Chapter 10 #2
She liked it like that. The faster they touched her the faster the whole experience would be over. She’s never experienced something like this before—the desperate desire to draw this out, to relish in every second of pleasure she can.
She wants Remi to savor her.
Then devour her.
And to take her sweet time doing both.
Remi’s fingers tighten on her. “Fuck,” Paige whimpers pathetically.
“Not yet, but I will soon.” Remi kisses her again, and Paige can feel the smile on Remi’s lips. While rock climbing, she can have a little cocky side to her come out, but Paige wasn’t expecting it to manifest like this … here.
She fucking loves it.
Remi’s hand slips underneath Paige’s shirt, fingers dancing up her abdomen to her sternum.
“Shit, Paige,” Remi rasps when she discovers Paige isn’t wearing a bra. Remi hesitates, watching Paige for a reaction, before cupping her breast.
Paige arches her back, seeking more of Remi’s touch, as the ache between her thighs deepens.
Remi rolls Paige’s nipple, causing it to pebble instantly. She leans in and kisses along Paige’s jaw and throat as her hand switches to Paige’s other breast.
“Is this okay?” Remi asks and lifts Paige’s shirt halfway up her belly, stopping shy of her chest.
In answer, Paige pushes herself up to allow Remi easier access as she pulls it over her head. If Paige’s nipples weren’t hard peaks from Remi’s touch, they would be as the chill of the cold air hits her bare skin. Goosebumps break out across her arms.
Remi sinks lower, positioning her mouth above Paige’s chest. She holds Paige’s gaze as she wraps her lips around one nipple, lightly licking and sucking, as her fingers tug on the other.
Paige gasps; her legs spreading further apart.
“How do you like to be touched?” Remi asks.
The question catches Paige off guard. She’s not sure. She knows what gets her off the fastest when she’s alone, but she’s only come a handful of times with a partner—and only when she did most of the work to get herself there.
“I—um … uh—”
“Hey, it’s okay.” Remi presses a light kiss to her sternum. “Just tell me if you don’t like anything I do.”
“Okay,” Paige says. “And should I tell you when I like it?”
“Oh, don’t worry.” Remi smirks. “I’ll know.”
The corner of Paige’s mouth tilts up.
She definitely loves this cocky side of her.
Remi licks a trail down Paige’s belly. She props Paige’s leg over her shoulder and kisses the inside of her thigh. Paige grabs a fistful of the white sheet beneath her and bites down on her bottom lip. Remi’s fingertips dance lightly down, then up her other leg.
“Your body is perfect,” Remi says, voice quiet with a hint of awe.
Remi toys with the hem of Paige’s loose-fitting sleep shorts. Paige’s breath catches. Remi’s fingers sweep underneath the thin cotton. She doesn’t move for a moment, just watches the rapid rise and fall of Paige’s chest, before slowly moving her fingers higher up her thigh.
The dim glow of moonlight leaves deep shadows across Remi’s face, illuminating her striking jawline and the way her lips are parted, deep in concentration.
“No underwear?” Remi teases, a little less surprised after finding Paige braless.
“I like it.” Remi nips the inside of Paige’s thigh, then soothes the sting with her tongue.
Her thumb connects with Paige’s center in one light sweep.
It sends a bolt of pleasure through her, and she jerks, her thighs trembling.
“Oh, my god,” Paige gasps.
“Fuck.” Remi’s eyes sink shut. “You’re so wet.”
Paige cringes. “Is that bad?”
She once had a college boyfriend complain about it being “gross.”
Remi’s attention snaps up to Paige, looking almost affronted by the question. “Not at all, Princess. It’s the complete opposite.” Her palm inches above the place Paige is most desperate for her touch. “It shows me how much you want this.”
Paige angles her hips up, searching for Remi’s hand.
“In fact …” Remi’s throat clicks. “If you touched me, right now, you’d find out how desperately I want this too.”
“Can I?” Paige asks, not because she doubts Remi, but there’s a primal urge inside of her to find out for herself.
Remi shifts up and takes Paige’s hand. She holds Paige’s eye contact as she guides Paige’s fingers inside her shorts and to her center. Paige’s eyes squeeze shut, overwhelmed by what she finds.
Remi is dripping.
“That’s all you,” Remi whispers, then kisses Paige’s temple.
Remi moves her hand away, leaving Paige’s fingers alone on her wet heat, and she freezes. She’s thought about this moment, curious to what it would feel like to touch another woman, and while she likes how it feels, she’s also scared.
What if she does it all wrong?
“I haven’t—I’m not sure …” Paige starts.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Remi pulls Paige’s hand free of her shorts and kisses her palm. “Don’t worry about that right now. Let me take care of you. Okay?”
