Hi, all! Thank you so much for the kind words last chapter, they're so very appreciated. I'm sorry it's taken this long to get this finished up and posted, hopefully it's okay. I'm not used to writing these kinds of scenes and I'm not sure what will/won't be okay to post, so hopefully this is all okay. Enjoy!
They crashed into the doorway on their way to the bedroom. Lips still connected, they both let out muffled grunts on impact, though neither made to pull apart to investigate.
He could feel River through both their pants. He could feel the heat of her core pressed so deliciously against him as he ached. Yet another thing that he hadn't felt before, it was driving him absolutely wild.
He knew from experience that his refractory period from nutting to getting hard again was a a little over a half hour, so he wasn't too worried about busting too soon. Sure, he figured he'd be embarrassed, but everything that they were doing felt good enough that he didn't find even a second to care about it. River sure didn't seem to mind, grinding herself against him with her legs locked at the ankles behind his back, whimpering into his mouth.
When they finally stumbled over to the bed, neither was willing to release the other. The fall from standing to them being on top of River again was quick, not that either of them seemed to notice.
Luckily, Greyson managed to catch them both somewhat, not that either of them would have been put off even if they'd crashed into the bed.
"Silk sheets?" River eventually rasped up at him, clearly having felt the material of the duvet cover against her bare back.
Nodding, Greyson smiled. "You like?" He shot back, nuzzling himself into the crook of her neck for long enough to start planting kisses against her shoulder and the side of her throat, testing the spots that made her breath halt.
She hummed contently against him. "Good luck staying upright." She muttered lightly, confusing him for a second. Then, in a burst of pure evil, she bucked her hips hard against him.
Immediately, his knees flew out from beneath him, almost sending him literally sliding off of the edge of the bed, held up only by the hold that River's legs had around his hips. "Shit!" He yelped, grabbing at the sheets beneath their bodies' only to make them both slide further, all the while with River laughing heartily in his ear. "Asshole." He grumbled, though he had to admit it was funny. "I put these on just for you." He admitted as laughter bubbled in his chest.
Still chuckling lightly, she took his face in her hands, looking up into his eyes. "It was a lovely thought." She assured him, pulling him down to her for a soft kiss before she pulled apart again. "Let's just grab a blanket or something, okay? Last thing you want is to slide off the bed." Though her tone was teasing, he was more than happy to laugh with her. She was absolutely laughing with him as opposed to at him.
Quickly, ignoring the way his dick bobbed in his pants, he shimmied off the bed and grabbed a blanket from one of the dressers. River was up and off of the bed just as quickly, catching the far corners of the blanket as he wafted it up high to settle across the slippery surface.
He made to climb back on but stopped dead with one knee on the foot of the bed when he saw River bending down to kick off not only her leggings but also her panties.
The whole lot came off in one fell swoop, leaving him without breath yet again.
Entirely naked, she walked over to where he was awkwardly hunched, half on the bed and half off it. "Can I take those off you?" She asked lowly as she laid her hands on his torso, trailing them down to the hem of his pants as she spoke. Her eyes never once left his own.
Unable to find words, he nodded dumbly a couple of times and watched her through awe-filled eyes as she undid his belt and slid it easily out of the loops around his hips. A moment later, eyes still watching him for any signs of discomfort, she popped the button directly over him, finally dropping her hands heavily to the zipper. Once that was drawn down, all that would be left to do was pull the offending articles of clothing down and reveal him.
He held his breath in his chest as his pants fell to the floor, an unceremonious pool of fabric around his ankles.
River's thumbs hooked into the waistband of his boxers as a small smirk flashed across her features. Possibly, he figured, she was amused by him standing there like a moron. Honestly, there was still part of him that didn't believe this whole thing was happening. Part of him still couldn't even believe that he and River had kissed, let alone that they were standing in his room with only a pair of boxer shorts between them.
Gently, so very gently, she began to pull. He finally began to breathe again, maintaining eye contact as he panted heavily down at her, grinning like a fool the entire time. There was a light gasp from him as the material of his boxers tugged against him for a second before releasing him, possibly a sound of realisation that he was officially out in the open. Naked before a woman for the first time.
