CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Tatum
Remy’s got me wrapped tightly in his arms as we lie on the couch, watching the same show we’ve been watching for the last few hours. My body is more aware of his than it’s ever been as we lay tangled together. Sometime during this last episode, we shifted. I’m splayed over top of him, my head on his shoulder, his thigh between my legs, his arm around my neck, fingers lightly playing in the hair that rests there. Something about the way he’s stroking my neck as he plays with my hair is turning me on. I find myself slightly pushing the edges of his shirt up against his abs, running my fingers up and down the small sliver of skin I’ve uncovered. He shifts. I’m not sure if it’s because he’s feeling the same way as I am or if he’s trying to get more comfortable, but he lodges his thigh further up in between mine, resting it fully against my core. It sends a shockwave of desire through my body that forces me to turn my head into his shoulder, silently moaning as I open my mouth against the cotton of his t-shirt. My nipples pebble against the hard wall of his chest. Without knowing what I’m doing, I tilt my head back, reaching up to connect my lips with his neck.
“Tate.” His voice is surprised, but if he knew the hell I’ve been in for the last hour, there’s no way he’d be surprised. He jerks his chin up with the surprise, which allows me to lean in and use my teeth against his flesh, grabbing hold of the skin and pulling it into my mouth as I first suck and then soothe with my tongue.
“Shit.” He relaxes, pushing his head back against the arm of the couch. “Do that some more.” His fingers tangle in my hair, pressing the back of my head further into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. When I have trouble connecting, he tilts to the side, exposing everything I need.
My fingers, which have played with the exposed flesh of his abdomen, push his shirt up farther, giving me more real estate to explore. His thigh presses fully against the heat between my legs, and I can’t help but grind down against it. “Mmmmm.” My moan is muffled by the work of my teeth, tongue, and lips as he reaches down with his free hand to cup my ass cheeks and hitch my thighs up so that I’m straddling his.
The fingers that were playing in my hair grasp the long strands, pulling me forcefully away from his neck so that our mouths can collide. His tongue pushes its way inside, claiming every piece of open flesh. Eventually we have to pull apart, each of us needing to grab small amounts of air. Remy shifts, reaching behind him to pull his shirt off his body, throwing it on the floor. My eyes roam him freely, knowing that the man in front of me is mine; I have all the time in the world and every right to explore, just as I want to. He makes me want to be assertive, not to let my insecurities get the best of me. I want to experience every bit of what this should be with him.
“Tate?” His voice is low, dark, and questioning in the quietness between us.
I let a smile spread across my face. “Just enjoying the view. Let me play for a sec?”
“As long as I can allow you to.” He licks his lips, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows roughly, and reaches down to adjust his cock. “Not sure how long that’ll be.”
I love the rough tone of his voice, the pure need I can hear reflected back at me. Sliding down his body, but keeping his leg between mine, I use my mouth and tongue to paint a picture against his flesh. Coloring in the lines of his tattoos, running the heat against his hard nipples and mapping the ridges of his abs, until I encounter the waistband of his sweats. The bulge below the knotted string sends a wave of moisture between my thighs. I did this to him with a few well-placed kisses and licks, just by being who I am. Remy doesn’t want me to be anyone else other than who I am. That realization gives me a power I’ve never had before. Reaching down, I use my palm to cup his erection.
His hooded eyes fly open, and quickly he curls his hand around mine. “Nah, baby, can’t do that right now.” His voice is even deeper if that’s possible.
“Why?”
The grin he flashes is the sexiest I’ve ever seen. “Because now it’s my turn.”
Remy
This wasn’t necessarily my plan when I brought her here. Not to say I hadn’t thought about it, but I was content with letting Tatum set our pace. And fuck did she set it. Reaching down, I grasp her ass in both my palms, pull her thighs around my waist, and stand up, pointing us toward the bed.
Her arms circle around my neck, fingers delve into my hair, pulling our mouths together so that we’re kissing again. Kissing her could turn into one of my favorite pastimes, because of the way she puts her entire body into it. She sucks my tongue like her pussy will suck my cock as soon as I get it inside her. She’s one of those women who makes love with every single part of her body. Even now, as I hold her suspended in the air, her hips are rotating against my stomach, catching the tip of my cock, and her chest is arched to mine, her nipples stabbing against my bare chest. This woman was made for passion, and I don’t know how I thought I’d be able to tamp that down and restrict her before. Fucking stupid, I berate myself.
We kiss until I can’t hold her anymore, until my whole body shakes with the need to possess her. Laying her down on the bed, I step back, ingraining the picture of her like this in my brain for the rest of my life. Her shirt has ridden up, exposing that sexy ass belly button ring she got for her birthday, her thighs are splayed wide, and if I look closely against the fleece she wears, I can almost see her throbbing with desire. Her hair is mussed from where I’ve had my fingers in it. The lipstick she wore has been kissed off, leaving a hint of color behind, her mascara is smudged under her eyes, and motherfucker, her chest. I bring my hand up to my mouth, wiping at my lips, before I pull my bottom one between my teeth, my gaze locked on the breasts that are a feast for my eyes. Her nipples are visible, they’re swollen, the edges threatening to come out of the shirt she’s wearing, and fuck if I can’t wait to get her completely naked.
