Chapter 23 Remington
Remington
Hot flames of desire lick up my spine and threaten to consume me.
This burning I have for Lainey is hotter and more out of control than any real flames I have faced.
No woman has ever made me feel things like Lainey has.
Over the weeks we have been together it had gotten harder and harder to not break the barrier that she put up.
She requested that we take things slowly, and I was trying my best to respect her wishes .
. . But today all that went right out the window.
However, before this goes even one moment further, I need to know if she is on the same page.
Because as hard as my dick is right now having her pressed against this wall, and it might just fall off if I don’t use something other than my fist soon, I refuse to move faster than what Lainey is ready for.
I won’t lose her because I am a fucking caveman.
“Baby, I need you to tell me exactly what you want,” I say to Lainey, looking into her blue eyes that are drenched in longing and lust.
“Everything,” she says, her breaths making her perfect chest heave under my goddamn T-shirt. “Please, Remington. Give me everything, take control.”
Take control.
Lainey has no clue what she has unlocked with those two words. I want to give her everything she desires, take everything she has to offer. I grin at her wickedly and say, “My pleasure.”
Finally laying her on the bed, I move over her body kissing her neck. “Where did you get this shirt, hmm?” I tease her.
“Oh, this old thing?” She hums, grinning at me. Yeah, she knows just what the hell she is doing to me right now. Sassy as fuck.
“Take it off,” I demand.
“Yes, sir.” She responds instantly, and my dick goes impossibly harder. I never knew I wanted someone to call me that in the bedroom, but it sure as fuck is doing things for me, and I don’t want her to stop.
She whips off the shirt, and I am left absolutely speechless because she had on nothing underneath.
The last time I saw her amazing tits was weeks ago, and she wasn’t totally naked.
This time it’s an unobstructed view of creamy skin, rosy nipples that are peaked to perfection and just waiting to be sucked—and that is exactly what I do.
I suck a nipple into my mouth and tug just enough, swirling my tongue around, moaning at the taste of her warm skin.
“Remington, ahhh!” Lainey exclaims as I give the same attention to the other nipple.
I continue my trail of kisses down her stomach and reach the waist of her pink satin shorts, so tiny and smooth.
I want to fucking tear them off of her.
“Are you wet for me, baby?” I ask.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Let’s see.” I slowly slide the shorts down, forcing myself to have some modicum of self-control, even if it kills me.
No panties. Holy fuck.
“You have been bare for me this whole time, Lainey?” I suck in a breath.
“I don’t like to sleep in underwear,” she replies, as if it’s an innocent answer. I nip her inner thigh, and she yelps.
“All the nights we have spent together in the same bed, and your wet pussy has only been a thin strip of fabric away from me? I have been dying, Lainey. To touch you again. To taste you. Feel every inch of your skin. Sink my cock deep inside your perfect body.” Her eyes are locked on me as I lean back and pull my shirt off over my head one-handed. “What do you want, baby?”
“Yes, yes. Th-that. All of that.” She gulps nervously.
“I am going to take such good care of you,” I tell her, leaning in and kissing up her thigh. When I am almost to her shimmering sex she starts to wiggle more, seemingly apprehensive, and I say, “Is this okay?”
“You don’t have to do that, it’s fine,” she says in a quiet voice, barely a little whisper.
I prop myself up on an elbow and look at her. “Explain.”
“It’s just that I don’t have, um, a lot of experience, well, and I have only been with a couple of guys.
” I let out a low rumble that I have no control over, and her cheeks turn pink.
“I’ve never done that.” She glances down toward her pussy and back at me, eyes widening, hoping to get her point across.
“Are you telling me that nobody has ever gotten to taste you, Lainey?” I demand.
“Yeah,” she says, biting her perfect bottom lip.
“Good,” I growl.
“Good?” She is shocked.
“Yeah, baby, good. Now I get to be the first and the last man that ever tastes you—and I’m fucking starving.” I grin at her wide, surprised eyes and slowly run my tongue along her wet center, getting my first hit, and I already know I am addicted to her.
“Oh, holy shhhhit.” She squirms and I hold her hips in place. I work my finger into her tight center and feel her constrict around me. I can’t get enough of the sounds she is making, her sweet, heady release dripping onto my tongue, the way her clit is pulsing as I suck on it.
I want to stay in this moment as long as possible, unrelenting and free. I don’t hold back, feasting on Lainey until she cries out, shaking in pleasure as her orgasm rips through her body and she soaks my face.
