Page 18 of My Weakness

River

She’s here, in my apartment, in my space. I’m practically vibrating with the anticipation of finally having her. I don’t think she realizes what she’s done by walking in here; she’s given herself to me.

She’s mine.

Ava’s mine.

I don’t waste a second in showing her exactly how much I’ve wanted her over the years, how much making up to her I have to do. The minute she’s through the door I slam it shut and pullher into my arms, crushing my lips to hers. I walk us backwards, leading her towards my bedroom, to where I’m going to devour every part of her body.

Fuck the consequences, fuck what this could do to our family, to my mother’s relationship with her father. I don’t care anymore. I’m done resisting her, I’m done making her hate me, and I’m done with hurting her. I can’t be the one who puts that look on her face anymore, it’s gutted me every time for the past five years.

No more.

“Fuck, pipsqueak, tell me I’m not dreaming. Tell me this is real, that you’re real,” I groan into her mouth as I practically consume her.

“You’re not dreaming, River, but I think I might be. This can’t be real; this can’t be happening.”

“Oh, it’s happening, baby. Trust me when I say this is happening. Again, and again, and again.”

She moans into my mouth as my tongue rubs against hers. As I pick her up and wrap her legs around my waist, I realize kissing her rivals even the most intense sexual experiences that have come before her.

I realize I was right: this woman was always destined for me.

***

She lies underneath me on the bed still fully clothed, but I can’t stop kissing her, I can’t break away from her long enough to undress her.

“River,” she moans against my lips as my cock rubs between her thighs where it’s currently nestled.

I pull back enough to look at her, and see her pupils dilate and skin flush as — even through clothing — I get her close toorgasm. I make sure my cock presses down on her clit and circle my hips firmly until I feel her shake beneath me. Her hands claw at my back and her pleasurable gasps cause me to clench my jaw to avoid shooting early.

“Come on, baby. Give me one, come for me.”

She cries out her release as I dry hump her to orgasm and it’s my breaking point.

I rise up and push my shorts down, my cock springing up the minute it’s released, hard, swollen, and angry looking. I reach for her skirt and tackle the zipper, but I’m fumbling it in my rush to get her naked.

“Let me.” She pushes my hands away and begins to remove her clothing.

Each item she discards reveals another piece of her to my gaze.

Stunning.

Every part of her body is a piece of fucking art. I run a finger down her bare pussy, over her swollen clit and down to her soaking slit.

“Fuck, pipsqueak, is all this for me?” I gather some of her wetness on my finger and lift it so she can see as I bring it to my lips. Her eyes widen as I suck her juices from my skin and my eyes close as her flavor hits my tongue; tangy, earthy and sweet all rolled into one. “Fucking delicious. I need more.” I lower between her legs and lick a path from her slick heat up to her clit.

Christ, one hit of her and I’m already addicted.

I slip a finger inside her and my eyes roll at how tight and hot she is. I need to get her ready for my cock. I suck her clit into my mouth as I push a second finger inside her.

“River,” she whimpers as I scissor my fingers, stretching her for what will come.

I feel her walls ripple around my digits and know she’s close again, but I don’t want her coming until my cock is inside her this time.

“I’ve got to stretch you out, baby. I’ve seen that ridiculous excuse of a toy you use. Do you think you can take one more for me?” I bring a third finger to her cunt and tease her with it, just slipping the tip of my finger inside her.

“Yes, River, please,” she whines, and I give her what she needs, thrusting all three of my fingers into her slick pussy.