River pulled out his cock, letting me unwind for a few seconds. His gaze was still filled with a haze of passion, watching me as I breathed heavily. "You're still hard," I said languidly. River nodded as languidly as I. He then lowered his head, nuzzling my neck before landing a kiss there. "Let me do what I want." "Go ahead," I whispered, pulling him closer to kiss those British lips again. It didn't take long for River to arouse me again. River's hands traced over both of mine, then joined them together and pressed them together until they were tied to the headboard. River's lips traveled down to my chin, giving a light peck there, then down to my chest. His face looked up for a second, meeting my eyes that cried out in desperation. I closed my eyes, enjoying the tickle of his tongue playing with my nipples. He kissed it gently, sometimes giving it a little bite, and always making me sigh in displeasure. A moan escapes my lips, but not as loud as before. River pulled his body u
That morning was the most agonizing shower I've ever had in my life. Every time I touched every inch of my body, it was as if I could feel River's touch there too, just like last night when his hands and lips brushed over my body. Every time I close my eyes as the shower hits my face, a visual of River also pops into my head.As I stepped out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself and headed to walk-in closet to get dressed. I couldn't help but wonder what River was thinking about. Had we crossed a line? Was this just a one-time thing, or would it change the dynamic between us?I found River in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He looked up when he heard me enter and gave me a small smile.Sharon also appeared later. She smiled very broadly at me. "I hope you slept well," she said, full of meaning. Then her eyes winked mischievously."Mom," River warned her mother. "We have talked about this earlier.”"Sharon, you really are full of surprises," I said, whether I me
"People are filling up the comment section about River Lynch on our social media," Cody said from his desk. I immediately turned to him, intrigued by what he was saying.Lukas seemed to be as well because he immediately left the clothes rack and approached Cody without further ado. "Let me see!" he said, popping his head up to take a look at Cody's phone screen, which had been scrolling down for quite some time, both of them seemingly reading comments—perhaps on a post about the launch of this year's November issue of Pamela Magazine. "Those girls are horrible." Lukas shuddered, but continued reading.Out of curiosity, I went to Pamela Magazine's social media accounts, reading the comments on the last post.*I didn't expect my favorite perfume to be created by such a handsome man!I can see why it's called Séduisant.Is he single? Asking for my friendHe's so handsome!I usually don't agree with the phrase that age is just a number. I mean, damn! It's just a number, isn't it?I'm so
"I wonder about the condition of the kitchen in your apartment." River suddenly said without looking at me. I sat on a bar stool, leaning against the counter and looking at River who was preparing ravioli. He was wearing a plain white T-shirt that was quite thin, making his shoulder blades pop out when his hands made certain movements. A black apron hugged his body from the front. I've never thought of wanting to be an apron before. "Pretty neat, of course." Because there was almost never any activity in there... if you don't count having sex as one of the common activities in the kitchen. "I'll check it myself sometime," he said, and then his hand movements stopped for a moment. I'm sure he didn't expect those words to come out of his mouth. Don't check my kitchen. Don't come into my house. Don't say things that seem to suggest that our relationship is that of a normal couple. We're not even a couple. We're just two people who have a common goal and work together to make it happe
"Mia," he called again as he broke the hug, filling the distance between us with a gust of night breeze. River's sad eyes gazed at me who was suddenly miserable. "No matter how much I want to kick his ass, that brat is still the son of my late twin brother. And I can't deny that I also care for him." "Don't stand up for him," I said in exasperation. He then smiled softly, so softly that it made me even more miserable. His gaze managed to lock me into complete immobility. "The deal we made... I did it as Evan's uncle. But on the other hand, the side of River Lynch that stands alone, I want to be selfish for wanting you." I was too shocked to speak. My eyes closed as his warm hand gently brushed my cheek. "River ...." River's breath tickled my face as his face drew closer. The tension between us was getting more and more intense. "Mia... please allow me to want you." "River... you're drunk...," I muttered, trying to sober him up even though a small part of me, also full of selfishn
I rested my head against the back of the sofa while panting, watching him take off all his clothes and then grab my body again. He lifted my body and turned it around, positioning me on his lap while he was already sitting on the sofa. My heart raced as I felt River's hard thighs pressing against my soaked groin, his hands guiding mine to his erection. I gasped, my eyes widening as he gently guided my hand, showing me what to do. I tentatively wrapped my fingers around him, my cheeks flushing at the sensation of his hardness in my hand. He smiled, his eyes never leaving mine as he pushed my hand further, guiding me to stroke him. I moved my hand up and down, slowly at first, then picking up the pace as I felt his breath quicken and his eyes fill with desire. "You have no idea how much I've wanted this," River groaned. I couldn't help but smile. I wasn't sure I could ever be enough for him, but if this was what he wanted, I would do everything in my power to give it to him. I squeez
My eyes opened when I feel River's body pressed against mine. The first sight I saw was River's broad chest, and I felt his arm wrap tightly around my waist. Several spots on my body were sore, and my cheeks were instantly flushed when I remembered our steamy activities last night. "Wake up, sleepyhead," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. I yawned and stretched, feeling his arm tighten around me as my body reacted to his touch. "What time is it?" I mumbled, snuggling closer to him. River chuckled softly and nuzzled my neck. “It’s you-will-late o’clock,” he replied. “What?” Realization hit me instantly. With quick movements, I got up and looked around for any object that could tell time. And my gaze stopped on the square clock on the small bedside table. "Why didn't you wake me up from earlier?" My gaze languished on the 8.42 numbers that flickered futuristically in the box's black color. “I'm kidding. It's Saturday, you're not awake yet?” he said with a soft chuckled.
I had no idea about the status of the agreement I had with River. Would it be void now that our relationship was no longer an act? Wait, I'm even more confused about the actual status of our relationship. Was our relationship still based on symbiotic mutualism? Were we a real couple like any other normal person? A relationship based on feelings? Well, what were my feelings for him? River never mentioned his feelings for me either. He just said he wanted me, moments before we started having sex. Maybe River was just referring to his biological desire to fuck me. "Hey!" A hand shaking in front of my face suddenly made me realize where I was. I was in River's car, which was parked in the basement of Pamela Magazine's building. Back at breakfast, River had asked to take me to go to work again. He said it was fun: going to work together and going home together. "What are you thinking about that much, hmm?" I shook my head with a smile, feeling his poke on my nose. "It's nothing." River