Page 42 of Dirty Secret Love

His grin widens, dimples deepening. “Just that perhaps we could delve into your vivid imagination.” He taps his temple with a knowing look. “You know, for . . . book research.”

My heart thumps in my chest, both from embarrassment and the fluttering sensation his teasing causes. “Book research?” My voice rises, incredulous. “I’m perfectly capable of creating romantic scenarios without real-life demonstrations, thank you very much.”

He steps closer, his eyes locked on mine, a playful glint evident. “Oh, but I think you might find a little . . . hands-on experience enlightening,” he murmurs with a wink.

Before I can retort, his lips capture mine in a kiss that’s suggestive and tantalizing. It’s heated, passionate, and the perfect blend of what could become a perfect . . . well, day. For some reason, we can’t get enough of each other. He might call this research, but I don’t think I would ever be able to put on paper what happens between us.

The electricity, the heat . . . the intensity of his kisses that makes me want to never let him go. That is something that anyone would love to read, but I don’t think I’m capable of writing it without wanting it again. Regina is worried about my heart, but it’s my body that’s going to suffer when this man leaves. No one has ever fucked me like him. I’m breathless and needy for his hands and his delicious cock.

We, of course, don’t make it to the room. Right in between the living room and the hallway, we’re undressing each other desperately. He doesn’t wait long. In seconds, he’s grabbing my ass and lifting me up and setting me on the countertop of my kitchen. River spreads my legs and I grip the edge. He guides my legs over his shoulder with both hands and puts his face right in the center. His breath caresses my pussy.

First, he places kisses along my thighs, and I jolt.

His blue eyes stare at me seriously. “Stay still,” he orders.

“I’ll give you a blow job, and we’ll see if you can stay in place,” I challenge him.

He repeats the same movement on my other leg and stops right on my mound, where he uses his fingers to open my pussy lips.

“Have I mentioned I love your cunt, darling?”

The abrasiveness of his words makes me gasp. I want to tell him to control his language because I never use that word, but instead, I moan because he laps me with his tongue.

His playful teasing had me almost breathless. But that was just the beginning. His tongue traces every contour, exploring from one end to the other. Tension coils within my legs, my shoulders tense up. The pleasure is exquisite.

River uses his talented tongue to unravel me. My hand instinctively finds its way to his dark, silky hair. Pulling him closer? I’m lost in the overwhelming sensations. From the gentle pressure of his thumb against a forbidden zone to the delightful strokes of his tongue, he’s making me lose control.

“Whenever you’re ready, I’m going to take you there. Fuck your ass thoroughly, mark you as mine,” he says before his mouth continues to eat me.

My body feels like it’s on a roller coaster, soaring higher and higher.

“God,” I manage to breathe out. “River.”

He pauses for a split second, an eyebrow raised. “Mm-hmm?”

That smug smirk tells me he knows what he’s doing. I don’t know much about his other life, but I can tell that he loves sex just as much as I do.

His mouth is right on my pussy, sucking, nibbling while sliding two fingers into me. The man knows how to use those fingers, tongue, and cock extremely well. And as he does expertly, my body tenses, the world blurs, and a rush of sensation floods me. Stars burst behind my closed eyelids. The soft vibrations from his throat send tremors coursing through me, extending my pleasure.

The world feels like it has tilted as the waves of my release begin to recede, I still can’t think straight. The intensity of the experience leaves me, as usual, in a blissful haze.

When he stands up, I stare at his amazing, muscled body. His thick, long cock stares at me, waiting. I lick my lips as I motion him over. “Come here.”

He denies me with a playful shake of his head, pulling me up. “I don’t think so. I’m here to serve you, to make you come for me.”

He guides me toward the couch, sits down, and gently pulls me onto his lap. “You’re going to ride me, darling. Show me the cowgirl in you.”

With a slow, deliberate movement, I take him in. The sensation overwhelms, stretching, filling. He feels incredible. His fingers grip my hips, the pressure just shy of painful.

Without a word, I lean down, capturing his lips in a hot, searing kiss. I increase my pace, moving in sync with the silent commands his hands are giving. The intense feeling builds, the friction igniting sparks within me. His fingers dig into my back, eliciting a raw, primal sound from deep within him.

With every thrust, every shared breath, he intertwines deeper into my life in ways I never imagined would be possible.

“Fuck.” A low curse escapes his lips as his hand slides between us, his fingers expertly working over my clit, their pace frantic. Urged on by his touch, I match his rhythm, riding him with the same intensity.

For the second time, the familiar tightening sensation builds within me, every cell of my body focused on reaching the highest heights. Breathless moans escape my lips as I cling to him, losing myself in the moment—in him. His grip on my hips is almost possessive, guiding me, pushing us both closer to the edge. Our breaths come fast and ragged, and together, we rush into a blissful state of happiness.

He pulls me close, his touch gentle now, making me feel cherished and secure. This man is changing how I see not only sex, but myself. It’s as if he’s rewriting my narrative on so many things, making it difficult to imagine a future without his presence.

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