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I slowly let out my breath.Oh, God,I thought. I sucked in a new breath, trying not to alert Dylan that I was thinking things I shouldn’t be thinking. I should be content with just being near him and knowing that he still cared about me; that the years apart hadn’t changed our dynamic. It was a blessing to know that he wanted to see more of me, though I wasn’t sure about the implications.
I’d think about it tomorrow, and maybe speak to him about it on the drive back. I felt guilty about Alan, but my heart wanted Dylan, and if this was all I could have of him, I wanted to savor it. For now, I should just enjoy how it felt to be lying with him, to have him stroke my back in soothing up and down strokes, touching me. For tonight, and maybe forever, this was enough.
Dylan
I stirred.
Remi was plastered to my side and clinging. I lifted my head to glance around the room to get my bearings. We’d both fallen asleep because the credits to the movie were rolling, and the fire was dying out, leaving only the glow of the pile of embers in its place.
“I’m cold,” she murmured sleepily, and I pulled her closer. Her knee grazed my genitals and her hand roamed over the skin of my chest and stomach under my T-shirt. “Mmmm,” she murmured.
I froze, but my dick sprang to life. I’d had to fight my libido for hours the previous evening and it was a mixture of heaven and hell. I loved being close to Remi, but what was happening? Was she awake or not?
“Dylan,” she said softly. “Dylan. You feel so good.”
Hearing Remi say my name like that had been part of my most fervent fantasy. Her nose nudged my jaw and her warm breath washed over the skin of my neck.
My heart started to hammer, and my cock engorged with blood. Desire for this woman overcame my control. My hands started to wander over her back and down her hip as she lay against me. I turned my head toward her and let my lips graze hers.
“Remi,” I said. It was almost painful how much I wanted her, and how much I loved her. I knew I loved her and always had, but I had to know she was awake and truly wanted what I wanted.
“Remi,” I whispered. “Are you awake?”
Her green eyes opened and became an olive color from the soft golden glow in the room.
“Uhhhh,” her breath escaped, and the tip of her tongue came out to flick against my upper lip. I couldn’t help it, my mouth swooped down to take hers in a deep kiss, and just as suddenly I pushed her back against the pillows, so my hand had access to her breasts. The gentle swell of first one then the other filled my hand as she responded to my kiss, her tongue tentative at first, then bolder as it began to war with mine. I gently teased both of her nipples until they were hard little buds, pinching them gently and alternating with little tugs and rolling them between my finger and thumb. She moaned, arching her back.
I’d fantasized about having her beneath me, moaning my name more times than I could count. My entire teenage years had been spent jacking off in the shower or finding some other way to slack the desire I had for her. It had been torture; torture that I hoped would finally end with reality.
I kissed her deeper, and then softer, my body vibrating with desire. When my mouth retreated, she moaned and lifted her head to reclaim my mouth with hers. It was more amazing than I’d ever imagined; and hungrier, somehow.
I slid my hand down from her breast, down her ribcage and stomach until I reached the elastic waistband of her pajama shorts but didn’t stop, continuing beneath it finding her without panties, sliding down into her most intimate place. She was wet and slick, her back arching further to show her pleasure as I started to gently lavish her clitoris with gentle and slow strokes.
I could feel the tension coiled in her thighs, though she continued to respond to my kisses with abandon, her hands clutching at my shoulders and then sliding into my hair to pull my mouth tighter and deeper into hers. I felt the skin on my cock stretch as my erection screamed for release.
I ran kisses down the chord of her neck, and she turned to give me better access. Her skin was sweet and warm, and my body teamed with desire like I’d never felt. “Relax, Remi. Open for me. Let me make you come.”
“Dylan am I dreaming?” she whispered breathlessly.
“No, honey.” My body was aching, screaming to be embedded in her hot warmth, but I stilled, wanting to know she was aware of what was happening. “Do you want this, Remi? I can stop.”
“No,” the word was not hesitant, but it was softly offered. “Don’t stop.”
I slid my middle finger insider her and she gasped. It was all I could do not to grind myself against her hip and thigh.
“Oh, God,” her right hand clutched at my left wrist, but her hips heaved in slow thrusts against my hand. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
I wanted to keep going. To keep kissing her, but I placed one soft kiss on her mouth. My hand stilled but stayed where it was. “Are you sure that you want this? I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”
She opened her eyes and though it was dim, the room was lit from the television screen. I could see her face and see her eyes as I hovered over her. I could tell she was confused.
“Remi…” I said softly as I inhaled deeply. I dropped my head down until our foreheads touched. “I want this, but you have to want this, too.”
“Yes, always. Forever and always.” Her voice was laced with tears, and I tried to pull my hand away, but she grasped my wrist. “I’ve wanted it since forever.”
“Remi… relax.” Her words filled my heart, and emotions I’d never felt squeezed my heart; this was more than love. I was overwhelmed as I started to move my hand again; using my thumb to stroke her clitoris at the same time thrusting inside her body with my middle finger, but slowly and then deeper as she let her thighs fall all the way open, giving me complete access and gave herself over to the intense pleasure I was providing.
She moaned my name; a breathless approval, her body heaving up against my hand and her insides clenching and releasing over and over. I could tell she was getting close, and I was almost beyond sanity.
