Chapter 27 - Lena
LENA
The kiss is sweet for one beat, two. A brush of lips and an exchange of breath. A silent prayer of thanks that we’re both still here, still breathing.
Through a force of will that is astonishing, Rem keeps his movements gentle. His lips are soft, his touch firm but not demanding.
But sweet isn’t what either of us wants. We both want, need more.
Now that we’re body to body, the emotions that have been chasing me all night have ignited into bone-burning arousal. I want Rem. I want my husband. Naked, on top of me, inside of me. I want him so badly I feel like I’ll never want anything else ever again.
“Rem.” I moan his name, my nails digging into his scalp. Still, he’s gentle, teasing.
“Please.” I leverage my upper arms onto his shoulders, curling one leg around his hip as I practically climb him. “I need you.”
I catch the dark flash of his eyes behind half-lowered lids. I sweep my tongue across the seam of his mouth, desperate to taste him. A groan rumbles in his chest but he keeps himself in check. The hand cupping my jaw is strong but soft. The one at my back holding me up, not pinning me close.
No amount of gentleness can hide the enormous erection pressing against my stomach. Rem is so perfectly hard, so close to the apex of my thighs, I feel myself softening for him already.
Dropping my lips to his neck, I kiss stubble-rough skin.
“Lena, mia amata…” Rem’s head tips back, giving me better access. “I’m covered in dirt and blood. I need to shower.”
“You don’t, husband.” Pushing off with my toes, I wrap my other leg around his waist, locking my heels behind his back. My core presses against his cock and I can’t hold back the full-body shiver that rips through me. “The only thing you need to do right now is fuck your wife.”
I drag my teeth across his neck, an echo of the bites I’ve given him in the past. It breaks Rem’s composure.
With a growl, he wraps his hand in my hair and holds me still as he invades my mouth. His lips are hard, his tongue insistent. He moves so fast, kisses so deep I lose my breath. My eyelids drop, dots dancing behind them as Rem takes control of me, of my body, of everything.
“I was trying to be gentle, Lena. I’m so on edge, so amped up, I didn’t want to scare you.” Rem bites my bottom lip hard. The sting is instant, the taste of blood coating my tongue. He sucks the lip into his mouth, and I feel arousal soak my pajama bottoms.
“Don’t be gentle, Rem.” My voice is breathy, broken. “Just fuck me.”
Rem curses. My toes curl. I swallow a moan as his tongue tangles with mine and his fingers bite into my ass. “I’ll fuck you, wife. Just not here.”
My brain completely overrun by sex hormones, I don’t care who sees us as Rem carries us from his office to our bedroom. I kiss his neck, his face the entire way, my hips constantly rocking against him no matter how hard he holds me.
“Careful, little one, or you’re going to hump your way to an orgasm before we get to the privacy of our own room.”
“Oh, God. Do you think I can?” A foreign thrill fills me at the thought. The idea of getting off just by using Rem’s body for my own pleasure sends a fresh wave of heat to my pussy.
Rem turns a corner and stops. Using his grip in my hair, he pulls my head back until our eyes meet. His are dark, full of possessiveness and a thrilling need. “My little wife has an exhibitionist streak, huh?”
I open my mouth but can’t say anything. We both take that as a yes.
“Sorry, beautiful. Your body, your pleasure, that’s for only you and me. If anyone dared watch you come, I’d have to carve their eyes out with a rusty spoon. But…”
Rem leans back against the hall wall, his feet braced apart as both hands cup my ass. “You’re my wife and I want to please you every way possible. So, if you can be silent, you can indulge in a little covert exhibitionism.”
Gaze wide, I try to understand what Rem is saying even as my hips keep up their insistent rhythm against his erection.
“My men are just around that corner there.” He tips his head toward the hall past our bedroom door. “They’re on high alert, standing guard. They’re listening for any signs of disturbance. Do you think you can come without making a sound?”
Rem grinds my lower body against his dick, a self-satisfied smile twisting his lips when my eyes roll back. God, the friction feels so good. I don’t want to stop, can’t stop.
“Yes.” I’m practically panting. “I can be silent. I’ll be so good, Rem. I promise. Just let me…”
A wave of heat licks through my body as Rem nods.
He leans his head back against the wall, his hands supporting my weight as he grips my ass.
He tilts his hips outward so I can leverage myself against him using my legs.
I grip his hair, my upper arms pressed hard against his shoulders.
