Chapter 30

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River

Surprising me, she uses this moment to slide down my body, landing on the floor, and kneels before me with her back to the wall. She runs her hands along my thighs, which are flexing and shaking with every tiny touch, and she slides her hands up to the waistband of my sweatpants and fitted black boxer briefs.

"These," she tugs, "off, now." We do the awkward pushing and stepping that comes with these moments. I kick my boxers backwards away from us, distracting myself from how she fists the base of my cock hoping I don't explode on her face immediately.

Gingerly, she licks from the base to tip where I can feel the earliest drop of pre cum leaking from the head. She swirls me in her mouth like her favorite dessert, and when she begins to take me to the hilt by letting her jaw fully extend, I know I need to reverse things here. I want to get the focus back on her.

"This feels. Fucking. Amazing," I goan as my arms fly forward and I catch the wall. I want to stabilize myself. I want to take back control. I like that she is trusting me that way.

Suddenly, a sharp noise cuts through the room followed by barking from the crate covered by a blanket in the corner. We jump apart like two teenagers caught by their parents. It takes another two blares of the obnoxious horn noise before Lily jumps up and exclaims .

"Oh my god, that's the delivery! Oh shit." I reach down and pull on the sweatpants and tuck myself into the waistband before gently turning her back towards the mattress.

"Hold that thought, I'll be right back," I command before hitting the old school intercom on the system. Buzzing the doorman in, I realize the door isn't the only buzzing I can do.

I open the door a small crack, unsure how much of Lily could be exposed if I opened it more. I haven't turned around for fear of completely abandoning the entire process of bringing in the delivery and returning to what I'd prefer to eat instead. I drop the food on the counter, before opening her oven and putting the warm items in the appliance that isn't on. Seriously, River, are you concerned about food heat retention?

Lily is sitting in the center of the mattress watching me with her feet together, knees wide, and arms long behind her allowing her to appear somehow casual, unaffected, and completely sexy in the most unintentional way. Winking, I say, "Just give me one more moment." I slip into her bathroom.

I study the shelf as if I didn't do this my entire shower. Picking up something that is the least intimidating looking, a shiny little device that looks like those acne face brushes or a toothbrush without bristles. Clicking the vibrator to life, I feel the way the little circle attaches to my palm and creates a tickling pressure. Next is something that looks like the muscle massager I've seen at Brookstone. A star shaped curved silicone item with lots of bumps and ridges sits next to the tiny bullet shaped leopard vibrator. I grab the last one because it's the most simplistic and head back over to the bed.

I find her now laying there, completely bared to me, one hand between her legs while the other is palm up across her face. She's getting started without me, and that sends a rush of adrenaline through me that I usually tamp down. I don't know why this feels like the right time to but I let it out.

"Who said you could move?" I bark. I feel obligated to keep control. After years of dreaming about this moment, the possibility of it being less than perfect for her won't stand. She's looking up at me with wide doe eyes.

"What are you going to do about it?" Her teasing lilt takes my straining cock to a level I could have never anticipated. My balls tighten, and my stomach and spine feel like they are all fighting to see who is going to contract first. What am I going to do? Well, I'd like to spank that luscious ass… but I'm not ready to go there just yet so I think I'm going to take a page out of her TV boyfriend's book: vulnerability.