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“No,” Remi says, quick enough I could almost cry. “Obviously, or I wouldn’t be here. But I’m not going on anything but a feeling, so I might just be dumb.”
“I don’t like it when you talk that way,” I grip her wrists, twisting them up behind her back.
“What?” she gasps.
“I don’t like when you pretend you’re not intelligent.”
“I—I’m…”
She shakes her head slightly, but she’s smart enough not to finish that sentence how I think it started.
Then she does it anyway.
“Jude’s the one who—“
I roll off enough to give her a sharp slap on the ass.
SMACK!
“Ouch!” Remi yelps.
SMACK! SMACK!
“I mean,I’msorry!”
“Don’t tell me your stories about your brother,” I growl in her ear. “There’s only one way you’re stupid.”
I drop my hand lower and touch her pussy instead, rubbing softly, gently, soothingly…
“Iknowhow smart you are. I’ve seen it. I’ve watched how you figure things out. You’re tenacious. I’m attracted to you…”
Now when I grip her wrists and pull them tighter, it’s like I’m pulling her against me. Like I need to charge off her body…
“But I can’t have you flirting with Tom Turner. Not even for free electrical work.”
“It’s not free!” Remi gasps, shivering against my warm, wet fingers. “It’s discounted.”
I spank her six or seven times for that,Slap! Slap! Slap!in quick succession.
“No,” I say firmly, fingers pressed against her clit. “You come tomefor favors.”
I touch her softly and then with pressure, teasing out the places that feel the best. My pleasure in her body feels deeply sinful and somehow tied to the dark desire to test and examine her, maybe linked forever from the first time I saw her with no pants.
I touch her until I’ve created exactly the reaction I want, which is her crying out involuntarily, writhing, her pussy soft like a living flower and then a texture I can’t describe as anything but melting, melting, melting until I sink three fingers deep, her wetness running down my hand.
She’s gasping, red-faced, embarrassed.
Her emotions are spice in the air, firecrackers in the room…little piquant explosions when everything else is pleasure and silk.
She’s so beautiful in all her little reactions because she feels things so intensely, because she burns so bright and fierce.
I turn her over and sit her on the arm of the couch, releasing her wrists. She touches where I gripped, her eyes on my face. I kneel between her legs, hands resting on her inner thighs.
Her pussy sits before me, half-open petals, its own perfect shape, flawless like a flower in all its symmetries and asymmetries. Her scent pulls me in, there’s no choice about it.
I lick and kiss and taste…My palms read her thighs like a seismograph…waves and tremors before the full-on earthquake…
Her hands cup the back of my head, fingers thrust in my hair, nails scratching my scalp. Her thighs spread and she pulls me tight against her cunt, her back arching, head thrown back…I suck gently, gently on her clit…
