12. Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Remi
" G et on your back, Doll."
She did and watched as I put the condom on. "I'm clean," I assured her.
"Me too." She looked entirely relaxed and hungry at the same time. I'd seen women watch my dick with desire, but this was something else—there was a reverence in the way she admired how my hand worked my cock.
"Echo, I like it hard."
"Yes, please."
I cocked an eyebrow. "Do you know what that means?"
She shook her head. "But I want to find out."
"You say stop, we stop."
I mounted her and pressed the head of my dick against her core. God, she was wet. Pleasure raced up my spine, and I wasn't even inside her. Unable to hold off any longer, I slammed into her and went balls deep in one stroke. I loved how I made her scream in pleasure/pain.
"You okay, Echo?"
" God ," she whimpered.
"Echo? I need words, darlin'."
"More. Give me more."
I gripped her hips. "You're so goddamn tight. I knew you'd be, but you're strangling me."
I wanted to go slow and let her get accustomed to having me inside her, but my body was a runaway train. I held on to her and fucked her, pounding my dick deep inside her channel, hitting her G-spot now that I knew where it was.
"Touch your clit," I ground out. " Now , touch yourself. I wanna feel you come around me."
Her face was flushed, and she blinked.
"You shy, sweetheart?"
"Yes."
"Well, I don't give a fuck," I commanded, "your finger on your clit, now."
She did as I asked, and I loved feeling her hands on her pussy, rubbing against me as I moved inside her. Her eyes closed as her pleasure took her over.
"Echo, eyes on me, Baby Doll."
She was gasping now. The pressure of me inside her, her clit swollen and ready to detonate, all of it was too much.
The sounds of our bodies, wet and slamming against each other, filled the room. "Come for me, Echo. I need to hear you, Doll. I need to feel you. Drench me."
I leaned down and bit her nipple.
She came hard, screaming my name. I raised myself so I could angle myself deeper inside her, even though I didn't think it was possible. My speed increased, and my body began to shake. I felt my balls tighten and my thighs strain. I jerked and pulsed inside her right before my cock erupted, wave after wave of my cum filling the condom.
She was panting, her arms were on my shoulders, her eyes glassy with surprise. Her lips were curved in a smile like she was giddy with pleasure. It was contagious. I smiled back. I collapsed on top of her and kissed the corner of her mouth.
I pulled out of her and removed the condom, tied it up, and dropped it on the floor. I'd clean it up later cause I didn't have the energy to find her bathroom. I lay down next to her and pulled her into my arms. I stroked her hair back from her face.
"You okay?"
"So okay," she hummed.
She had no subterfuge. She enjoyed the sex, and she was admitting it—no playing coy. No making a game out of it. Nothing.
"Now I have to ask a question, which is undoubtedly a cliché," she teased.
No woman had amused me right after a heart-pounding orgasm. "You mean, you wanna ask me if it was good for me too?"
She burst into laughter. "Exactly."
"It was amazing, darlin'."
I took a strand of her hair and curled it around a finger. "I want to do it again," I whispered, the words out of my mouth before I could stop them.
She frowned, and her eyes went to my softened dick.
"Not right now," I chuckled. "I meant that I'd like to do it again sometime."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"I'd like that too."
I didn't want to leave. I really didn't. I wanted to stay in her bed. It was a comfortable bed—a king—I noticed.
"This is a big bed for a little person," I tried to lighten the mood. I let go of her and sat up.
"I didn't have a bed until I was in a dorm in Vandy; and that was small. I promised myself that I'd buy myself a big bed when I got a job."
I was about to get out of her bed when what she said registered. I stilled. "What do you mean you didn't have a bed until Vandy?"
She sat up and began to put on her bra. "With Mama, I slept on the floor 'cause the couch was…a mess." She began to button her blouse, which I watched with some regret. I wanted to keep her naked and get back into bed.
"And at Fern's place?"
She got out of bed and put on her shorts without panties.
"Echo, what about Fern's place?"
She turned to look at me and smiled wanly. "I had a sleeping bag."
"What the fuck?"
"It was a one-bedroom, Remi. She had the bedroom. And she didn't want me sleeping in the living room 'cause she sat there and watched TV."
"So, where did you sleep?" I demanded.
"In the summer, on the porch. When it got cool, in the kitchen."
I stared at her in disbelief. This was happening on the Drake estate. "What the fuck?"
"The bathroom is right there." She pointed to a door. "There are towels under the sink if you want a shower. I'll be in the living room."
I grabbed her arm. "How come you were sleepin' on the floor at our place, Echo? Why didn't you say somethin'?"
"Your mother knew. In fact, she gave the sleepin' bag to Aunt Fern. I'll see you in the living room."
I watched her walk out and close the door behind her, feeling very much like I knew nothing about this woman who I supposedly all but grew up with.