chapter 56
Remi
“FUCK,” I GROAN OUT, ARCHING my back on the hardwood floor as Sebastian’s tongue presses into me.
My legs are draped over his shoulders, and he’s already made me cum twice, leaving me a sticky, wet, trembling mess on the studio floor.
My clit feels like it can’t take any more, and my insides ache from how intense an orgasm that last one was.
But he’s not done with me yet—and he’s still got eight minutes left.
He drags his tongue from my pussy to my clit, making me catch my breath.
Then he’s sliding up the length of my body, kissing every inch of me along the way.
And when he gets to my lips, he kisses me hard.
I taste myself on his tongue, on his lips, on the stubble clinging to his jaw.
As he bites my bottom lip, he sinks a finger into me, attempting to build me up to a third orgasm.
Which I don’t think is going to happen. But he’s welcome to try.
When we break our kiss, I smile up at him, so spent now I’m not sure I can even get up off this floor. And I whisper, “You’re down to seven minutes.”
He smiles, not looking the least bit deterred by my taunting. “Turn over.”
I obey, though my muscles feel like jelly. Getting onto all fours, I look back at Seb over my shoulder, tangled hair hanging all around my shoulders. “Now what?”
“Now,” he says, pushing my legs farther apart and lining his cock up at my cunt, dragging his tip through my wetness, “you’re going to cum for me again.”
He pushes into me, and I gasp as he sinks deep, my fingers momentarily curling against the slick hardwood floor for purchase, though I find none.
Seb takes my hip with one hand, still sheathed inside me, and with the other hand, he reaches under my body to find my swollen, throbbing clit.
When he brushes a fingertip across it, I let out a trembling sound, and he leans down to whisper into my ear, “Relax. Let your body go. I’ve got you, Rem. ”
I close my eyes. I’ve never cum three times in one go before. Really, I don’t think my body’s going to do it. But as Seb starts to thrust inside me, keeping himself deep as he uses one fingertip to tease the hood of my clit, I start to think that maybe I’m wrong.
And I’d love to be wrong.