Chapter 39 Lena #2
Rem strokes the head of his cock against my pussy and I gasp, spine arching as I practically levitate off the counter. That’s it, the only place I can feel him, the hot velvet of his dick against the swollen heat of my core. It’s so much and not nearly enough.
Another press and Rem has notched himself just inside me. I arch higher, desperate to feel the friction of his chest against my nipples.
Rem looks at my mouth, his tongue slicking his lips as he pushes in another inch. Stars start to explode across my vision, my core clenching as I try to pull him deeper.
Rem presses his mouth to my ear, his next words short-circuiting what’s left of my brain. “You better hold tight because I’m about to ride you so fucking hard.”
I have just enough time to grab Rem’s shoulders before he grips my hip and slams himself home.
He’s so forceful, lodged so deep inside me, my lungs empty on a silent scream. I’m lightheaded, vision already fading as Rem starts to fuck me. It is primal, fundamental. A joining of bodies that blurs the lines of where one of us ends and the other begins.
Rem’s body blocks the light over my head. He’s a shadow above me, a force to be reckoned with. With every thrust, Rem drives me up the counter, dragging me back just in time to do it all over again.
I’m wound so tightly, so desperate for release I can’t even form words. Can’t even make enough sound to beg my husband for more.
Thank God, Rem seems as desperate as I am. His eyes find mine, his pupils so blown the brown is now black. Rem pulls out his cock until it rests just inside my entrance. His hand trembles when he grips my thigh.
“Up, over my hip. The other one too.”
I do as he says, wrapping my legs around his lower back, locking my ankles behind his ass. The move changes our angle, my hips tipping up so that when he drives home his pelvic bone drags over my clit.
My moan is shapeless. Shameless. I feel sparks ignite just as Rem slams his mouth against mine. And holy fuck is he kissing me. Like he can meld our bodies together with his lips alone. Like he’d give anything just to taste my soul.
I feel Rem’s hand slam down onto the counter next to my head. He’s caging me in, our lips welded, the rhythmic thrust of his cock making me mindless with the need to come. I squeeze my legs tighter, arching up to meet every drive.
Rem shifts the angle of his hips and sparks morph into fire. His tongue tangles with mine as I get closer to breaking.
Sweat licks down my neck. My nipples ache. I push my chest as high as I can, practically screaming when I feel the drag of Rem’s chest across my breasts.
My core clenches, pulling Rem’s cock deeper inside me.
I can feel how wet I am, hear the slick sound of our bodies coming together over the pounding of my blood.
Rem picks up his pace, pure bliss just seconds away as he hits some hidden spot inside me over and over and over again.
“Come, amore,” I hear him order. “Come.”
Rem drives deep and bites my lower lip at the same time, the two sensations, the sharp sting and extraordinary pleasure fusing together and making me explode.
I come. So hard I black out.
I’m lost in a place without light, without sound, where there’s just warmth and joy and this feeling of bone-melting satisfaction that soothes me from deep within.
When I slowly return to earth, Rem is brushing damp hair from my forehead, his eyes—still wildly unfocused—tracing my face with a look of wonder.
“Mmmmm.” Hands tingling, I find his face, outline his features. Hold him close as I kiss him deeply. It’s only as I’m pulling away that I feel his erection, heavy, throbbing, still deep inside me.
“How are you, little one?”
“Blissful.” I squeeze my inner muscles, loving the groan he makes. “You?”
Ignoring that question, Rem’s voice is pure gravel as he orders, “Get on your feet.”
“Uhh…”
“I need—” Rem’s restraint cracks. “I need to be deeper. Inside of you deeper. Like this.”
Rem disentangles us, carefully picking me off the counter and setting me on my feet. Turning me in his arms, he bends me over the counter, using one hand to press my chest against the surface as he positions my hips with the other.
I’m about to protest that I’m cold when Rem folds his body over mine, his chest radiating heat across my back. Despite the orgasm he just gave me, my heart kicks when I feel his fingers trace through my folds. I gasp when he kicks my legs wider, making space for himself against my ass.
Rem’s very thick cock is nestled between my cheeks. He sweeps my hair off neck, exposing the top of my spine. He licks me there, nips me as he strokes my clit.
One touch and I’m flexing my fingers against the counter, pressing my cheek against the marble surface to cool off the fire that’s suddenly raged back to life.
I’m still so sensitive. His fingers pull a shudder from me. The response seems to drive Rem on, his hips thrusting against me, nudging his cock deeper between my cheeks.
“I’m going to have your sweet ass, mia amata, but not tonight. I’m too far gone, need you too much. Let me back in,” he says, his teeth against my shoulder. “Open yourself for me.”
I do. Reaching between my legs, I find my entrance and guide Rem’s cock home. The stretch is intense, the feel of him raw against my over-sensitized skin.
“Fuck, fuck. You feel so good, your sweet cream all over me. So wet, so fucking tight. I’m not going to last long.” Rem pulls back only to drive in even harder, deeper. His breaths are harsh against my back, his fingers squeezing my hip so hard he’s going to leave marks.
Rem’s rhythm starts to falter, groans filling the air. “Touch your clit, Lena. Get yourself off. Make yourself come while I’m inside you.”
Forehead pressed to the counter, I bite my lower lip and circle one finger around my clit. I’m throbbing, legs shaking, nervous system overwhelmed by the sensations Rem is raining down on me.
He sucks on the back of my neck. I pinch my clit. My core clenches. My heart flips over, my eyes squeeze shut, and I feel my release coat us just before Rem curses harshly.
“Cazzo! I’m going to come on you. Fuck, I wanna see my cum on you.” Rem pulls out and I hear the slick slide of his fist around his cock before wet heat blankets my lower back and ass. “Fuck. Fuck.”
I collapse against the counter, my knees jelly, as Rem grips my hip with one hand. He uses the other to rub himself into my skin, marking me with his release.
“I love you, Lena Cosenza. Non posso vivere senza te. You are mine. Forever.” Rem curls an arm around my stomach, folding me tight against him, our bodies slick with sweat and pleasure.
His lips are hot when he kisses the side of my neck and promises, “Nothing and no one is ever going to change that.”