The man is relentless, sucking and lapping while my body soars into a blissful ether. The sounds of his hungry mouth drag out the climax until I’m shuddering so hard I bite the inside of my cheek. When the orgasm begins to ebb, he slows his movements, letting me ease down from the high with soft licks.
Pressing a final kiss against my sex, he crawls up my body, his beard damp with my arousal as he kisses me. “You are so goddamn delicious, baby.”
I’m so sated after he mastered my pussy with his mouth, and yet I’m also ravenous to have him inside me. Sliding my hand down between us, I find him hard and ready. He groans and pushes into my palm.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” I ask, wrapping my fingers around his length over his pants.
The muscles in his jaw flex as he looks down at me. “Is that what you want?”
“Please,” I whisper, giving him a hard squeeze.
Remi’s brows inch together. “I don’t have a condom.” He sucks mybottom lip into his mouth, before releasing it and staring into my eyes. “Can I fuck you raw?”
I almost come again at those words. “I’m on birth control, and I’ve been tested.”
“Same,” he says, his gaze intent on my face. “Are you sure?”
“If you don’t get your big dick inside me right now, I’m going to stage a protest.” I release him and pull my arms from the sleeves of my robe.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replies with a grin. Dear lord, he looks adorable. My normally put-together boss is completely disheveled, hair a mess and lips swollen.
When he reaches for his belt, I grab the hem of his shirt, but he shakes his head sternly. “No. Hands over your head.”
I do as I’m told, smiling up at him in anticipation as he tosses his belt aside and undoes his pants. I think maybe he’s going to do a sexy strip tease for me, but he doesn’t, only pulling down his pants far enough to free himself. My attention is diverted to the sight of him stroking up and down that thick shaft, rolling his palm over the head to spread the thick pre-ejaculate dripping from the tip.
Holding himself in one hand, he rests the other on the couch beside my head, dragging his dick up and down through my wetness and sending jolts of electric need through me each time he bumps my clit. When he presses the head against my opening, he pauses, eyes locked on mine.
This is what I loved about being with Remi before. That intense eye contact, his concentration on being completely present in the moment… with me. He made me feel like the only other person on earth.
He eases inside, his movements slow and sensual as he pauses to let me adjust to his girth. Over the years, I’d somehow convinced myself my mind was exaggerating his size. If anything, I underestimated. The man is fucking hung.
The prominent veins along his shaft add an extra layer of sensation as he pushes into me like he has all the time in the world. My inner walls pulse around him, and he dips his head to press his lips to mine.
“You feel perfect,” he rasps. “So fucking tight around me.”
“Because you’re so big,” I say, looping my legs around his waist.
“Mmm, that’s it, pretty girl. Wrap those legs around me so I can take you deep.” His hips press forward until our pelvises are flush, and he pauses, holding himself there while our eyes connect. “How have I gone this long without you?” he whispers before searing my lips with a kiss.
Remi’s tongue licks into my mouth, seeking and finding mine before guiding us in a slow, sensual kiss that sets my body on fire. My heels dig into his firm backside, and he begins to move his body over mine, each thrust measured and unhurried.
This man’s lovemaking completely envelops me, pulling me into a world of passion that makes me feel nothing less than treasured. The only thing missing is his skin against mine.
“Let me take your shirt off,” I offer, sliding my hands down to remove it. But he stops me once again, one of his hands sliding up to bind my wrists in his strong grip over my head.
“Not right now, baby.” His free hand reaches down to grasp one side of my ass, changing the angle to one that drags the thick crown of his cock over an extremely sensitive place inside me.
“Ohhhh god,” I moan, distracted from my efforts to undress him because that spot—the spot only Remington Hale has ever found—has my neck arching and my eyes rolling back.
His mouth takes advantage of the position, softly licking and biting my throat as another orgasm takes root.
“Yeah, that’s my good girl,” he grunts against the dampness of my flesh. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please.”
“Never,” he grits out, working over my G-spot with ruthless precision until I’m right on the precipice. Lifting his head, he again graces me with his beautiful face, his eyes hot and needy. “Eyes on me when your tight little pussy strangles my cock. Let me see how beautiful you are as you fall apart for me.”
And fall apart, I do. With my muscles seizing up and his name on my lips, I fall into the abyss of an orgasm that is unlike anything I’ve experienced in my life. The edges of my vision blur, and my ears cease to function, as if I’m in some kind of void.