In spite of his newly freed flesh, she didn't glance down. She seemed intent on making sure he was okay, keeping an eye on him, watching for his reactions.
The corners of her lips stayed turned up as she stepped away from him quickly. With the slippery sheets now covered with the soft blanket, she simply let herself fall backward onto the still plush surface of the bed. The covers puffed up around her as she sank deeper into them, drawing him in with a gaze that he hadn't ever expected to get from her before now. She looked hungry.
With a single curling finger, she beckoned him closer. Who the hell was he to disappoint?
He clambered over her quickly, finding himself awkwardly situated with his right forearm beside her head to hold himself up, his right knee on the bed, his left hand the other side of her head and his left leg stretched oddly to hook his ankle over his other leg. For some stupid reason, he felt too nervous to let his junk touch her, leaving him... like that.
In her eyes, laughter swirled, but she held it together. He was thankful of that. He was more thankful though when she simply reached across and held his waist, pulling him gently. She shuffled deeper onto the bed as she went, moving until they were both comfortably in the middle with no hanging limbs. From there, she pulled him to her. He landed with both forearms framing her head, breathing deeply as she moved his legs, manoeuvring her own around him until he was situated between her thighs.
Cradled between the toned, smooth expanses of skin, he couldn't help but wonder.
Was this it?
Was it happening?
"Give me one of your hands." River told him, answering his question.
Immediately, he felt a little stupid. Of course he knew that they had do something before the main event, he'd just been so caught up in the moment. "This stops it from hurting you, right?" He asked her, hearing the desperation in his voice as he spoke. All the while, moving, giving a hand to her.
She nodded, smiling. "When you're fucking, you want women wet and stretched. Miss one of those and she won't thank you for it." She told him simply. Her words sent a twitch through his nether region for some reason, eliciting a chuckle from her and an impossibly deep blush from him. "That did it for you, Grey? Wet?" She teased lightly, earning the same twitch again, this time accompanied by a slightly breathy choke of breath and a bashful smile.
Fuck, she really had him in the palm of her freaking hand.
Speaking of hands, theirs were on the move.
His mind was going a mile a minute, racing with no clear intention of stopping.
Then, as he began to worry that he couldn't stop it, everything in him ceased.
"Holy shit." He groaned unashamedly, getting a hearty chuckle from River in response, one that he met easily with a small laugh.
Was this what he'd been missing out on all this time? With her hand guiding him, he found himself with his fingers brushing the wetness between her thighs, leaving him to wonder how the hell he'd lived without this.
She didn't leave him with time to curse himself though as she continued to move. His middle finger was, before he could really even realise it, pushing so very gently inside her. He couldn't help but pant and look down with awe filled eyes, watching what they were doing together. Part of him tried scolding himself, saying that he should have been looking up at her, that he should have been asking what she liked, but fuck, he couldn't help but just watch.
Luckily, River seemed not to care all that much. While she guided his left hand with her right, her own left came up gently to go into his hair. Her short nails raking through at the nape of his neck was sending shivers down his spine.
If one thing was clear, there was no issue with her being wet. As his single digit was lost in her, his others were left pressed against her, sliding easily against the slick skin.
Together, they set a gentle pace. In and out. Over and over. It was slow an steady, soft and careful, all the while with her putting less and less pressure on his hands until finally she let go, seemingly trusting him to keep the pace. She continued stroking and playing with his hair while his single finger continued on it's journey.
"Just like that." She encouraged into his ear, propped up on one arm. "When a girl says just like that, don't change your pace at all, okay?" She then added somewhat absently, rolling her hips against his hand, meeting the palm with a content sigh. "Unless she tells you to go harder or faster, keep pace. Just like that or right there both mean to keep doing the same thing, that it's working."
He was silently pleased to have her to practically coaching him through it, seeing as how his first thought when she'd spoken the first time was to speed up his movements. At least he knew now.
Silently, he began to worry how long he was going to last. Just the feel of her around a single one of his fingers was slowly building that all too familiar feeling within him. Hell, he could bust from just this, he knew that, so how the hell was he going to fare when it wasn't his finger inside her? Sure, he knew she wouldn't hold it against him, that she knew that he wasn't going to last long just as well as he knew it, but dammit he wanted to. He wanted to not just cum immediately. He wanted to last long enough to take her with him.