Paige swallows. “Are you sure?”
“Completely.” Remi presses a soft kiss to Paige’s lips. “I’ll gladly take care of you all, night, long.”
Remi slides her hand down Paige’s body. She teases the outside of her folds. Paige lets out a low, needy whine.
“You make the prettiest sounds,” Remi says. “I knew you would.”
Paige loves the way Remi says it, without shame or hesitation in the way she confesses how long and how thoroughly she’s thought about them together.
It makes Paige float, a goofy smile finding its way to her lips.
And it’s not just because it’s nice to know how attracted to her Remi actually is, but …
Knowing she isn’t alone in her fantasies.
Remi is all she’s been able to think about during her self-care, and she’s pleasantly surprised to discover her imagination couldn’t come close to touching the real thing. And Remi isn’t even done with her yet.
“Do you want me to touch you?” Remi asks, her fingers teasing just right of Paige’s aching clit.
“Y-yes.” She bites down on her fist. “Please.”
“Where?” Remi’s finger dips into the pool of Paige’s arousal. “Here? Or …?”
“Fuck!” She jolts when Remi touches her clit.
“There?” Remi dips her finger back through Paige’s folds. “I’m curious though. What about … here?” Remi eases one finger inside her, and a small cry tumbles from her throat.
Remi grins. “Looks like there are a couple of places you want to be touched.” She clicks her tongue. “Greedy. Greedy.”
“Please,” Paige moans.
Remi pushes herself up, and Paige whines at the unwanted space between their bodies.
“Don’t worry,” Remi reassures her. “I want to do this right, so I need these”—she guides Paige’s hips up and tugs her shorts down her legs before tossing them off the side of the bed—“out of the way.”
Paige’s ass is barely back on the sheets before Remi drapes her body across her. Remi’s mouth smashes against Paige’s lips. She wraps her arms around Remi’s back. Her hands move over the peaks and dips of Remi’s muscles.
“Wait, hold on,” she says.
Remi freezes, pulling back to scan Paige’s face. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“Nothing, I just …” Paige pinches the loose material of Remi’s shirt between her fingers. “Can you take this off?”
Remi smiles. “Of course.” She eases back onto her knees and rips her shirt over her head. The moonlight isn’t enough for Paige to properly appreciate the defined lines of muscle from Remi’s shoulders down to her abdomen. But it’s still enough for Paige to swoon over how beautiful she is.
Remi hovers above Paige in a tight black sports bra and dark athletic shorts. Remi catches Paige staring at her bra and asks, “Do you want to take this off?”
Paige licks her lips and nods. Remi lowers herself. Paige clutches the bottom of the tight band of her bra in both hands and pulls up. Remi’s chest is small. She felt shy before touching Remi, but this feels like a good first step, so she covers one breast with her hand.
She shudders at the same time Remi does.
The fit is perfect.
Remi lowers her body back down on top of Paige’s. Her fingers dance lower till her hand moves between Paige’s thighs. She covers her fingers in Paige’s arousal before sliding one inside her. Paige moans against Remi’s lips.
Remi lets out an almost pained-sounding groan. “I was going to tease you, but fuck, you feel so good.” Her breath hitches. She adds a second finger.
“Remi,” Paige groans.
“I got you,” Remi whispers, her fingers slowly pumping in and out of her. Paige’s insides clench, fire spreads from her core as her legs shake.
“There you go,” Remi coos. “Just like that. You’re doing so well, Princess.”
The praise sends pleasurable shivers dancing across Paige’s skin. She inhales sharply as Remi picks up the pace of her thrusts. She does something—her angle shifting or fingers curling—that makes Paige’s hips buck.
Her belly tenses, and an unexpected wave builds inside her. She digs her fingers into Remi’s back and lets out a strangled cry as her orgasm crashes over her—she feels it through every inch of her body, all the way down to her toes.
Remi guides Paige through the aftershocks, whispering softly into her ear. They lay there a while, limbs tangled together, until Paige’s ragged breathing slows.
“That’s—that’s never happened before,” Paige says.
“What?” Remi rests her chin on Paige’s belly to look up at her.
“I’ve never …come that fast before. Or … without having to help.” Paige winces, embarrassed to have to admit that.
“Hey.” Remi moves the hands Paige used to hide her face. “It’s nothing to feel ashamed of.” She kisses Paige’s forehead. “I’m glad I could make you feel good.” She interlaces their fingers and squeezes her hand. “And I’ll make you feel good as many times as you want.”
The words coax a grin onto Paige’s lips.
She does like the sound of that.
Remi makes Paige feel good so many times that night she loses count.