Chapter 11 #2
“Like this?” Paige asks.
“Mhm,” Remi says, chest heaving. “You can … add another. If … you want.”
“Are you sure?”
Remi bites her lip and nods several times.
Paige slides her fingers out, and, this time, when she pushes back in, three fingers stretch Remi.
“S-slow,” Remi gasps.
Paige freezes then adjusts her speed, pausing to allow Remi’s body time to adjust to the fullness. Remi moans as one finger twitches.
“Okay?” Paige asks.
“Fuck yes,” Remi breathes.
Paige grins, then slowly works her fingers back and forth. It’s not long before Remi’s hips move to match her pace, then seek more.
“Perfect,” Remi moans. “You’re … doing … yes.” Her hand in Paige’s hair tightens. “Harder.”
Paige doesn’t hesitate, now pumping into Remi with a punishing pace that has pleasure zinging through her. Paige watches Remi, soaking in the way her body writhes, before lowering her mouth to continue her assault on Remi’s clit.
“Fuck, Paige, I’m going to come. Don’t … stop.”
Paige doesn’t dare. Remi’s stomach tightens. Her orgasm striking with such intensity she screams and slaps her thighs shut around Paige’s head.
“Shit.” Remi’s legs are locked, and it takes a moment of concentrated breathing to pry them apart, allowing Paige space to free herself. Paige’s fingers are still inside Remi. She moves to pull them out.
Remi clutches her wrist. “Slow.”
Carefully, Paige eases out of her, and she lets out a light whimper, feeling unbearably empty.
“Holy shit, Princess,” Remi rasps after she’s somewhat recovered. “Are you sure you’ve never touched a woman before?”
Paige giggles. “I mean, unless you count touching myself?”
“I do, because, shit, you were amazing.” She tugs on Paige’s hands, guiding her up until Paige curls into her side. Paige’s leg wraps around Remi’s as she hugs her body.
Paige’s cheeks redden in that adorable blush Remi loves so much. “Are you sure that was okay?”
She laughs. “Very much so, yes.”
Paige nods and nuzzles deeper into Remi’s chest. They lie like that for a long time before Paige gasps. “Wait. Do you need to check your phone?”
Remi lazily waves away the question. “It’s just our food.”
“Oh, shit. I completely forgot about that. I’ll go grab it.”
“No, it’s fine.” Remi tries to stand, and Paige playfully shoves her down.
“Don’t be silly. You don’t have pants on.”
“Neither do you,” Remi argues.
Paige giggles and stops in the doorway of Remi’s bedroom. “Good thing this shirt is long.” She winks and bends to reveal the curve of her ass. She wiggles her butt before pulling the hem down to cover herself and disappears into Remi’s living room.
Heat washes over Remi. “Hurry up and get your sexy little ass back here,” she shouts.
While Paige is gone, Remi leans over the bed in search of her phone. It takes her a moment to find it on the carpet. Like Remi assumed, there is a notification confirming their food is sitting on her welcome mat. But her eyes widen at the other message waiting for her.
Mom:
Stopping by to grab my crockpot that I forgot last week. I’ll be there soon.
The message is from twelve minutes ago.
Shit. Remi scrambles off the bed, completely forgetting her shorts, as she rushes to the living room where her mother’s familiar voice rings out.
“Oh, and who might you be?” A loud gasp. “Are you the girlfriend Remi hasn’t told me nearly enough about?”
Paige stands frozen in the entryway of Remi’s apartment—her face a deep splotchy red—the take-out bags clutched in her hands.
“Mom,” Remi warns.
“I sure hope you’re the girlfriend, otherwise I didn’t raise my daughter right.” Remi’s mom looks at her with a faux stern raised eyebrow. “And I know darn well I raised you right. Which also includes manners. So, you two get dressed, and you can introduce me to your girlfriend properly.”
Remi’s skin warms as she flashes Paige an apologetic expression. It’s only then that she remembers her lack of pants and, unlike Paige, her current choice in shirt does not hide this fact.
Fuck.
Remi covers herself with her hands as her face flames.
“Here, let me take this off your hands.” Her mom unloads the bags of Chinese food from Paige and shuffles into the kitchen. Remi uses the opportunity with her mother’s back turned to lead a mortified Paige into her bedroom. She shuts the door behind them and sinks against it.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know she was coming over.”
Paige stands stock-still.
Remi’s thoughts race a mile a minute, as panic creeps into her bloodstream. Just as she’s worrying about what Paige could possibly be thinking, she surprises her by bursting into laughter.
Remi reels back, brows pinching together, as she second-guesses what’s happening. “Princess?”
“Well, that was embarrassing,” Paige says between giggles. “Oh, my god!”
“I’m so sorry. Seriously. I understand if you want to hide in here, or leave, or whatever.”
“Oh, my god. Do you think she’s going to hate me now?”
“What? No. Why would—”
“Because I answered your front door half naked! She probably thinks I’m some sort of floozy.” Paige rubs her temples. “Not that there’s anything wrong with being sexually promiscuous or whatever. I just mean—”
“Hey, no.” Remi grabs her by both shoulders. “She’s going to love you. Trust me.”
Paige looks up into Remi’s eyes. “You think so?”
“Of course,” Remi says. “Trust me.”
Paige nods to herself. “Okay, your mom may be cool, but we definitely can’t have your first encounter with my mom dressed like that.”