The moonlight from the windows is spilling across her face, illuminating her wide eyes and swollen lips. She looks at me with a love so raw, so complete… that for a moment, I can't get enough air to my lungs. I cup her face with one hand and rub my thumb across her cheek, over her lips. I stare at her in wonder.
She lifts her hand to run it through my hair. When she fists her fingers at the nape of my neck and pulls my face to hers, I kiss her with every ounce of emotion inside of me. I kiss her until we're breathless and panting.
Eventually I leave her lips to start trailing kisses over her body—down her neck, over her collarbone, across her breasts. I suck a nipple into my mouth until Remy's arching off the couch with a cry, then I switch to the other side and repeat the same motion. I don't think I'll ever get over how responsive she is to my touch.
When I continue my trail of kisses beyond her breasts, I barely get to circle her navel with my tongue before Remy reaches down to cup my chin. "No," she gasps. "I need you inside me.Now." She tugs my face to further emphasize the desperation of her request.
I immediately slide back up her body and return to kissing her delicious mouth, bracing myself on my forearm. I continue to nibble on her lip, stroke her tongue with mine, even as I reach down to fist my cock in my hand. I twist along my length a few times before grinding against her clit. The motion elicits a tortured whimper from Remy's mouth, and I swallow the sound greedily.
"Tristan," she gasps. In her agony, she digs her fingernails into my shoulders. "Please, I need you. I need you inside me right now."
I shudder at her words, and I know in my bones that she feels the same desperate need to be close to me as I do. As I have since the night she first stayed in my bed.
I slide into her with one deep thrust, making us both groan at the feeling of my cock filling her so fully. I grip her hip with one hand and drop my head into the crook of her neck, my eyes squeezing shut as I try to both absorb the perfection of this feeling and force myself to make this last. Remy's hands slide from my shoulders to once again tangle in my hair. After what feels like the longest breath, I start to move.
I had been so wrapped up in my heartbreak, I almost forgot what it felt like to be so consumed by Remy like this—her scent in my nose, her damp skin against mine, her moans in my ear. The way she grips me like it would physically pain her to let me go. The way she clenches around my cock, as if I’m the only one who can make her feel like this.
I turn my head to press my lips against Remy's jaw, her cheek, her lips. I sink into the kiss like I wouldn't allow myself to do the last time we were in this apartment.
"Remy…" I murmur against her lips, my thrusts never slowing.
I feel her smile against me. Her hands run over my shoulders to cup my face, and she kisses me gently. "I know," she whispers. Just like last time.
Except now, we can say what we didn't know or couldn't verbalize last time.
"I love you," I say. I tell her with my words, my kisses, my body. I tell her everything I should've told her the night we spent here.
A single sob breaks from her throat. Her legs tighten around my waist and she wraps her arms around my neck, running her fingers through my hair. She grips me tightly as she tells me, "I love you. So much."
My heart explodes with happiness at her words. This is how it should've been a few weeks ago. We should've known that this thing between us was more powerful than just sex—we should've recognized that something bigger than us was pulling us together, fitting us perfectly together.
I've never thought about whether I believe in soulmates, but I just know that she’s it for me. If these last few weeks taught me anything, it's that life without her is unbearably empty.
I tangle my fingers in her hair and tighten my grip on her hip. I coax her mouth open with my tongue and stroke against hers, at the same time that I start to thrust harder, deeper. Remy's answering gasp makes me growl and hitch her hips up higher.
"I want you to come with me," I murmur against her lips. "I want to feel you come on my cock. Can you do that for me?"
Her fingers tighten in my hair and she nods eagerly. "I'm close."
I can tell she's about to explode when she starts grasping at my shoulders, my arms, as if she's trying to anchor herself before she flies away.
Sure enough, she gasps, "Tristan, oh mygod." The sound of my name on her lips almost undoes me, and only from sheer will do I hold off my orgasm for a few seconds longer.
Instead, I increase my pace, angling my hips in a way that I know I'm hitting her clit on every motion. Remy's nails dig into my skin as she continues to squirm beneath me, my name still falling from her lips like a desperate prayer. I kiss her one more time, pouring every ounce of raw emotion inside of me into her body.
"Come for me," I whisper against her lips.
I feel her orgasm tear through her the second the words leave my mouth. She gasps, her body tensing, right before her pussy starts spasming around my length. The feeling immediately brings on my own release. I groan as I empty myself inside her.
The sensation of finding my pleasure at the same time as Remy is unlike anything I've ever felt before. The feeling of wanting to be as close to her as possible is one thing, but experiencing the epitome of pleasure—brought on by our chemistry and love for each other—is the most incredible thing I've ever felt. I tighten my grip on Remy as we ride out our orgasms, wishing this would never end and knowing I'll be addicted to this feeling for the rest of my life.
When the feelings of ecstasy finally fade, we're both breathing hard and clutching each other even harder. I bury my face in the crook of her neck and tighten my grip on her. I stay inside her, not wanting to break our connection just yet.
Eventually I pull my head back to look down at her. I study the sated bliss on her face as I run my fingers through her hair. "I should've known this was something the first time we had sex," I remark thoughtfully. "I never knew it could feel like this."
She smiles, her fingers tracing the shell of my ear and running lightly down the side of my neck. "I didn't either. I didn't think chemistry like this existed." She pauses as something occurs to her and a grin splits her face. "Although, I have to admit, I'm glad you're this good at fucking because we definitely wouldn't have gotten together if you weren't. I would've ditched you after the first time. And if I counted correctly, I think it took us 5 rounds of sex to fall in love."
I chuckle and push my hips forward, my still-hard dick hitting deep enough that it makes Remy gasp and the smile fall from her face. "Remember when I said you need someone to tell you when you're being stupid? Well, you're being stupid."