Chapter 29 #3
All the thoughts left my brain as our tongues tangled together passionately.
His hands glided downward and unbuttoned my shorts.
Long fingers moved slowly down my shorts and panties and separated my wet lips.
My clit was throbbing, walls already clenching in anticipation when he separated my lips and caressed my clit.
A low moan poured out of my mouth and my legs fluttered open further giving him full access. His long, graceful fingers circled my clit with intent and care as his lips moved from my mouth to my neck. "Remy—" I moaned his name, nails digging into his arms.
"I'm here, baby," He kissed his way down my neck, tongue lavishing my collarbone before he continued downwards. Removing his hand from my panties, his long tongue glided over his fingers, licking me off. Remy looked down at me with hooded eyes. "You taste so good."
I bit down on my bottom lip running my hands down his arms. He tossed his shirt off. Our eyes held each other as he undressed me. Laying there naked, legs spread, pussy dripping, he just stared down at me. His eyes grazing my body, memorizing my curves.
"God—you're so damn beautiful, Gianna," he said in awe.
"Thank you," I whispered.
I watched him rise to his feet. Remy slowly unbuckled his belt and slid down his slacks and underwear.
And the dick—the dick was glorious. Girthy, long, and aimed straight at me.
My mouth watered. Silently, he dropped to his knees and gripped my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the bed. His breath fanned out over my pussy.
There were no more words after that. Just his eager tongue as he licked a trail from the top to the bottom, before parting my lips with it and circling my clit with juicy lips and intent.
"Shittt…" I moaned, gripping my titties in both hands as he ate me out with a vigor of a man who hadn't seen a pussy in years but still remembered the care it took to have one.
And care he did…every lick and suck brought me closer to the edge until the only thing I could do was pant and grip the comforter as my orgasm caused my stomach to hollow and my legs to lock around his head. "Fuck! Remy!" I screamed out as a flood gushed out of me.
His grip on my thighs tightened, his licking softening until my body settled down. When he straightened and looked down at me, all we could do was just smile at each other as he licked his lips.
"Come here you," I grabbed his arm and pulled him on top of me licking my juices off his lips. "Fuck, you're good. "I exhaled against his mouth.
Bracing himself on his elbows his kissed me tenderly over and over. "You taste so damn good. I could eat you all day."
Wrapping my arms around his back, I felt his hardness resting against my swollen lips. He shifted, his shaft rubbing against my clit. We both moaned at the sensation.
"I have some condoms in my bag," I whispered.
"Okay, baby," he groaned, shifting again, intentionally this time.
Fuck this felt too good. "Lemme grab 'em, handsome."
Remy gripped my thigh, lips still on mine. "Alright," he groaned again but made no motion to get up so I could get them.
Oh, I knew this was reckless—I didn’t play about safe sex, but in that moment, I could feel myself throwing caution to the wind.
He began to slowly grind against me, my eyes fluttering closed as his lips stayed pressed against mine.
Our breaths hot and heavy as the grinding motion had us both so on edge I knew we were moments from cumming together.
Then I felt his head nudging my entrance.
My brain was screaming for me to make him get up and grab a condom. My body said fuck that shit. My eyes slowly opened, he was looking down at me. Eyes low, passion and pleasure streaking his feature, his brows furrowed probably thinking the same thing.
But then…he pushed himself in—just the head. Our foreheads pressed against one another in a slow exhale of pleasure.
"Remy—"I breathed out.
"I know, baby. I know," he whispered. "I don’t wanna stop."
"I don't want you too," I whispered back.
Our eyes met again. And then—he was pushing in further, all the way, my walls clenching him in greeting.
"Shit. Pussy not supposed to feel this good," he groaned in my ear.
I chuckled lightly before tightening my hold around him. My legs locked around his waist. He pressed himself closer to me and began to move inside of me. Slowly at first—soft curse words coming out of his mouth as he acquainted himself with me.
He stared into my eyes, and I could see the water in them. "Fuck, Gianna—I'm not trying to let you go."
"Then don't," I whispered, voice husky with passion and emotion. My nails dug into his back. "Stay here with me."
He felt perfect inside of me. It felt like he was touching parts inside that had never been reached. His stroke increased and I met him—stroke for stroke. Our voices rising higher until with one cry out in unison, we both exploded against one another. Panting. Sweaty and clinging to each other.
Our hearts raced against one another; our chins pressed into each other's neck as we slowly came down. Slowly, he withdrew his head from my shoulder to look into my eyes. We didn't say anything for a moment, but our eyes said everything.
"You okay, beautiful?" he spoke first, his thumb smoothing over my eyebrows softly.
I nodded, my hands rubbing slowly up and down his back. "Better than that. Are you?"
"Amazing," he smiled. "I'm sorry about the condom. I just caught up. You felt so good." He exhaled slowly. "I hope you're not mad at me."
I shook my head. "Don’t apologize. I wanted to. Like I told you, I'm clean. I swear."
Remy kissed me softly. "I believe you. Don’t worry about that, baby."
Him saying that meant more than he would ever know.
Kissing my forehead, he let out a final satisfied exhale. "Let's go shower than let me feed you something good."
I laughed. "It's kind of late to be eating, handsome."
"Never too late for a meal. Plus, it's my form of aftercare. I aim to feed all the senses. Mind, body, and soul."
He slid out of me, stood and gently pulled me up on wobbly legs with a chuckle.
"Don't laugh," I smirked leaning against him for support.
Scooping me into his arms he kissed me. "You never gon' fall with me beautiful 'cause whenever you can't stand I'ma carry you. Remember that."
My heart fluttered as he carried me to the bathroom.
We showered together, put on pj's, and then headed to his kitchen.
I sat on the island barstool as I watched him, shirtless in nothing but pajama pants as he prepared a quick meal of shrimp and veggies in a butter-lemon sauce that would make even cardboard taste good.