Her groan deepens and she drops her head against the wall, her eyes closing. I continue my assault on her engorged clit, still using a slow pace because I know it's driving her absolutely crazy.
Once I'm satisfied that she's accepted this is my game and that she won't try to rush me again, I push a finger deep inside her. My thumb stays pressed to her clit. I slowly start to push into her.
"Tristan," she whimpers. "I—I can't… it's too slow…"
Before she's finished her sentence, I've added another finger and quickened my pace. My desperation is also building, and I can't hold back much longer. I kiss her lips hungrily as my fingers push deeper into her.
She starts trembling, and I know she’s close. I can feel it in her moans. She's soaked and getting wetter by the second. I can hear the sound of my fingers moving in and out of her and it drives blood straight to my already-hard dick. She's trying to open her legs further to give me more access—so I can give her more of what she needs. Her body is desperate for release. She's going to come any second.
And when I bite down on her pulse point, she does.
She gasps as her orgasm hits. Her body begins spasming, and I tighten my grip on her hands above her head to keep her from falling. I continue pushing in and out of her. Through her waves of pleasure, I can feel her walls squeezing my fingers, over and over again, making me groan as I marvel in the feeling of her.
Eventually, I feel her body stop shaking. I let go of her hands and instead wrap my arms around her waist—I can feel her coming back to herself and steadying her legs. She blinks her eyes open as if she just woke up.
Holding her eyes, I lift my hand to my mouth and slowly suck her taste off my fingers.
“Just as sweet as I knew you would be,” I mutter.
She looks at me, stunned, and whispers a simple, "Fuck."
I chuckle and kiss along her jawline. "That was just the first one,baby. Better buckle up."
She blushes at my words and fists her hands in my shirt, pulling me closer. "I still hate your fucking guts," she murmurs before pulling my mouth down to hers.
I smirk against her lips. "I would expect nothing less."
As she's kissing me, she starts to unbutton my jeans. "Remy…" I growl. I try to knock her hands away since this is my game to play, but she's adamant now about what she wants. She's already pushed my jeans and briefs over my hips enough that she can now free my dick. I groan as she wraps her hand around me.
"My turn now," she whispers against my lips. And before I realize what she's doing, she's sliding down the wall to kneel before me.
I brace my hands against the wall in front of me and gawk at the sight below me. There's something so provocative about this woman at my feet, made even better by the fact that she's now wedged between my cock and the wall.
She wastes no time licking the pre-cum from my tip. I hiss at the sensation, already failing at trying to hide from her how much she's affecting me. With a final smirk thrown my way, she covers me with her lips.
It doesn't take her long to work her mouth down my shaft, inch by inch, until I'm balls deep in her throat. She doesn't even flinch, just pulls back to the tip and then dips right back down until my length has disappeared in her mouth again. She tightens her lips around me and sucks hard as she bobs forward and back.
"Fuck, Remy…" I grit through my teeth. She's way too fucking good at this.
She ignores me and continues her furious pace, moaning every time my hips twitch and I drive deeper into her mouth. It almost seems like she's forgotten I'm here, like the only part of me that she's focused on is getting as much of my dick in her mouth as possible. The thought makes me want to come on the spot.
It registers in the back of my mind that Remy is very,veryfar from the prude I once thought she might be.
After only a minute, I realize I can't take any more. Her mouth is just too fucking perfect. "Enough," I snarl, stepping back and pulling her to her feet. I barely recognize my own raspy voice. Her body is pressed tight to mine, my arm automatically wrapping around her back, and I’m once again reminded of how easily she fits against me. "If you keep doing that we won't get to the fucking part."
She ignores my comment and instead grabs my hand, pushing it against her warm cunt.
"Feel how wet that just made me," she purrs against my lips. And I do. She's drenched. She's even wetter now than when she came on my fingers just a few minutes ago.
Did she really just get that turned on from sucking my dick?
Fuck.I am so fucked.
I suddenly have zero interest in teasing her or taking things slowly. I walk into the living room, pulling her behind me. Games and fun are over. I need to fuck this girl before I lose my mind.
I spin her to stand in front of me at the edge of the couch. With her back to me I place a hand on her stomach, pulling her flush against my chest. The other hand grips her hip possessively. I nip at her neck, loving how she shivers at my touch.
"I've been thinking about bending you over this couch all week," I growl in her ear.