9. Remi #2
He tightened his grip just slightly and I felt my body respond. His other hand slid down my side and over my hip, pulling me closer until I was pressed against him and could feel exactly how much he wanted this.
“Bedroom?” I managed to say between kisses.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark. “You sure?”
“Oh, very.”
He took my hand and led me down a short hallway to a room that was just as minimal as the rest of the place. He closed the door behind us and then his hands were on me again, sliding the straps of my dress off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.
I stood there in my underwear and heels watching him take me in. His gaze moved over me so slowly I felt like he was memorizing every inch.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said.
He pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth motion and tossed it aside.
I’d seen the photo he sent me but seeing him in person was different.
Broad shoulders, defined chest and abs, and I could tell that his body came from actual work and not a gym.
I reached out and ran my hands over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin under my palms.
He kissed me again, harder this time, and walked me backward until my legs hit the bed. I sat down and he knelt in front of me, his hands moving to my heels and pulling them off one at a time. Then his fingers hooked into the waistband of my underwear and he looked up at me.
“Can I?”
“Yes.” Which came out way more breathless than I meant it to.
He pulled them off, and then his hands were on my thighs, pushing them apart. I leaned back on my elbows and watched him settle between my legs, his mouth so close I could feel his breath.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said.
“I don’t think I will.”
He smiled for a second before his tongue was on me and I gasped, my head falling back.
He knew exactly what he was doing, alternating between long, slow strokes and focused skill on my clit that made my thighs shake.
I reached down and tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him there, and he groaned against me like he liked it.
“Right there,” I breathed out, and he doubled down, his tongue working me over until I was gasping his name and pulling his hair hard enough that it had to hurt.
The orgasm hit me hard, rolling through me in waves that left me shaking. He didn’t stop until I was pulling him away because I was too sensitive to take any more.
He stood up and I watched him undo his belt, then his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers. When his cock sprang free I just stared because he was huge. Thick and long and I had no idea how that was supposed to fit inside me but I damn sure wanted to find out.
“You good?” he asked, and there was something almost smug in his voice.
“Get up here.”
He climbed onto the bed and I moved back to give him room. He positioned himself between my legs and kissed me again and I could taste myself on his tongue. His hand moved between us, fingers sliding through my wetness before pushing inside me. One, then two, curling and stretching me open.
“So wet for me, Remi” he murmured against my mouth. “Such a tight little pussy.”
I moaned and rocked against his hand, chasing the friction. He added a third finger and I gasped, the stretch bordering on too much but not quite.
“You’re going to take all of me,” he said, his voice rough. “Every inch.”
He pulled his fingers out and I whimpered at the loss.
Then I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance and I held my breath.
He pushed in slowly, giving me time to adjust, and I felt myself stretch around him.
It was almost too much, but then he was all the way inside and I could feel him everywhere.
“Breathe,” he said, his hand coming up to my throat again.
He set into a rhythm that was slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in, letting me feel every inch of him. His hand tightened on my throat and I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders.
“That’s it,” he said, his pace picking up. “Good girl. You can take it.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist and met him thrust for thrust, the angle hitting the spot inside of me that made me see stars. He was relentless, driving into me harder and faster, his hand on my throat keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
“You feel so good,” he groaned. “So tight around my cock.”
I couldn’t form words anymore, all I could do was hold on and take what he was giving me. My second orgasm built fast, building tight in my core, and when it hit I cried out his name and dug my nails into his back hard enough to leave marks.
He followed a moment later, his rhythm faltering as he came inside me with a low groan that I felt in my bones. He collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing hard, and I ran my fingers through his hair while we came down.
After a minute he rolled off me and pulled me against his side and I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow.
“That was…” I started, then trailed off because I didn’t have words for it.
“Yeah,” he said, his hand running up and down my back. “It was.”
He reached over and pulled the covers up over us, then pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Stay the night,” he said.
“I’d like that.”
I closed my eyes and let myself have it. The warmth of him, the quiet of the room, the fact that I was staying.
When I woke up it was still dark, his arm heavy across my waist, and for a second I didn’t remember where I was.
Then it all came back with the restaurant, the way he looked at me, and the way he felt inside me.
I turned my head and watched him sleep, and thought about how fucked I was if this was what he did to me on the first night.
I closed my eyes again and let myself have this.