“Ride me, beautiful. Let me see you come, just like this.”
We’re both fully clothed. His skin smells of sweat and singed metal. I’m a mess of dried tears and unspent arousal. The cotton of my pajama top feels intensely rough against my nipples, but the bottoms are providing the most amazing friction as I rub my pussy against Rem’s denim-covered cock.
Up and down, I drag myself over him, swallowing a gasp when I find the perfect position against my clit.
“Are you wearing underwear under those PJs?” Rem whispers against my ear.
I shake my head no.
“So, if I were to touch you there, the fabric between your thighs, you’d be soaked. Wouldn’t you, piccolina?”
I’m so soaked. I bite my lip, nodding yes. Rem grins then swallows his own curse as I pick of speed.
I’m not going to last long. I’ve never felt such a frenzy to come before.
Rem’s body is big and strong and alive beneath mine.
His solid erection proof of his desire for me.
His humoring of my sudden exhibitionism proof of how he wants to please me.
I can hear the low rumble of his men just around the corner from us and something about the possibility of being caught makes my pulse skyrocket.
“Fuck,” Rem whispers. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this. So fucking beautiful as you get yourself off.”
A whimper climbs up my throat. I can feel my orgasm start to build, little bolts of lightning collecting between my thighs. I grip Rem’s hair harder, tighten the movement of my hips into small circles, focusing all my energy on where my clit is rubbing against his swollen shaft.
“I’m going to come. God, Rem, I’m going to come. Kiss me.”
Rem’s mouth is on mine, his kiss punishing as I squeeze my legs around his waist. We’re so close together I can feel the seam of his jeans against my skin.
Feel the ridge of his erection as I rub my pussy against his thick head.
Once, twice more and the fire ignites. Like a match catching, my orgasm explodes to life, whipping through me at a breakneck pace as Rem kisses away my cries of pleasure.
I’m only half-conscious when Rem starts to move. I bite my lip, resting my head on his shoulder as the friction of where we’re still touching makes me hyper-sensitive.
“Fucking, hell, Lena. I almost came. You almost dry humped me to an orgasm right there in the hall.” Rem sounds so shocked I giggle.
The giggle turns into a squeak when he drops me on our bed. He gives me a stern look as he unlaces my legs from around his hips.
“Now that my wife is temporarily satisfied, I’m going to clean off some of this blood. When I come back, I expect you to be exactly how I left you. Soaked pjs and all.”
He points at my pussy before striding toward the bathroom. My legs are jelly, my fingers still numb from how hard I was gripping his hair. I don’t have the energy to move, let alone disobey Rem’s order.
Rem’s order.
The thought of having him boss me around in bed has the opposite effect of when he’s bossing me around in life. I want to do as he says, I want to please him. So much so I feel my nipples peak under my PJ shirt and my pussy come back to life despite my recent release.
Eager to obey, I let my limbs feel their own weight, let them sink into the mattress so as not to move even the tiniest bit.
I’m spread eagle, my knees bent over the edge of the bed, my legs too short for my toes to reach the floor.
My arms are out at my sides. I’m open, exposed, despite the clothes I’m still wearing, and all my brain can do is trip over various images of what Rem is going to do with me when he gets back.
The tingle between my thighs intensifies. My nipples are begging for friction.
I could arch my back into my shirt, release some of the tension. I could slide my hand between my legs, find out how wet I really am. But I don’t.
Trying to keep my breathing at a somewhat normal rate, I stay spread out on the bed just as my husband left me and wait.
Not for long.
Rem is back within minutes, towel wrapped around his narrow hips, water dripping from slicked back hair. The soot is gone from his hands and face and the dried blood around his cuts has been washed away to reveal livid streaks of red. The angry skin around his right eye has only gotten darker.
I want to cover those cuts and bruises with kisses.
Want to use my bare hands to murder the people responsible for hurting him.
But Rem doesn’t want me moving, so I don’t.
Instead, I watch as errant drops of water escape his hair and drip down his chest, charting a path across his pecs and abs that I’m going to follow later with my tongue.
When those water droplets disappear beneath the edge of his towel, I lick my lips. Rem’s chuckle is pure male. “See something you want, piccola?”
“Hmmm. Very much.” My voice is low, sexy, and I love that it makes Rem’s dick jump beneath the towel.
“Soon.” He promises before stepping forward. “But first, a reward for being so good. You are exactly where I left you.”