chapter 38
Sebastian
REMI JUST OFFERED ME A key to her place.
And even though she was smiling, it didn’t sound like a joke.
It sounded like she was serious, like I’m someone she wants to keep in her life.
And now, kissing her, those words play on repeat in my head, making every movement of my lips against hers that much more meaningful.
Because this is starting to feel more like something that’s real and less like a mirage that could vanish at any moment.
Remi tastes like sparkling water with a hint of lemon underneath. Her long dark hair is tangled from the day, and I can still smell the heat of the sun on her skin from the charity event. We could both use a good shower.
But maybe we should get dirty together first.
Breaking our kiss, I push up from the piano bench, then guide Remi up after me. She’s already breathing heavier, her chest rising and falling under the black T-shirt she’s wearing.
When I reach for the hem of her tee, she immediately lifts her arms, allowing me to slide the fabric off over her head.
Beneath the shirt, she’s wearing a black bra, and she catches her breath as I reach around her to free the clasp.
It comes loose under my fingers, and Remi drops the bra to the floor.
The bars through her nipples catch the warm light, and I immediately cup her breasts in my palms, squeezing them softly, then pinching her pierced nipples, making her moan.
I love that sound, love knowing I can pleasure her.
She’s reaching for my T-shirt now—I changed into a clean one after the show—and I have to hunch over to let her pull it off over my head. After the fabric hits the floor, Remi runs her fingers across my ribs, makes goose bumps pebble across my skin.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” she whispers.
And her words immediately have my cock leaping to attention.
I’m a fucking simp for her. I could probably get off on her praise alone.
But not before I taste her sweet cunt on my tongue.
My hands find her hips, and my fingers unclasp the button on her jean shorts.
I unzip them slowly, taking my time, kissing along her throat as I guide the zipper down.
She lets out a soft whine, like anticipation and frustration mixed into one sound.
Running out of patience with me, she grabs her shorts—and her underwear—and shoves them down, then kicks them away.
I pull away from her, taking in her beautiful body, then arch an eyebrow as I meet her fiery blue gaze. “Impatient, are we?”
“Yes,” she growls. Then her hands are on the waistband of my jeans, and she has them off and me naked in record time.
Remi is a beast when she wants something. It’s a fucking turn-on.
And I still can’t believe I’m the one who gets to be with her like this.
I take her around the waist and guide her back into the armchair, and she settles into it with a surprised breath.
The lamp glows over her, accentuating her nipple piercings and the rapid rise and fall of her breasts as I sink to the floor in front of her.
Gently, I cup her behind the knees and spread her legs, draping them over the arms of the armchair.
I’m on my knees before her, right where I belong.
Her pussy opens up, her bare lips already slick with moisture. I draw one finger down her slit, then dip it into her cunt, making her gasp.
“So wet,” I whisper.
She bites her bottom lip, and I hold her gaze as I slide one finger deep inside her, curling it, warming her up slow.
I like her in this position: legs spread, pussy open, black hair hanging in tangled sheets around her cheeks.
It makes me want to pump my cock into her and pour everything I have inside her sweet heat.
But first, I’m going to make her cum, make her toes curl and her breath catch. I’m going to worship her the way she deserves.
So I add another finger, stretching her out, pushing them into her slowly. And at the same time, I lower my mouth to her clit and start to lick it, drawing my tongue along the flushed bud, then sucking it into my mouth.
She’s already starting to whine, wriggling beneath my mouth, trying to press her hips up, begging for more. Despite her protests, I go slower. I want her to want this so bad that she can’t take it anymore. I want to have her shaking and sweating before she hits that peak.
And I want my mouth and my fingers and my cock to be what takes her there.
I push my fingers deep inside her, curl them just a bit, and leave them there, massaging that sweet spot that makes her moan. With my other hand, I press back the hood of her clit, fully exposing it, then lower my mouth and touch it with the tip of my tongue.
She squeaks out a surprised breath, trying to close her thighs, but I look up and say, “Be good, and I’ll make you cum twice.”
Her gaze meets mine, her cheeks flushed red in the low light. With a small sigh, she settles, opening her thighs again, letting them be held apart by the arms of the chair.
“Good,” I say, smiling up at her. Then I lower my mouth to her clit again, bathing it in the heat and wetness from my tongue, my fingers still working deep inside her.
I don’t rush. I build her up slowly, consistently. Remi closes her eyes, and she reaches up and over her head to grip the back of the armchair. She looks like she’s coming undone one slow suck at a time.
When her legs start to gently shake, I know I’ve almost got her there. But I still don’t go faster, don’t try to speed across that finish line. I keep finger fucking her, keep lapping at her swollen clit, keeping a smooth rhythm.
“S-Seb,” she whispers.
Glancing up, I find her face scrunched, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, the expression on her face something like pleasure and pain and everything in between.
I don’t stop. I keep going. Her thighs shake on either side of my head, her low stomach flexing as I take her higher, help her chase that release.
Then she goes still, entire body freezing.
And when she cums for me, it’s a beautiful thing. Her moans alone have my cock twitching, and her cunt floods with hot wetness. I slide my fingers out of her and replace them with my tongue, wanting to taste her, wanting to feel her pussy squeezing with each burst of pleasure.
She releases her hold on the back of the armchair and reaches down to grab my head, fingernails digging into my scalp, forcing my tongue deeper inside her, as deep as it’ll reach.
It’s so sexy, feeling her take control like this. It could make me dump my load right here, on my knees in front of her.
But I hold myself back. I told her I’d make her cum twice, and I have every intention of following through on that promise.
Gently, Remi loosens her hold on the back of my head, and I look up, meeting her eyes as I slide my tongue out of her wet cunt. She looks absolutely spent, with tired eyes and heavy breaths.
But we’ve barely gotten started.