“I’m sure. I need…I don’t know. I need something.”
“I’ve got you, beautiful. I know what you need.”
I start with slow, shallow thrusts, and she raises her hips to meet me each time.
“Mmmmore,” she breathes out as her hips rock faster and faster.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re amazing, you feel so goddamn good, so wet and tight for me.”
I pull almost all the way out and then slam back inside, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
“Yes! Oh, Remy, please, please…”
Again, and again I thrust into her, fucking her so deep, hitting the end of her each time. I angle my hips, searching for her most sensitive spot. Gwen’s fingernails dig into the skin on my back as a primal sound bubbles up from deep inside her.
“There it is,” I grunt, hitting her G-spot harder with each thrust.
“Oh, oh, oh, ffffuck!” she screams. She’s so close, so tight, her body stretching and tensing, preparing itself for release.
“Love being inside you. Love fucking you, feeling you, learning everything about your body,” I tell her as I pick up speed, jackhammering into her impossibly tight cunt. I’m fucking losing it and I need her to get there first.
“Come for me, baby. Need you to get there.”
With one final thrust, she cries out, her back bowing off the mattress and then slamming back down as her walls squeeze me so fucking tight. It’s the best kind of pain alongside the most intense kind of pleasure.
I lean back and throw her legs over my shoulders, gripping the headboard behind her, and pounding into her pussy again and again. Gwen trembles, her thighs squeezing my hips, her nails scratching my back as she falls deeper into her orgasm.
“Baby... So. Fucking. Good,” I grit out.
I slam into her one last time, my cock throbbing painfully before exploding inside her. I roar her name as I pump her full of my cum. Gwen whimpers, milking me for everything I’m worth.
I can’t breathe, I can’t think, my brain and body completely drained of every fucking thing. I collapse and quickly roll onto my back, pulling her limp body across my chest.
We lie there like that for who knows how long while we recover. I stroke Gwen’s back and play with her hair, kissing the top of her head every so often. I can’t find my voice yet, so I try to do everything I can to show her how much she means to me and how being with her like that was the absolute highlight of my life.
Finally, my heart slows down enough for me to think straight.
“Are you ok, beautiful?”
She nods against my chest but doesn’t say anything.
“Look at me, sweet girl. Please tell me you’re okay. I wasn’t gentle.” Panic seizes my heart at the thought of hurting her. I lost my damn mind and fucked her like an animal.
I feel her soft lips place a kiss over my heart before looking up at me. “I feel perfect,” she says, smiling so softly before resting her head back down on my chest.
“You are,” I say quietly, trailing my fingers up and down her spine.
A few minutes pass, and then I hear her breathing even out as she relaxes into sleep. I stay awake, counting her breaths and committing everything about tonight to memory.
“I love you, Gwen,” I whisper, kissing the top of her head.
FIVE
Gwen
Wakingup alone is about what I expected, though it still hurts. The bed is cold, so Remy must have gotten up a while ago. I cover my face with my hands, not wanting to face whatever today holds.
Last night, things were… magical. I don’t know what changed, but when Remy opened my door, I saw his raw need. I felt how much he wanted me. Almost as much as I wanted him.