Page 67 of You Know You Wanna

I hadn’t been planning for tonight to end like this. When we’d gotten to my cabin, I’d fully intended on saying good night and coming inside without him, but as soon he’d kissed me, the plan had changed. I wasn’t going to make any excuses for it.

The man kissed like a champ and I’d been starved for him for days, so I went with it, not even trying to stop it when we’d started moving to my front door. Lying on my bed now, I kissed him back, my hips already rolling. My back arched as I tried to get as close to him as I could.

Little sparks of pleasure flew through me from my core as I rubbed myself against him, already half lost to the ecstasy of finally being with him again. Letting out a low growl, he dropped his hands to my hips and hooked his fingers into my waistband, pushing the panties down. I did the same with his underwear.

As soon as the fabric was gone, Remington’s body came back to mine, hard, and hot, and feeling so damn good that I couldn’t stop all the soft little noises of pleasure emanating from deep within. He kissed me harder, sweeping his tongue into my mouth and stroking it intently. Then he abruptly lifted his head away from mine.

Before I could ask what he was doing, he wrapped his hands around my thighs and kissed a blazing path from my throat to my stomach. His fingertips slid across my entrance. This was all happening so fast, but I wanted him so badly that I didn’t want to slow it down while also just wanting to make it last forever.

My eyes slammed shut as my fingers curled into my comforter. He pushed the first finger into me and my pulse spiked. He clamped his lips around my clit, and my muscles locked and my toes curled. I cried out, whimpering as I tried to keep still.

Remington’s shoulders pushed my thighs further apart as he got comfortable, and although I was now completely exposed to him, I didn’t feel self-conscious. All I felt was need. Pure burning need for him to stop the light teasing and really get down to business.

With his finger moving slowly in and out of me and his mouth sealed over my most sensitive part, I felt heat flood to my chest and cheeks. My entire body was suddenly hot and shaking. Although it wasn’t enough, the pleasure I got from the teasing was exquisite, a weird mix between frustration and anticipation.

I gave myself over to it, ignoring the urgency racing to every fiber of my being and enjoying the drawn-out sensations coursing through me. Part of me wanted to open my eyes and look at him, touch him while he did the same to me, but a much bigger part knew that following through on that urge would mean moving, which would mean that the exquisite pleasure would end, and I wasn’t ready for that.

Instead, I decided I’d look and touch my fill later, and then I’d make him feel just as good as he was doing for me right now. Fighting not to clamp my thighs too hard around his head, I pushed my fingers into his hair and held on. I breathed hard and got louder with each noise that escaped me.

Just when I realized I couldn’t take much more of this, he slid another finger into me and hooked them upward to massage that special spot inside. He also sucked my clit into his mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking across the bud with the most incredible speed and pressure I’d ever felt.

He found a rhythm fast, his hand and mouth working together to push me all the way to the edge. The next second, he shoved me over it. The orgasm hit me hard, tearing through me so intensely that my lips were numb in the aftermath.

“Remington!” I screamed. My hips jerked and the rest of me seized in pleasure as I rode it out.

He saw me through it, placing gentle kisses on the insides of my thighs. Breathing hard, he pushed himself back up until his face was lined up with mine once more. Dots of sweat lined his brow and he smelled of me, but even though I could see the desire burning like the hottest of flames in his eyes, he stroked the backs of his fingers across my cheek and smiled.

“Are you okay?”

I jerked my head in a nod and lifted my shaky arms to wind them around his neck so I could pull him to me. He came willingly, kissing me tenderly and almost lovingly until my ears stopped ringing and I could feel my extremities again.

Breaking the kiss then, I rolled him onto his back and sat down beside him, tucking the escaped tendrils of my hair behind my ears. My gaze dropped to his abdomen. Completely naked, he lay before me, obviously horny as hell, but not rushing me as I looked at him.

Every part of him was perfectly sculpted and hard. His muscles rippled and flexed involuntarily as he took his turn to try to keep still. I smiled as I ran my hands from his thighs, over his thick, long shaft, and to his tip.

He let out a loud groan, catching my wrist when I went to do it again. “This isn’t going to last.”

“Tell me when.” I repeated the motion with my hand and realized when I swept my thumb across it that he was wet.

I moaned, entirely unsatisfied with my own lack of self-control, and lowered my head, wrapping my mouth around him. Remington’s hips came off the bed. More groans spilled out of him as I moved up and down, sliding my tongue along the underside of his shaft and wondering if I’d ever develop patience with this man.

It was only the second time we were together, but something told me it would always be like this with him, the all-consuming need obliterating my ability to wait. He didn’t seem to mind though, his hips thrusting as he twisted my hair around his fist.

All things considered, he lasted longer than I had, but when I felt him swell between my lips, he pulled me up, grabbing my hips and flipping me over so my back hit the mattress again. I let out a surprised squeal and he reached for his wallet and pulled out a condom with a red flush on his cheeks and his pupils almost fully dilated.

“When,” he said as his eyes held mine.

I frowned, momentarily robbed of my brain as I looked back at him. “When what?”

“You said to say when.” He tore the condom package open with his teeth, his hands steady and sure. He pulled it out and rolled it on before moving back to me. “I almost didn’t make it.”

“I don’t blame you.” I combed my fingers into his hair and wrapped my legs around him. “Don’t hold back now, okay?”

He arched a steep eyebrow at me, his jaw tight. He pushed against my entrance. “You might regret that. If I don’t hold back⁠—”

“I don’t care,” I said against his lips. “Don’t hold back.”

As I finished saying it, he thrust into me and his mouth sealed over mine. He buried himself inside me with that one powerful thrust. I cried out into his mouth, hanging on for the ride as I tried to adjust to his size.