Chapter 14 #2
Those words said in Paige’s unexpectedly seductive and commanding tone nearly tips Remi over the edge. Her thighs tighten around her hand, and it takes all her focus to obey and not come right here on her knees before Paige. Slowly, she removes her hand, wrapping her fingers around Paige’s thigh.
“Come on, baby.” Paige rolls her hips into Remi again. “Make me come quick, so I can fuck you.”
“God damn, Paige,” Remi groans.
Where is this coming from?
She doesn’t know, and she doesn’t care.
She does as she’s told.
Her mouth attacks Paige’s pussy with renewed focus, ravishing her clit with her tongue. She takes no chances and pushes two fingers inside Paige, curling them the way she knows Paige likes.
Paige comes with a scream, both her hands fisting Remi’s hair.
Remi groans, the sound a little pained and guttural, as her body begs for release.
She eases Paige through the aftershocks, Paige’s leg takes a moment to unlock its punishing hold, hooked into her back. Paige grabs at her then, pulling and tugging at her arms and chin—whatever she can reach. “Come here.”
Remi doesn’t hesitate. Her mouth collides with Paige’s. Paige digs her nails into the back of Remi’s neck, and she groans into Paige’s mouth. She’s not sure where this aggressive and assertive side of Paige is coming from, but she wants more of it.
They’re both panting when Paige breaks the kiss. The ache in Remi’s core screams. She tries to guide Paige to switch positions, but Paige stops her with a rough hand cupping her chin.
“No,” Paige says. She turns to the right, and Remi follows her line of sight to the ledge at the back of the shower. Paige tugs Remi’s chin back to face her. “Bend. Over.”
Remi hesitates. A small twinge of vulnerability washes through her at knowing she’s about to fully submit to Paige’s control. Remi is used to being the one in charge.
She likes taking the lead.
But she also enjoys this.
She trusts Paige. She likes the way Paige makes her feel. So she leans into the slight discomfort and gives herself fully over to her, bending as instructed. Her palms lie flat against the cool tile of the ledge.
Paige rests her hands on Remi’s hips and tugs their bodies together. Remi’s back arches, her nipples hardening, as Paige’s lips find her neck.
“F-fuck,” Remi moans.
Paige slides a hand up Remi’s back, gripping her by the back of her neck. She pushes her down, good and truly bending Remi over until she’s pressed flat along the ledge.
Remi gasps, her clit twitching.
“There. That’s how I want you.”
Remi lets out a needy whine.
“I like you like this.” Paige trails her fingertips up the inside of Remi’s thigh.
She spreads her legs further for Paige. “Please.”
“Please, what?” Paige glides her fingers through Remi’s folds before teasing her entrance.
“Please fuck me.”
“But I only just started.” Paige rubs Remi’s clit slowly—too slowly. It’s a tease that has her hips wriggling, seeking more.
Paige tsks. “So needy.”
“Princess, please,” Remi rasps.
“Well …” Paige sighs, her other hand slides up Remi’s back, her fingers curling in Remi’s hair, pulling a desperate mewl from her.
“Since you asked so nicely.” Paige pushes two fingers deep inside her.
Her body welcomes the intrusion as a bolt of pleasure makes her let out a strangled moan. She rocks her hips back.
Outside the stream of water, the cold air chills her skin, making goosebumps rise across her arms.
Paige pumps her fingers, picking up the speed. She leans forward, covering Remi’s body with hers. Her hard nipples provide a delicious sensation against Remi’s back.
Remi’s thighs quiver. She loses the rhythm of Paige’s thrusts, moans spilling from her lips. She was so worked up from pleasing Paige, she’s not going to last long.
Hell, she’s surprised she’s lasted this long.
“Can … I—fuck?”
“Can you what?” Paige asks, a hint of confusion betraying her cool confidence.
“Can I—fuck—come … please?”
“Oh.” Paige moves her free hand around to the front of Remi’s body and thrums her fingers over Remi’s aching clit. In a far more confident voice, she says, “You can come.”
Remi’s body doesn’t even let her finish the sentence before it propels her over the edge. Her orgasm rocks through her, making her hips bolt forward as the sensation becomes too much. Her legs lock as her body twitches, riding the waves of pleasure that crash through her.
“God damn,” she moans.
Paige holds her. Her tight embrace is a welcome comfort as Remi’s body slowly comes down from the high.
“Was that okay?” Paige asks when Remi’s finally able to stand upright.
Remi turns around and wraps her arms around Paige. “Yeah.” She laughs, breathless. “That was fucking hot.”
“Okay.” Paige blushes.
“Where did that come from? Not that I’m complaining—far from it.”
“I don’t know.” Paige shrugs, the gesture a little shy. “I’ve been fantasizing about doing that for a while now, but I’ve just been too scared to do it.”
“Scared?”
“Yeah, like … maybe I’d do it wrong or it wouldn’t be as hot in real life.”
“Oh, well, trust me, that was super fucking hot. Also”—Remi squeezes Paige’s butt and smirks—“you could never do anything wrong.”
Paige lifts one disbelieving eyebrow.
“I’m serious,” she says. “And I also want to know more about these other fantasies you have.”
Paige winks. “I bet you would.”