Page 54 of Wire
It doesn’t. Instead, the giggles get worse, until she’s snorting and I’m starting to soften.
“Quick Wire! I’m dying here! I need to come and you’re taking too long!”
“Dammit, Remy, I can’t do it if you keep laughing!”
“I can’t help it, you ass! I’m nervous and I’m horny and I don’t know what to do!” In that one sentence she goes from anger, to lust to frustration so I press my lips to hers, kissing the living daylights out of her as I press forward, the crown of my cock breaching her entrance, both of us tearing our lips apart as we groan at the feeling of becoming one.
She’s tight as hell and I have to think about my cameras and my brothers and my family to stop from blowing my load. Pulling back, I rock in and out of her heavenly pussy, getting deeper and deeper until I’m fully seated, my balls nestled against her luscious ass.
There are tears pooling in her eyes, and my stomach clenches, thinking I’ve hurt her.
“Baby, are you OK? Do you need me to stop?” I’m resting on my elbows, my large dark hands cupping her pale face, my thumbs brushing tears from her cheeks.
“No, it’s perfect. You’re perfect.” She cups my face and beams at me, pecking me on the lips before pulling back. “Now fuck me.”
Chapter Seventeen
Remy
I’m not sure exactly what happens but I think Wire hearing me cuss snaps what little restraint he’s been holding on to. I’m not some delicate flower, even though I know that’s how a lot of people view me. I may be a virgin, but it’s not like I don’t own my own toys. I’ve been using them religiously since I met Wire.
He pulls out until it feels like I’m going to lose contact and then he thrusts back in, my boobs bouncing in a way that pleases him because he smirks down at me, swivels his hips and then does it again, and again, until I feel like I’m going to go crazy. My vision is hazy, my head in a fog of lust, the slapping of our bodies driving me higher and higher toward my peak, but I’m unable to fall over the edge just yet.
“God damn baby, you feel so good wrapped about my cock. Look at that perfect pink pussy taking me. Look baby, look at us,”
Wire’s words break through the fog and I open my eyes, tipping my head up to look between our two bodies. Wire cups the back of my head, pulling me up to almost sitting so I can seethe darker skin of his cock gliding in and out of me, covered in my juices. It’s so obscene and hot that I can’t tear my eyes away.
“Do you like watching me claim you? Do you like knowing that my cock is the only one that’s allowed in this little pussy?” He pulls his cock out, grips the base and slaps it against my clit before sliding it up and down between my lips. My hips buck of their own accord and I try to angle them to draw him back where I need him, where he belongs. I must time it right because on his next glide between my lips I lift my hips, angle them up and over and capture him exactly where I need him.
We both groan in pleasure as he sinks deep inside me again. Raising my leg, he places one, and then the other, on his shoulders, leans his weight forward on his hands beside my head and powers into me, my body nearly folded in half. The mushroom head of his cock is hitting me exactly where I need him, over and over until I’m hurtling to my orgasm, lights dancing behind my eyes and a wail ripping from my chest.
My legs shake as I try to catch my breath, but it’s no use. Now that I’ve fallen into the abyss, Wire is on a mission to join me. His hips stutter, his rhythm grows jerky as he lets out a grunt and then a deep moan, but he doesn’t stop pumping his hips. He glides in and out of me, getting slower and gentler with every pass, the noise of our combined juices making sounds that would normally make me giggle if I wasn’t so spent. After long, leisurely moments, my legs slide off his shoulders and he lands gently beside me on the bed, his large palm spread on my stomach, as if he doesn’t want our connection to break just yet.
“Fuck baby, that was incredible,”
I roll my head to look at him beside me, a silly grin on his face and his eyes hooded.
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” I tease, but his face darkens at my comment.
Raising up to his elbow, he looms over me and I notice just how large this man is. He seems gentle, less imposing and dangerous than some of the other brothers, but that’s just because of his nature. I’m sure if Wire needed to, he’d be able to use his size to his advantage. But not with me, never with me.
“Rem, all those other girls, they meant nothing. They were nameless, faceless pussy. A vehicle to scratch an itch. I know that sounds fucked up, but it’s true. You, Remington Wright, you own a part of me that no one else ever has. Our connection, that’s what made our fucking incredible.” He gazes down at me, willing me to believe his words, and I do.
“It felt the same for me. Although, I haven’t had a lot of nameless dick, so maybe I need to try some out just in-” A squeal is pulled from me as Wire rolls me over and slaps me on the ass before rolling me back toward him.
“No fucking way. You’re mine,” he growls in my ear, causing my body to go soft against his.
Dropping a kiss on his chest, I look up at him. “And you’re mine.”
“Let’s get cleaned up, then you need to sleep. You were up late last night, had a long day at work, were fucking kidnapped, saved yourself and then you had your first taste of dick. You need to rest so I can mess you up all over again.”
Pulling my boneless body up from the bed, he slaps my butt on his way to the bathroom, checking the water temp before we get messy all over again.
***
Something hot, damp, and thrashing wakes me with a start, and it takes a moment to register where I am. The smell calms me immediately, the rich and slightly spicy scent of Wire. His body is taut on the bed next to mine. He tosses, turns and moans, as if fighting an invisible enemy. I imagine most women would panic, they’d lay hands on their men and try to wakethem, but I know Wire. I know that waking him in that way will cause him to lash out at me, then he’ll be riddled with guilt. I’ve known about Wire’s PTSD since he came back from deployment years ago. He’s shared with me his dreams and his nightmares and how his PTSD affects him. For years he’s asked over and over if that makes him weak, or scares me. But I’ve known this man since we were kids, so instead of getting upset or looking at him with anything but love, I sit here, next to him, and recite one of my favorite stories as a kid. Keeping my voice in calm, hushed tones, I wait for him to work through the scenes in his mind, until after however long he opens his eyes and gazes at me.
He looks haunted and vulnerable, much like Jovie did earlier. And like I did with her, I lie with him wrapped in my arms, my hands in his hair, his hands stroking my back. His heart rate is still rapid, but he’s breathing easier now.