“Remy?” she questions, pushing her arms up above her head, thrusting her tits out at me, as she scissors her legs back and forth. Those blue eyes of hers almost look black with desire. “Ease the ache, please ease the ache.”
My fucking pleasure.
Taking my knees in front of the mattress so that I’m even with her body, I use my hands to push the material of her shirt farther up her stomach, until it’s over her head and out of my way. Then, I stand up, starting at the edge of those sweatpants and use my mouth to trail a path from the bottom to the top. When my lips encounter the edge of her bra, I flick my eyes up to her face. Her mouth is open, breathing heavily, face flushed with arousal, desire riding high on her cheekbones.
“Take the bra down for me, Tate. Expose those hard nubs to me, cup the flesh and offer it up.”
Her eyes get darker if that’s at all possible, and I don’t miss the shake of her hands, but she does as I ask, exposing the cherry red nipples to my gaze. They stand out in stark relief from her body, begging for my lips. I give them what they need, closing my mouth around the stretched skin, sucking strongly before using my teeth to worry the flesh, and then my tongue to soothe it.
“Remy…oh my God.” She tugs my hair between her fingers, arching deeper into my mouth. “Don’t stop,” she pants. “Feels so good, never knew they were so sensitive.”
She’s about to learn all kinds of things are sensitive. One of my hands goes between us, pushing against the elastic of her sweatpants and panties, sneaking underneath the material keeping her pussy hidden from me. The heat radiates off her core, and before I even run my fingers along the slickness, I’m moaning against her flesh in my mouth.
“Fuck,” she moans when I take two fingers, testing out her tightness. She’s so turned on, I slide right in. Her thighs widen, her pelvis tilts to take me deeper.
Fuck is right; she’s so damn ready, and so am I. She whines when I remove my hand from her clothing. “I’m gonna ease the ache, baby, but I’m gonna ease it for both of us.”
I stand, my fingers on the waistband of my sweatpants. She sees what I’m doing and sits up quickly, the bra falling from her chest, letting her tits dangle there like a treat for me to capture. “Wait.” She stops me. “Let me do it.”
Her smaller fingers fumble with the drawstring, but she gets it and then slips the material down, all the way, pulling it off my hips. Her fingers catch the edges of my boxer briefs, taking them with the rest of the material. My cock stands proudly, pointing lewdly to her. “See what you do to me?” I curl my hand around her neck. “All of this is for you.” I bring my free hand to the base of my cock and give it a few tentative strokes.
She licks her lips, and before I know it, she leans forward, taking the head into her mouth, circling her tongue around the heated flesh.
“Baby.” I groan, throwing my head back as I can’t help but thrust into her mouth.
She grabs hold of my ass, pulling me further into her mouth. I let her, let her play for an embarrassingly short amount of time until I have to forcibly pull myself from her. “Keep doing that, Tate, and I won’t make it inside you.”
She understands what I’m saying, because she scoots to the edge of the bed, using her hands to push her sweapants and panties down as I walk over to the bedside table and snag a condom. We haven’t discussed this, but I’m going to assume I need to protect her, and I don’t want to slow down our momentum by bringing the subject up right now. With shaking hands, I suit up and turn back to the woman who has me tied in all kinds of knots.
“If I hurt you, please tell me,” I whisper when I kneel on the bed, positioning myself between her thighs.
“I promise,” she replies, her voice is strained. “This is what hurt last time, him entering me,” she whispers back at me. “I’m nervous,” she admits, her eyes meeting mine.
God I would do anything and everything in this world to take this fear away from her. Dropping my head to her neck, I position my mouth next to her ear. “Just relax, Tate, I’m not gonna hurt you.”
Judging by the way her nails dig in my back, I must surprise her when I support myself on one arm and bring the other between us, easing three fingers inside her and do my best to stretch her. My thumb strums her clit, causing her to relax as her thighs spread wider, her head tilts back, and her breath comes quicker. Before she realizes what I’m doing, I remove my fingers and replace it with my cock.
We both moan loudly as I push home. My arms shake so badly they can’t support me any longer. Withdrawing, I curl my arms around her body, cupping her ass in my hands, rolling us so that she lays half splayed on me, and I lay halfway on my side. Every part of us is touching, and our lips blindly meet one another as I use my hands to move her up and down on my length as I brace my feet on the bed and thrust up into her.
In this position, it’s easy for me to reach around and use my fingers on her clit. I want her to come, want her to enjoy every bit of this experience, but I’m well aware of the fact I don’t need to drag this out. My balls are already pulling tight, ready to explode as I push and withdraw, setting a pace that I know we won’t be able to keep.
Pulling her lips away from mine, she throws her head back. I can feel her tightening against me, enjoy the way her pussy sucks me deeper. “Remy.” She digs her nails into my biceps. “I’m gonna come,” she pants.
“Come for me, Tate, give me another orgasm you haven’t gotten from your own hand.”
And fuck does she. She tightens against me, grinding against my dick, taking me with her as I spill violently into the latex barrier separating our bodies.
Her gaze is dazed as she glances at me. “That’s what it’s supposed to be like?”
My chest pumps from exertion, but I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “That’s exactly what it’s supposed to be like, and we’ll never settle for less.”
She buries her head in my neck. “Never.” She vows as she giggles.
That giggle is a balm to my broken soul. I’ll never forget this night for as long as I live.