I sit up and look at her. “I was wrong,” I tell her.
“Wrong about what?” she asks with breathless worry.
“I just found something that tastes even better than your kisses and your apple pie.” I smile at her as she buries her face in her hands and mumbles unintelligible things under her breath.
“Hey, no hiding from me.” I pull her hands away and kiss her, letting her taste the sexiness of her own release on my lips. She moans and tugs me closer.
“I think you are overdressed,” she says. Pulling at my jeans, I quickly stand and unbutton them, shoving them and my black boxers to the floor. My leaking cock springs free from being confined and points directly at Lainey, who once again gasps.
“What’s wrong?” I say looking down at myself.
“That can’t happen.” She is still staring.
“Remember what I told you before, baby?” Cupping her face, I kiss her softly, soothing her nerves. “It is going to fit. I know you are thinking it won’t.” She huffs at me sassily and I laugh. “It will, because we fit perfectly together in every other way, Lainey. Trust me?”
“I trust you.” She looks deep into my eyes, my very soul, and I know that the moment we come together, nothing will ever be the same.
I turn around in search of my wallet, but Lainey grabs my hand.
“Wait,” she says.
My stomach drops. Maybe she changed her mind and isn’t ready to take this all the way.
“Can we . . . not use a condom?” She searches my face shyly, like she is asking for something her heart and mind might not have totally communicated properly.
“Are you sure about that?” I have never in my life not wrapped it up, but with Lainey, there is nothing I want more than to give her this, give us this kind of intimacy I have never had with anyone before.
“I’m positive. I don’t want anything separating us, Remington. I need to feel all of you. I can’t explain it.” She has so much emoting from her trembling body right now. Maybe I was wrong, maybe her heart and body are totally in alignment, and I need to catch the hell up.
“Okay,” I say climbing over her and settling between her legs.
“I’m clean, I swear. And I have an IUD,” she rambles, nervous again.
“I trust you, baby. I am clean too, promise.” She nods her head and smiles.
Grinding myself against her I can feel that she is still soaked.
She sucks in a sharp breath, still so sensitive from the first orgasm I just gave her.
I take her hands and slide them above her head, holding them in place.
Lainey widens her legs for me, and I kiss her with a slower, passionate, possessive kiss, wanting and needing her to understand the way I feel connected to her at an atomic level.
She rolls her hips up toward me, begging me without words to fuck her, and I can’t wait any longer to be inside of her.
I slide my tip up and down her clit making her shiver before I slip lower and slide inside her hot center, pulled in by her greedy body.
I try to go slowly, letting her stretch around me.
Her breathing picks up and I look at her, eyes pinned shut.
“Look at me, beautiful.” Her eyes snap to my face. “Eyes on me,” I command, taking control, giving a few shallow thrusts of my hips before finally pumping forward and sliding every thick inch into her perfect body.
“Fuck,” Lainey cries out.
“Shit, are you okay?” I instantly worry that I went too hard, too fast. That I should have given her more time to adjust.
“I’m okay, promise. More, I need more. Please,” she begs.
Begs. And I will gladly give her any damn thing she wants.
I grab her leg and hitch her thigh forward, driving my hips deeper. She pulls me in, kissing me wildly, and tugs my hair. Her teeth scraping my bottom lips, her nails run down my back.
“You’re so deep, Remington,” she exclaims on a whisper. “I’m so close.”
I adjust my balance and grasp the front of her neck, squeezing just the right amount.
Her eyes lock on mine. The stormy blue blown out in pleasure, and then they roll back as I feel the tight walls of her body pull me deep as she comes again.
This time I can’t hold back. “That’s it, baby,” I say.
“Take everything.” We both explode, our universe coming undone and being recreated, rebound around each other in the very same moment.
Collapsing in a sexy glow, Lainey smiles up at me as radiant as the sun.
Her chest rising and falling in a mesmerizing pant, I slowly slide my half-hard cock from her body.
I watch as my cum drips out. She moans and looks down.
The primal fucking caveman in me snaps, again, and I do something I have never done before.
I swipe the cum dripping from her throbbing pussy and push it back inside of her, looking at it and then directly at her, not able to even say anything.
Then Lainey shocks the hell out of me, grabs my hand, and sucks my fingers clean. I swear to God, I almost faint.
Like I told her before, perfect fucking fit.