He reached into his nightstand drawer for a condom and a small bottle of lube. I took them from him and lay over him, our chests sealed, hearts pounding, our hips grinding and our mouths sharing each other’s air.
I braced myself on one arm, still kissing him. Always kissing him. With my other hand, I opened the bottle and dripped lube over Holden’s erect cock. I stroked him slowly, coating my fingers at the same time.
“Prudent,” Holden said and then hissed a breath as I moved my fingers lower, to his entrance. “Ah fuck, River…”
He clutched my shoulders, digging painfully, as I slowly worked one finger inside him, breaching the tight ring of muscle.
“Christ, how do you make it feel like that?” he breathed.
“Is it okay?”
He nodded quickly, his neck taut. “It’s so good. It’s never been this good.”
I kissed him hard, a surge of emotion rushing through me. I wasn’t the first here, but goddamn, I wanted to be the one that he remembered. My first and his too.
Christ, he was tight, and my cock swelled at the thought of being there with that impossible pressure around me. Just the idea had me on the verge of coming. I concentrated on him, always him, as I added a second finger to join the first. Holden’s chest constricted against mine and his kiss turned biting, almost hard enough to draw blood.
Vampire…
I smiled and worked my fingers gently inside him, pressing that bundle of nerve-endings. Holden arched his back under me, sucking in a breath.
“Oh fuck… Fuck, yes…”
I pressed the spot again and again, and watched the reaction in Holden, reveling in it. How his abs contracted, how his beautiful face became a grimace of pained pleasure. I could have done nothing else all night, but Holden shook his head.
“No more,” he panted. “Now… I need you now.”
He felt for the condom on the bed, tore open the wrapper, and reached between us to roll it down over me. Then he lay back on the pillow and swallowed hard, his green eyes bright and glassy.
“River…” he breathed.
I nodded, my own breath trapped in my throat. I used more lube, coating my cock. But holy God, I was too big. I started to use my fingers again, but Holden brushed them away.
“Is it enough?” I asked.
“It’s enough,” he said. “Fuck me, River and it’ll be okay, I promise. God, more than okay.”
I braced myself over him again as he hitched his knees up, his eyes intent on mine, trust and something deeper in their green depths. Something I was going to fall into if I wasn’t careful.
I gripped my cock, stroking it until it was slick with lube, then aligned myself. Breath held, I pressed in. Slowly. So slowly as he took me into a tightness I could hardly comprehend.
Holden’s breath was coming in harsh, short pants. He lifted his head off the pillow to watch me, his expression a kind of ecstasy I’d never seen him wear. Inch by inch, I eased myself inside him.
“Okay?” I managed. “Holden…is this okay?”
He nodded, his abs cut in stark relief at the strain of taking me. “Don’t stop. God, River, please don’t stop.”
I pushed in deeper, the tightness around me unlike anything I’d ever known. Pulling at me, drawing me into him, until finally our hips met.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed, my forehead falling against his. I braced myself with both forearms now, holding myself still. Afraid if I moved, I’d break him. Or me. “Holden…?”
“So good,” he whispered brokenly into the dark, heated space between us where there existed no one but him and me. “God, you feel so good.”
I kissed him and slowly drew my hips back. A groan escaped me at the same time Holden hissed out a yes. The tightness gave just a little, enough that I pressed back in. Again. And again. A little faster now.
“Yes,” Holden managed, his sweaty forehead still pressed to mine, his hands gripping my arms. “Just like that.”
In and out, I moved in him, his body taking all of me and releasing me just enough, never letting go, until we found a rhythm. Sensations unlike anything I’d ever known wrapped around me with every movement. I lost contact with myself and became us, moving faster, taking us both higher.
I made fists in the sheets and pushed up, back arched, my hips now driving into him. Holden gripped my forearms, mindless words falling out of his mouth. Yes and more and my name. With a strangled sound, he took himself in hand. Only a few strokes and he came, his release spurting over his stomach, dripping over his fingers.
“Give it to me,” I breathed, shocked at the words coming out of my mouth. At the raw need that had my body in a feverish clench as I drove into him again and again.
Holden’s eyes flared. He brought his fingers to my mouth and pushed them inside. My eyes shut and I groaned at the salty taste of him on my tongue. My hips pounded against him, flesh slapping flesh.
“That’s it,” Holden coaxed, tracing his fingers over my lips. “Come, River. Come hard in me. Now.”
A strangled sound erupted from my throat as the ecstasy that had been building snapped, the fever breaking, releasing a flood of sensations—an orgasm that ripped from me into him. I gave him everything and he took it, his hands on my hips now, pulling me in tight and pushing me back, guiding me through every
