I am tired of waiting.
I am tired of slow.
I want everything Remington has to give me, however he wants to.
I want him to take control.
23
Remington
Hot flames of desire lick up my spine and threaten to consume me. This burning I have for Lainey is hotter and more out of control than any real flames I have faced. No woman hasevermade me feel things like Lainey has. Over the weeks we have been together it had gotten harder and harder to not break the barrier that she put up. She requested that we take things slowly, and I was trying my best to respect her wishes ... But today all that went right out the window.
However, before this goes even one moment further, I need to know if she is on the same page. Because as hard as my dick is right now having her pressed against this wall, and it might just fall off if I don’t use something other than my fist soon, I refuse to move faster than what Lainey is ready for. I won’t lose her because I am a fucking caveman.
“Baby, I need you to tell meexactlywhat you want,” I say to Lainey, looking into her blue eyes that are drenched in longing and lust.
“Everything,” she says, her breaths making her perfect chest heave undermygoddamn T-shirt. “Please, Remington. Give me everything, take control.”
Take control.
Laineyhas no clue what she has unlocked with those two words. I want to give her everything she desires, take everything she has to offer. I grin at her wickedly and say, “My pleasure.”
Finally laying her on the bed, I move over her body kissing her neck. “Where did you get this shirt, hmm?” I tease her.
“Oh, this old thing?” She hums, grinning at me. Yeah, she knowsjustwhat the hell she is doing to me right now. Sassy as fuck.
“Take it off,” I demand.
“Yes, sir.” She responds instantly, and my dick goes impossibly harder. I never knew I wanted someone to call me that in the bedroom, but it sure as fuck is doing things for me, and I don’t want her to stop.
She whips off the shirt, and I am left absolutely speechless because she had on nothing underneath. The last time I saw her amazing tits was weeks ago, and she wasn’t totally naked. This time it’s an unobstructed view of creamy skin, rosy nipples that are peaked to perfection and just waiting to be sucked—and that is exactly what I do.
I suck a nipple into my mouth and tug just enough, swirling my tongue around, moaning at the taste of her warm skin. “Remington, ahhh!” Lainey exclaims as I give the same attention to the other nipple. I continue my trail of kisses down her stomach and reach the waist of her pink satin shorts, so tiny and smooth.
I want to fucking tear them off of her.
“Are you wet for me, baby?” I ask.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Let’s see.” I slowly slide the shorts down, forcing myself to have some modicum of self-control, even if it kills me.
No panties. Holy fuck.
“You have been bare for me this whole time, Lainey?” I suck in a breath.
“I don’t like to sleep in underwear,” she replies, as if it’s an innocent answer. I nip her inner thigh, and she yelps.
“All the nights we have spent together in the same bed, and your wet pussy has only been a thin strip of fabric away from me? I have been dying, Lainey. To touch you again. To taste you. Feel every inch of your skin. Sink my cock deep inside your perfect body.” Her eyes are locked on me as I lean back and pull my shirt off over my head one-handed. “What do you want, baby?”
“Yes, yes. Th-that. All of that.” She gulps nervously.
“I am going to take such good care of you,” I tell her, leaning in and kissing up her thigh. When I am almost to her shimmering sex she starts to wiggle more, seemingly apprehensive, and I say, “Is this okay?”
“You don’t have to do that, it’s fine,” she says in a quiet voice, barely a little whisper.
I prop myself up on an elbow and look at her. “Explain.”