She hummed a single note of pleasure beside his ear, almost as though she'd heard his worry, urging him on. "Change pace immediately, right?" He joked teasingly, changing nothing at all.
Lips stretching wide enough to show teeth, she took his head in both hands and pulled him back up from his spectating. She met him for a kiss, tongue immediately delving into his mouth as he groaned. "Add another finger, smart guy." She grumbled against his lips as they parted to pant against one another.
Another finger? He could feel himself throbbing at the thought alone of yet another one of his digits getting to experience what his middle one was.
Eager to please, he pulled away for long enough to glance down at his working hand. Another finger. "Uh... which one?" He asked slowly, feeling a little dumb for it but not at all judged.
Unbothered, River reached back down with her hand, catching his own when it pulled out of her. "Whichever you want." She started, bending his other fingers down to display possible positions. "I'd use your ring finger but you could use your pointer. Thumb might be a stretch." The teasing at her last statement was clear, something he was glad for. She was doing a brilliant job at keeping things light and not making him feel dumb for his questions.
Trusting her, he opted for his ring finger.
He watched the two fingers pushing inside her, watching as they disappeared from his sight, feeling electricity coursing through every inch of his body as he buried them in her. Holy shit.
"Atta boy." She breathed harshly, head rocking back for just a second as she fell back to lie flush against the bed.
Her hand didn't shadow his for long as he found a new pace, a little quicker than the one before. It still wasn't especially fast, but it certainly wasn't slow.
Eyes trained on her as her own fluttered closed, he couldn't help but wonder if she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
Whether it was the flush on her skin, the way she glistened with that sheen of sweat or the way her breasts moved with each breath she took, he had no idea, but damn if he couldn't take his freaking eyes of her. Everything about her was enchanting, drawing him in, holding him close, wrapping him up in everything that she was. He wanted to kneel at her shrine and worship every inch of her for as long as she'd allow it.
Just as he was beginning to fee confident in his movements, sure that he was doing the right thing, she stopped him.
She reached down with a single hand and stilled him, eyes shooting open.
Oh, fuck, had he messed up?
He opened his mouth, ready to apologise for something or other, but there was no look of annoyance on her face. Had he messed up? If her expression was anything to go by, no. "That should be enough." Her voice, slightly raspy and filled with wanting, was welcome confirmation that he hadn't messed up at all.
"Are you sure?" He squeaked, clearing his throat a second later.
Smirking up at him, she raised a brow. "I'm sure. Unless you want to stop?" She retorted, glancing fleetingly at his dick, smirk deepening as his breath hitched at the minute attention.
Swallowing heavily, he shook his head. "Fuck no, I don't want to stop." He told her easily, feeling his heart hammering in his chest. This is it!
"Good." She breathed, reaching and running a hand appreciatively over his chest and abs. "Do you have condoms? I've got an implant so we should be okay, but you want to stay as safe as you can."
Condoms. Fuck. "Fuck." He'd told her that he'd get some and he hadn't. Shit, maybe he had ruined things now-
"Don't worry." She laughed easily, seeing the worry on his face. "I've got a couple in my gym bag. I didn't know what size or anything you'd want so I grabbed a few different ones. Why don't you run and grab one while I get under the covers?" The genuine, unbothered smile on her face set him immediately at ease. Sure, he felt stupid for forgetting, but he didn't bad. He'd remember next time.
Grinning, he shot up and all but ran from the room, followed by her laughter at his enthusiasm. What could he say, he was excited for this whole thing.
Her gym bag was still by the door, just where she'd dropped it, so he knelt by it quickly. "Outside pocket! In the paper bag!" Her voice called from his bedroom just as he began to worry about rooting through her bag. He couldn't help it as his grin widened, feeling like they were on some kind of a level.
He dug around in the side pocket for a moment before feeling the bag. He grabbed it and pulled it out, opening it for a moment before thinking better of it and practically running back to his room.
True to her word, River had shuffled the right way on the bed with the blanket to keep them from slipping on the sheets and was laying under the covers, holding a corner up for him invitingly.
Not wanting to keep her waiting, he all but jumped in, laughing with her at his antics as a giggle bubbled out of her.
