Cry Me a River |✔️

Chapter 42- Powdered Square

"The worst thing in the world is watching the one you love in pain when there is nothing you can do to stop it."

             ~Vanessa Wilhoit

Chapter 42

River's POV

I fell back with a huff, heart beating fast against my chest as Alastair pulled me on top of him.

Two, zero.

Two, how many times I had cum. Zero, how many times Alastair had cum.

I pouted.

"One more time," I declared as I rolled up, straddling him as he peered up at me with a look of exhaustion.

"Love," he breathed out, "I know much you feel the need to...pleasure me, but there's no need," he reached his hand up, brushing lightly against my cheek in a feather-like motion. I felt my heart tighten as he peered up at me with eyes filled with undeclared adoration. "There's no greater pleasure than pleasuring you."

Heat swirled in my cheeks as I peered down at him silently, watching him as he brushed my cheek.

"And I the same," I managed, my heart rumbling through my ears like beating mantra.

His face brightened, lips stretching upward in a motion that made my heart beat that much faster.

I love him.

I loved him more than I had ever loved anything and the thought, in itself, frightened me. Made me afraid of the day where I may not have him. Where he will be mine no longer.

His hand dropped, rubbing soothing circles into my lower back as I fell down onto his chest, ears to his beating heart as I closed my eyes. His heart beated gently against his chest, playing my most favorite of songs.

If only not for looming anxiety playing in my chest, this may have been the perfect moment.

"Do you think Michael will be able to help?" I questioned, breaking the comfortable silence.

It was silent for a few moments, "I'm not sure." He finally managed as his fingers brushed through my hair.

I hummed at that, allowing my mind to wander as I soaked in his gentle touch.

"Would it be rude of I to ask if we can shower?" His voice whispered in my ear.

I shook my head, remaining on top of him, unmoving.

He broke out into laughter, "Love, that requires moving."

I pouted, "but I'm comfortable," I whined.

"In your own fluid," he choked in laughter.

I let out a high pitched whine as he lifted me from the bed and into his arms.

"No," I whined.

"Yes," he declared, kissing me on the nose.

I burrowed myself into his shoulder, eyes falling closed as he carried me into the bathing room. The sound of running water followed by the sloshing of water filled my ears as I felt myself being lowered into warm water. I kept my eyes closed, leaning against Alastair's chest as he cleaned me with a meticulous-like concentration.

"Alastair," I let out a light laugh, "you don't need to be so careful about this. I'm not made of glass, pinky promise," I opened an eye to look back at him as he peered down at me with a cheeky grin.

"Of course not."

I let out a sigh, "Good."

"You're made of porcelain."