“I’m okay, promise. More, I need more. Please,” she begs.
Begs.And I will gladly give her any damn thing she wants.
I grab her leg and hitch her thigh forward, driving my hips deeper. She pulls me in, kissing me wildly, and tugs my hair. Her teeth scraping my bottom lips, her nails run down my back.
“You’re so deep, Remington,” she exclaims on a whisper. “I’m so close.”
I adjust my balance and grasp the front of her neck, squeezing just the right amount. Her eyes lock on mine. The stormy blue blown out in pleasure, and then they roll back as I feel the tight walls of her body pull me deep as she comes again. This time I can’t hold back. “That’s it, baby,” I say. “Take everything.” We both explode, our universe coming undone and being recreated, rebound around each other in the very same moment.
Collapsing in a sexy glow, Lainey smiles up at me as radiant as the sun. Her chest rising and falling in a mesmerizing pant, I slowly slide my half-hard cock from her body. I watch as my cum drips out. She moans and looks down. The primal fucking caveman in me snaps,again, and I do something I have never done before. I swipe the cum dripping from her throbbing pussy and push it back inside of her, looking at it and then directly at her, not able to even say anything.
Then Lainey shocks the hell out of me, grabs my hand, and sucks my fingers clean. I swear to God, I almost faint.
Like I told her before,perfect fucking fit.
24
Lainey
Soft afternoon light is drifting through my bedroom windows when I open my eyes. Rolling over, my whole body is blissfully sore, especially the hollow ache between my legs, reminding me of what happened this morning, that everything is different. I look at the man responsible for the changes in my body and soul to see his eyes already on me, drinking in my sleepy, sex-hungover body. I can’t help the grin that splits my face when I catch him looking at me so openly.
“Hi,” I whisper.
“Beautiful,” Remington rumbles, leaning over and kissing me as if he’d been waiting patiently for me to wake up so he could do just that.
“Did you sleep? What time is it?” I ask him.
“Yeah, I only woke up a little while ago. It’s almost three.” Leaning back he hauls me to his hard chest, engulfing me in the strong comfort of his arms.
I run my fingers through the light dusting of his chest hair and sigh contentedly. This is the first time Remington’s been in my bed. All of our other sleepovers have been at his house. It had been so hard in the previous weeks to not take thingsfurther. To just be satisfied with kissing and cuddling, especially after how incredibly hot things were between us on his couch, lord it was nearly impossible. But I’m so glad we didn’t rush and gave it more time, thathe gave memore time.
What happened between us this morning was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I’d only been with a couple people previously, including Brett, and my pleasure wasnevera priority. I always felt like sex was take it or leave it, not very necessary, and that passion you read about was exactly that—fiction.
Remington proves that all wrong.
He has passion and definitely knows how to pleasure me. I try really, really hard not to think about why he is so good at it, how he got so good at it. Green vines of jealousy rapidly twist their way up my spine, and I quickly remind myself that he is here withmeinmybed. I also don’t think that the connection we feel, the flames that engulf my very soul when he touches me, are something that just happens to anyone and everyone. This is special, this is life-altering, and I am so worried I am going to say the wrong thing and ruin it.
Remington’s deep, sexy voice pulls me from my spiraling thoughts. “We should probably get up and eat something, but I don’t want to let you go.”
“Then don’t.” I snuggle deeper into the bed and run kisses down his chest.
“Lainey.” A pained rumble vibrates under my lips. “I need to take care of my woman, I need you to eat and have some water. You are also probably sore, and you doing that is making me want to flip you over and do very dirty things, which won’t help with that.”
I suck in a breath and instantly feel wetness pooling between my legs imagining it.
Yes, please.
But Ialso know that he is trying to switch into thatcaretaker role that he takes very seriously, so I let him. “Okay, I agree to eating some food, but only because you need to eat, too. And only if you pinky swear that we can come back here after and you do that whole‘flip me over and do dirty things’thing to me ...” I prop myself up on an elbow, letting the sheet slip down, trying to give him a look that is innocent. I hold up my hand and stick out my pinky finger to him.
Remington groans and bites his lip, running a hand over his lower body. “You arekillingme, baby.” He slips his pinky around mine, kissing it. I giggle and roll off the bed to find clothes, putting back on his stolen T-shirt and rummaging for a different pair of shorts. I can feel the hot, lingering gaze coming from the bed with every move I make.
Turning around I say, “Come on, let’s order takeout so we don’t have to cook or go anywhere.”
“I like that plan a lot.” Remington gets up, and I might be just as distracted and turned on watching him re-dress as I am watching him undress. We need to hurry the hell up and get some calories in the both of us so we can get back to this room as fast as possible.
“Remington, we are going to be late to meet the girls if you don’t let me get in the shower to get ready.” I try to loosen his arms and get out of bed. We spent the night wrapped in each other's arms and had mind-blowing, sweaty, toe-curling sex this morning. I can’t believe that my body is already aching for more. I don’t think I will ever get enough of Remington or the way he touches me, makes me feel seen and sexy for the first time in my life. I am discovering a whole new side of myself with him, and I know it’s only the beginning.
“Let’s shower then,” he says, whipping the bedding back in a cold rush. Remington scoops me up in a bridal carry and walks us to the bathroom.