Together, they looked through the bag. She explained the functions of a few different types, told him how to size himself up, blew his mind with the idea of flavoured condoms, then helped him to choose one. They chose a simple one with no flavour or ribbings or bumps, one that they were both more than happy with. She allowed him to fumble with the packaging for a second before tearing it open with her teeth, telling him to be careful not to rip the latex if he ever did that.
With clammy hands and a nervously hammering heart, he asked her if she could put it on him, suddenly intimidated by the small thing for no good reason.
Exactly as asked, she slid the rubber down his length with ease, using just enough pressure on her way down that he was almost immediately whining in her hand.
Then, with guidance from her as to how to do things, it was happening.
Held softly in her hand, he was at her entrance. She was angling her hips up, guiding him slowly as he looked between her face and where their bodies were now joining.
The soft, wet heat was inexplicable as the very tip of him began to press into her. He was well aware that his mouth was hanging open but he didn't care, not now. He wanted more than anything to simply thrust forward, to sink into her, but he didn't want to hurt her, nor did he want to mess up. Instead, he laid his trust in her and moved as she guided him. "That's it." She encouraged breathily, releasing him in favour of having one hand on his side and the other on one of his hips. "Just flex your hips a little and let it happen." Her mouth was close to the side of his head, sending light shivers down his spine.
Flex his hips and let it happen. Okay. He could do that.
With her words in his mind, he did exactly as she told him. As badly as he wanted to watch their bodies come together, he found himself looking instead at her face. He was watching each muscle in her jaw slacken, watching the starvation in her eyes, the gasp that she drew in as more of him slid into her.
He knew he wasn't huge, not by any means. Sure, he was a little above average, but he honestly felt perfect in that moment. He had no worries or cares in the entire world as their hips finally fell flush against one another's. Various expletives fell from both of their mouths, more so from hers as he found himself grumbling incoherently. It wasn't as if words of all things mattered now. All that mattered was her.
"Holy shit." He eventually ground out.
Beneath him, she hummed her agreement. "Holy shit." Her voice was a little more composed than his as she propped herself up on her elbows and began to lay tiny kisses against the skin of his neck and jawline.
Powerless, he could do little more than groan. There were so many sensations, so many new feelings, every single one seemingly trying to pull him under.
Obviously there was what his cock was feeling, buried in her wet folds, but there was more than that. There was the feeling on her chest rising and falling against his, her dusty pink nipples brushing against him, pebbled skin scraping deliciously. There was the way she was clenching around him, seemingly massaging him. There was her hand all over him, her lips dancing across him, everything all at once. It was so incredibly maddening.
They found a pace easily enough, one that was more or less just him bouncing in and out of her. He knew he couldn't keep it for long, but with everything feeling like Heaven, how the hell was he supposed to prolong things?
He tried closing his eyes, imagining things he would rather have not thought of, but he simply couldn't take his mind off the sensations. He couldn't take his mind off the way River's pussy felt incredible. He couldn't take his mind off the thought of finally cumming inside her. God, she was just so fucking hot and wet as her hips rose to crash against his.
His breath was something between a grunt and a whine each time it fell from his open mouth, desperate as he could feel himself nearing his goal.
In his ear, between kisses and licks against his neck, River was egging him on, whispering sweet nothings, telling him what a good job he was doing, telling him how good he felt inside her.
Fuck, it was all too much.
Mustering up every ounce of strength that he didn't know he had in him, he stilled before his next thrust. Poised above her, he screwed his eyes closed again and raked in a deep breath through his teeth.
his body was screaming at him, desperate to feel her around him one more time. He was so fucking close, but he refused.
"Greyson?" River's voice, worried, was immediate. "Hey, are you okay?" She was shuffling beneath him, a gentle hand on his cheek as the other rested against his waist.
Slowly, he opened his eyes. "I'm sorry." He muttered sheepishly. "I just need a second."
The concern was clear in her eyes, right there alongside confusion. "Yeah, of course." She nodded sweetly, rubbing his cheek with her thumb. "What's wrong?" She then asked.
Wrong? He couldn't help but laugh. "Fuck, nothing." He answered honestly, earning himself a raised brow. "I just... need a second. You know, else I'll be done." He felt sheepish, embarrassed as though he hadn't just had his balls slapping against he ass.
