ve missed him.

“You know how perfect you are, Kennedy? The best part? This pussy is mine and only mine.” His possessive words regarding my body light me on fire even more. I am his, just as much as he is mine.

I can’t form words and just relish his touch as he strokes me with his tongue, then adds a finger so I can feel just a fraction of relief. I’m climbing further up that mountain, ready to fall off. The moment I’m about to take that leap, he pulls away, and the strangled sound that escapes me is of utter frustration and anger.

“Nooo, no, no, no, River. I’m almost there,” I beg yet again.

“There’s no way you’re coming without me inside you. I want to feel you strangle my cock while I fall off that ledge with you,” he says as he quickly makes a move to remove his pants.

We’re so desperate for one another, he doesn’t even pull his shirt off all the way before he’s sheathing himself and thrusting into me. The moment we are connected in that way, I feel myself chasing that euphoria with him.

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