Chapter 14 Nightmare and pleasure
Dust
I am awakened by River whimpering, and it is clear he has a nightmare, so I shake his shoulder slightly. “River? River, wake up.”
His body gives a jerk and he sits up, “what? Where?”
“It was just a dream, I tell him as he fall back against the pillow. I lean over him, checking that there is no bleeding through of the bandage. “Are you okay?”
He pulls me into him, holding me as if I’m his lifeline. I stroke his hair and back gently, trying to offer him some comfort. “Being here with you helps,” he murmurs, his voice muffled against my skin.
We stay like this for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, finding solace in our shared silence. Then he looks at me. “Give me a smile; I need some of that magic to cheer me up and make me forget the nightmare,”
I give him a smile. And I notice a hunger lightning in his eyes, then his hands are cradling my face, kissing me deeply, and I let him, feeling he needs this.
“Sorry,” he says, breaking the kiss and pulling back slightly. “I… I didn’t mean to be so… forceful.”
I open my mouth and run my tongue delicately over my bottom lip. “I like to kiss you.”
I can feel his deep, shuddering breath.
“And I would rather like to kiss you again,” I say, wondering in some part of my mind if I am fully aware of what I am getting into.
With a low growl he kisses me again, and his kiss is pure River: rough and demanding, but with a trace of softness. I feel as if I’m melting again, melting into him.
Without even realizing I am on my back, River’s large body over mine, making me feel under his spell. My body feels aflame, submitting to his experienced kisses and caresses.
“Bloody hell,” River says, lifting his mouth and Looking at me again. “tell me to stop and I will.”
I pull my hands free and wrap my arms around his neck. “No. I want this… with you…. But your arm…”
“My arm will be okay, it is almost healed, but we shouldn… I shouldn’t,” He mumbles. “It is not that I do not think you can decide for yourself, it is just that..”
I stifle a groan, knowing he is worried about me being a virgin, and cut him off. “Shut up, River.”
Our eyes meet for a single, electric moment. Then his eyes darken, and his mouth takes mine again.
I forget everything else and just concentrate on the way he tastes: hot and male. The feeling of his hard body lying on top of me. The way he is devouring me, the way I am kissing him back.
Kissing him makes my body melt under his, and my hands move down his back, tracing his muscles through the t-shirt, the way his back curves to his waist, stopping short at his PJ pants.
He is nudging his leg forward, between my legs, and my night dress… What happened to my night dress? It must have...
River breaks free of my mouth and trails his lips in a burning caress across the line of my jaw.
I look blindly at the ceiling, my senses flooded by the touch and smell of him. He is swiftly sending my bra the same way as my dress, which means that I can feel more of him, his hands against my hot skin.
His head dips lower, and a groan tears from his chest. “Damn, Baby, you have the sweetest breasts I’ve ever…”
I don’t hear what he says because he has my breast in his hand, and his mouth on my nipple. It feels lovely, intoxicating and… he suckles. I gasp. Or perhaps scream. Or that’s too hoarse for a scream. I shouldn’t be making noises like that, I should…
“Shh,” he says, raising his head, rearing over me and looking down into my eyes.
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
He tilts his head slightly, “We risk people come running, thinking I am hurting you.”
“No.” I draw his t-shirt over his head, just as I’ve imagined, the broad muscles, and the flat pink nipples. “You’re beautiful.”
“Not really the word I would use,” he chuckles. My fingers brush over one of his nipples, and a ragged sound comes from his throat. I do it again, more firmly.
His neck drops back, which gives me room to slide down and put my mouth where my fingers have been.
I can feel him shaking, so I try this and that… licking, even a little bite. Anything that gets him to throb against me. Half my mind is on him, and half is on the way I feel every time he bucks against me.
“Enough,” he says, rolling off me onto his back and bringing me with him.
He thrusts a thigh between my legs. Every sensation in my body focuses on the sweet spot between my legs. “Oh,” I moan. “Please...”
Dimly, I hear him chuckle, but his lips are on my nipple again, feasting, licking, tasting. He moves to the other nipple, suckling there until I’m pulsing against his leg, crying out.
I brace myself against his shoulders, eyes closed. I never imagined anything like this.
“Want to come, baby?” he says, his voice raspy and low.
His thumb rubs across my nipple again, and I moan.
“I think I could make you come just from this,” he says in an awed tone. “Your nipples are so sensitive.”
A hand slides down my stomach to between my legs. He nudges me backward and making my panties disappear like magic. “Though I think I could make you a good deal more comfortable.”
My mouth falls open, but nothing comes out. I quiver all over. “More comfortable on your back,” he says, flipping me over as easily as if I were weightless. “More comfortable, if I kiss you here…” He puts his mouth to my breast “…while I touch you here.” His fingers dip back between my legs, coaxing, caressing.
I hardly notice when his mouth leaves my breast and trails down my stomach. What he’s doing with his hand is making me twist, my hips bucking against his fingers, hoarse moans flying from my lips.
But then he pushes my legs wider.
I raise my head, dazed, to see his dark head between my legs. “What are you doing?” I cry out, trying to push myself away. This is not something good girls do. “That’s… what… stop it!”
Too late. His lips turn to the sweet curve of my inner thigh. A tongue trails delicately, closer and closer.
“You smell so good,” he says dreamily. “Sweet and female… I bet you taste even better.”
I gasp, as he tastes me.
“You taste like the sweetest honey.” He turns back to what he’s doing. He shoves my knees up, and his tongue claims me, takes me, throws me into the fire. My head turns from side to side, and I strain against him, crying out, over and over, with each soft stroke.
A finger thrusts inside me, and I break, screaming so loud that I hear only the sound of my own pleasure, not caring if the whole pack hears me.
Then the world returns again, but also the whisper of River’s voice as he kisses me, very gently on my inner thigh. “Oh so delicious,” he says, crooning. “You definitely helped me forget the stupid dream.”
“I… that was very naughty!” I manage to pry my head off the pillow so I can look down at him.
He looks up at me, the devil in his eyes. “I can be…” he drops another kiss, and I quiver again, “… so much naughtier,” another kiss, “… but I think we will save that for later.”