Her features softened, confusion and concern giving way to a smile, then a laugh. "You know that's the point, right?" She teased lightly.
Smiling down at her, he shrugged. "I want you to enjoy it, too." He told her, ignoring the way he twitched at the mere thought of pushing back into her. "If we keep going like that, I'm only going to make it another few pumps. I kept trying to think of gross shit but... I mean, it felt too good."
She nodded her understanding, amused. "Look, do you trust me?" She panted, still a little out of breath. He nodded immediately, opening his mouth to respond.
She didn't give him time.
Quickly, she swept his legs from beneath him and twisted, flipping them.
He landed beneath her with a grunt, finding himself flat on his back with her hovering over him. Oh.
Before he could say a thing, she leaned down and caught him lips in a kiss. It was bruising and deep, barely lasting two seconds before she was pulling off him again, this time to plant her hands either side of his head. "Let me take care of you." She told him lowly, smirking down at his as his cock twitched against her thigh eagerly.
She didn't wait for anything other than a nod before she reached between them and grasped him. He didn't have so much as a second to moan at the contact before she was pressing his head back to her entrance, sinking down onto him in one fluid motion.
His breath was gone as quickly as he'd caught it, looking unlikely to reappear.
Hands reaching up, he grasped at her sides, desperate for some kind of leverage as she began to move her hips. She wasted no time, rising and falling on him, impaling herself easily each time. He couldn't even think each time he watched himself disappear inside her.
As worried as he'd been about cumming too soon barely thirty seconds ago, he had no such qualms now.
Try as he might, he struggled to match her rhythm. It was fast and precise, hitting him at angles, clenching around him, milking him each time she rose back up.
The sounds of slapping flesh filled the room, accompanied by the near animalistic noises that they were both making.
Every touch was incredible. Her hands and mouth skipped over him while she bounced on him, driving him to the brink of insanity.
As he felt his orgasm nearing, he shot upright, collecting her in his arms. The position it forced them into felt deeper again, leaving them writhing together as her wetness seeped out, trickling over his balls as they slapped back up against her.
Grunting, panting, he held her close when he finally realised that he couldn't hold off for any longer. "Just like that, baby." She mewled into his ear, a hand fisted in his hair. He was so fucking close, putting everything he had into just fucking her as best he could, relishing in the bouncing of her tits against him, the way her breath came out heavily against the side of his head and the way she was clenching and spasming around him.
"Oh... Fuck!" He barked, teetering on the edge.
"Oh my god, Greyson!" She whined and that was it.
His name coming from her lips, falling out of her in such a beautiful way, sent him hurtling over the edge. "Oh god, Riv- Ah!" His arms tightened around her as he buried his face in her neck, gasping as he thrust as deep up into her as he could. Around him, her insides gripped and squeezed him, welcoming everything that he had to give her. He carried on grunting and muttering as he stilled in her, twitching as he felt his seed pouring out of him.
Above him, she moaned his name once more. "That's it, Greyson. It feels so good, feeling you cum inside me." She licked the shell of his ear as his breath became rasps in the column of her throat, humming her pleasure as she continued to gently grind herself slowly against him.
For the first time, his mind was empty. No worries, no concerns, no thoughts at all as he emptied himself.
With River stroking his hair, slowing her pace to a stop above him, he let himself fall backward, arms releasing her and splaying out as his eyes finally opened. Panting, he found himself looking up at the ceiling of his bedroom as she carefully pulled herself off of him and slumped on his back into the crook under his right arm.
She nuzzled against his sweaty chest as it heaved, running her fingers against the closely cropped hair that he had there.
"Holy shit." He eventually wheezed out.
They'd done it. He'd done it. He'd finally lost his virginity, to River Nivalis of all people.
Chuckling beside him, she planted a kiss on his chest. "Holy shit." She said in agreement.
He couldn't help but grin up at the ceiling like a moron.
When his mind turned back from it's current state of mush, he'd turn his attention back to her and do everything in his power to bring her the very same pleasure she'd just brought him. He vowed that silently.
The break up was the best freaking thing that had ever happened to him.
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