Eastwood Academy

Chapter 44: Touch Me

"River, please," I moan as he runs a finger over the waistband of my underwear. I'm still riding a high from touching him. I felt nervous at first, but I relaxed after he showed me what to do. Watching him come apart was so sexy I thought I was going to combust, and now he's decided to torture me by taking things slow.

"Please, what?" He asks, his voice a low, sexy rasp.

"Touch me," I beg. I'm so turned on I can't think of anything but the feeling of his bare skin against mine and the ache between my legs because I need him closer.

When he hooks my legs over his shoulders, I gasp in surprise. For a moment, I remember what that girl said about sitting on River's face, and I think he's going to lean forward and go down on me. But all he does is remove my panties, kiss the inside of each of my knees, and take us back to the position we were in earlier, with me sitting on top of him, legs spread by his thighs.

I feel an odd stab of disappointment but don't dwell on it long. I'm aching with the need for release. Because my legs are spread wide, the sensation is more intense than anything I've ever felt. It's so intense that I'm not even thinking about the fact that I'm fully naked with a guy for the first time because all I can think about is how badly I want him. And how right this feels.

Finally, River's hand travels down exactly where I want. His long index finger slips dips between my legs and starts to tease me. It feels so good that my head falls back, and I moan loudly, thankful for the noise outside from the party. I could never be this loud in the dorms.

When he adds a second finger, my head falls forward onto his shoulder, and I screw my eyes shut as pleasure shoots through me. I rock my hips against his hand, desperate for release.

He brings his mouth back to mine, bruising my lips with a savage kiss that I return in full force. We continue on like that for several minutes as his fingers and tongue tease and torture me. I feel my body clench and tighten around his fingers.

"Are you close? he asks, pulling back to look at me. I nod, utterly incapable of forming coherent words.

He leans forward and runs his tongue over my breasts, over my nipples, sucking each one of them and letting his hot breath warm sensitive skin.

"You're mine, Brooklyn. Only mine," he murmurs against my skin, his hands continuing to drive me crazy. I come loudly, my head thrown back in ecstasy, with his mouth on my breast and his hands between my legs. I shudder against him, panting and gulping down a lungful of the night air.

Kissing me gently, River slides me off him and lowers me onto my side so he can pull me against him.

I curl up next to him, panting, elated, and somehow still wanting more? My mind is back to the moment when he put my legs over his shoulder, and I thought he was going to go down on me. When I picture it, even though I've just come, the ache between my legs comes back in full force. I shift restlessly next to him.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asks after a few more minutes of silence. Gently, he brushes my hair back from my face. Laughing at myself, I roll onto my back and throw an arm over my face. I'm blushing again.

A moment later River is pulling my arm off my face and leaning over me, looking concerned.

"I'm okay," I reassure him, smiling. "Better than okay, actually. The best I've been in a long time."

"Why do you look embarrassed?" He asks, curiosity coloring his voice.

"Do we have to go back to the party?" I ask.

"No, we can stay here as long as you want," River says, still looking confused.

"As long as I want?" I echo, throwing a leg over his waist and moving closer to him so my breasts rub up against his chest, and my hair falls around us in a glossy dark curtain. Catching up on my mood, he runs his hands down my ribcage and waist, making me shiver. He chuckles softly in response.