By the River (Masturbation Monday #253)

I usually get my blog post photos from Pixabay. A while back, I found a really beautiful one, but I wasn't sure how I was going to use it. I had to crop the photo to make it safe for social media, but if you'd like to see the unedited version, it's here. Anyway, I finally came up with an idea and thought it went well with the Masturbation Monday prompt—although it doesn't involve seashells or the beach.

This one has a timeless quality similar to The Sign, Sapphire Rose, and The Forbidden Dance.

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Ria ;)

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By the River

By Ria Restrepo

Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.

Standing by the river, she eased a toe into the gently flowing water. It was cooler without the heat from the blazing sun, but she found the temperature soothing. She also preferred the solitude of night.

She didn't like bathing with the other women of her tribe. They stared, and whispered, and tittered about the pale one. With her light skin, eyes the color of the summer grass, and burnt mahogany hair, she looked nothing like them.

Although she held some status as the eldest daughter of the chief, she was an oddity—the product of his union with a white woman abandoned by her people. After her mother died in childbirth, he took another who gave him several strong warrior sons.

Once, she'd thought about leaving and living among the white folk, but her father warned her against it. She might look like them, but she was an outsider. They wouldn't welcome a half-breed. Better to stay with her people. But she didn't belong there either. She didn't belong anywhere.

Shaking off her disquieting thoughts, she removed her coverings until she was only shrouded in silver moonlight. She slowly lowered herself into the river, giving her warm skin time to adjust. It felt glorious, refreshing, and invigorating. She splashed around for a while, scrubbing away any grim from the day.

When she was satisfied that her body was clean, she simply enjoyed the water, allowing herself to drift up to the surface. She floated there, under a sea of stars, the water muting all the night sounds so she only heard her own breathing. Peace and calm enveloped her, washing the unease from her soul. A cool mountain breeze teased her nipples into taut peaks, making her shiver with delight.

The current gradually carried her downstream into unfamiliar territory. Before she got too far away, she pushed herself upright. The river was shallower there. Her feet easily found the smooth stones along the riverbed and the water barely reached her breasts.

Her hearing restored, she became aware of sweet notes ringing through the night that could only come from a man-made source. She knew she should avoid whoever was making the enticing sounds, but her curiosity got the better of her. Ducking down behind some tall grass, she followed the shoreline until she saw a man between the blades.

He must have bathed in the river too, because his hair was wet and his skin was bare. Almost as pale as her, he seemed to glow in the moonlight. He sat on the riverbank, playing some type of stringed instrument, his eyes closed, lost in his own music.

Mesmerized by the breathtaking spectacle, she risked moving closer, barely concealed by the clump of grass. Something slid past her foot—probably a fish—startling her enough that she made a small sound.

His eyes snapped open, immediately finding her.

Panicked, she lunged backwards towards the opposite riverbank.

He said something in a language she didn't know and put down the instrument.

She turned away from him to move more quickly through the water. There was a loud splash behind her, which meant he was coming after her. Her heart hammering in her chest, she increased her efforts, slowly making her way to the other shore.

He called out to her again and she looked back to see how close he was. Standing in the middle of the river, he was still some distance away. He held up his hands and spoke in a low, warm voice—like someone trying to gentle a wild animal.

Even though she knew she should run, some inexplicable force held her there. He kept talking in that pacifying tone and her heart gradually slowed. Some ingrained instinct told her he didn't mean her any harm. Trusting that intuition, she turned to face him more fully.

Smiling, he lowered his arms and carefully approached her.

She held her ground, curious as ever, but ready to bolt if she needed to.

When he reached her, he stood there for a moment, just staring at her. That close, she could see that his eyes were the color of the cornflowers she loved so much.

He said something that sounded like, "Enchantress."

She shook her head, letting him know she didn't understand.

Gracing her with another easy smile, he carefully lifted his hand to her face, moving in small measures, giving her plenty of opportunity to stop him.

Her heart sped up again when his skin made contact with hers—but with excitement, not fear. A tingling sensation sparked from the spot on her cheek and quickly spread throughout her body, bringing every sense to life. She'd never felt anything like it before. It was intoxicating, yet comforting.

He leisurely traced the slope of her cheek, down her neck, along her shoulder, then over her chest to her hard nipple. His touch left a burning awareness in its wake and she craved more. He circled her nipple before taking it between his fingers and squeezing lightly. She gasped as jolts of pleasure ricocheted throughout her body and settled into a needy ache between her legs.

Moving closer to him, she felt his hard length prodding her belly. She wasn't unfamiliar with the male body or how a man changed when he wanted a woman, but she'd never experienced it firsthand. She'd never allowed such intimate contact. It was the first time she'd desired a man's touch, and wanted to touch him in return.

She raised her hand to stroke his face like he had hers. Her fingertips learned the shape of his chiseled cheekbone and his strong jaw. Instead of continuing down, she traced his firm, wide mouth. His lips parted and he gently nipped her finger.

Laughing in surprise, she jerked her hand back.

Grinning down at her, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her even closer. His expression grew more serious, his eyelids lowering a bit as he pressed his hard length into her abdomen.

The persistent ache between her legs made her instinctively rock her hips against him.

Groaning, he learned down and captured her mouth in a soft kiss. She eagerly returned the kiss, crushing her breasts against his hard chest. When his tongue teased the seam of her lips, she opened for him, letting him explore her mouth as thoroughly as she did his.

She'd been so lost in his ardent attention that she didn't realize he'd been ushering her towards the shoreline until she felt the cool grass on her back. He easily lifted her out of the water and moved between her legs. She lay on the riverbank as he kissed his way to her nipple, then took it between his lips and sucked it into his mouth.

Pleasure rippled through her, making her grasp handfuls of grass. He repeated the sweet torture on the other nipple, then moved lower. When he reached the apex of her thighs and kept going, she tried to urge him away, stunned that he'd want to put his mouth there.

Taking hold of her hands and pushing them aside, he made more soothing sounds, reassuring her. He placed a kiss on her belly, her hip, her thigh, then looked up at her.

She understood he was asking permission to proceed.

Uncertain, but always curious, she nodded her head.

The feel of his tongue licking up the length of her slit caused her to fall back against the shore, reveling in the intense sensations he created. He delved between her folds and found the spot she'd discovered long ago gave her the most exquisite pleasure. As he circled, nibbled, and sucked that tender nub, he pushed one finger inside her, and another, filling her for the first time.

Her cries of ecstasy rang through the still night as he rubbed a magical place deep inside her she never knew existed. His clever mouth and fingers drove her higher and higher until something in her broke free, sending her soaring into another plane of existence.

When she came back to earth, he was hovering over her. She gave him a lazy smile and he kissed her. Hungrily, she kissed him back, savoring her own tangy essence. Then he was easing his hardness inside her, filling and stretching her wonderfully. She moaned as he moved within her, leading her in a timeless dance.

They writhed together under the moonlight, her pleasure climbing once again. His arms braced on either side of her head, he held her gaze as he claimed her, branding her soul indelibly. He was right with her the next time she was overcome with heavenly bliss, flooding her sex with his warm seed.

It was there, by the river, that she finally found where she truly belonged. With him. Always.