Page 51 of See It Through
He cursed again and dipped to bite my inner knee. “You’re a goddamn menace, Hannah. I’m going to eat every last drop of you.”
“Oh god.” My hips rose, seeking him out. “Do it. Touch me, fuck me, do something before I get mad at you.”
He clamped down a little harder on the meat of my thigh, sending electric shocks through my body. It was a struggle holding myself up on my elbows when my bones were melting, but I had to see him, to watch him work.
Against my live-wire skin, he growled at me. “You’re gonna get what I give you. That might be a spanking, or it might be getting your pussy licked.” His eyes found mine from between my legs, and damn, did he look good there. “Are you going to be a good girl for me, Hannah? Are you even capable of that?”
“What if I’m not?” I panted. “What if I can’t help being bad?”
He dragged his thumbs over my lower lips, hovering right above my clit. “Either way, I’m going to get my mouth on this pussy and my cock inside you. How soon that happens depends on you. Now, let me ask you again, are you going to be a good girl for me?”
I nodded frantically. “I’ll try.”
The corner of his mouth hitched as he lowered his head, getting closer to where I needed him. “Not gonna promise me?”
“I can’t promise not to be bad. Not until I know how well you can make me come. If you do that right, I’ll be anything you want me to be.”
He leaned in, swiping his tongue along my seam. “Mmm…you are something else, sweetheart.”
“You like me,” I accused.
He held my gaze for a long beat. “Every bit of you.”
There was no more talking from either of us after that. Holding my legs open with both hands, Remi buried his face between them. I was so turned on it didn’t take much for me to start writhing under his ministrations.
I fell back on the bed, my eyes slammed shut, closing out everything but his tongue laving my flesh. He was unhurried and precise, lapping at every solitary inch. When he got to my aching clit, he did some kind of magic with his tongue, pressing and wrapping around it. My hips launched off the bed, and my hands shot into his hair to hold him there.
Exactly there.
That spot he’d found like instinct had led him to it.
I cried his name, cried for mercy, begged for him to never stop. If he did, I would die; that was how dire the situation was in my pleasure-addled mind.
My ecstasy crested, careening into an orgasm to end all others. Belly so tight, it was unbearable until I unraveled, loose and free-falling. My grip stayed on his hair, needing to tether myself to something real and tangible when everything else had become blurred and ethereal.
“Rem, oh my god, Rem. I can’t, I won’t…” My head thrashed as he continued with his evil plans to rob me of my brain, my will, my entire body. It evaporated with each lash of his tongue. Then he had the audacity to slide a thick finger inside me as if I wasn’t already delirious. “Evil,” I panted.
He hummed and licked, plunged and curled his finger.
I asked for more, or maybe I thought it and he read my mind. Either way, he added another finger and drove deep. So deep my legs vibrated and toes curled. Pleasure leaked from my pores. It was never-ending as he pressed on a spot in my inner walls and sucked on my clit. My muscles quaked and bones danced. Skin on fire, nerves alight. Too much. Not enough. I needed… I needed…
“Remi, I need you inside me.” The realization poured out of me in an almost panicked shout. I had to have this man in me, and there was not a second to lose.
He must have felt it too. One moment, he was on the floor, and the next, he’d shoved me up on the mattress and positioned to kneeling between my legs. I reached blindly for the condoms in my bedside table, but he took over, pulling out a foil packet and making quick work of sheathing himself.
Then he had my thighs open and pushed toward my chest, his thick cock pointing right where I wanted him to be. His eyes met mine, a question in them.
I nodded vigorously. “Yes. Please, yes.”
Wrapping his fingers around his length, he guided himself to my entrance. Despite the two orgasms he’d given me, I was shaking with need. There was no relief as his blunt tip breached my entrance, marking the final moment of Remi being careful with me.
“Goddammit, Hannah,” he growled, driving into me in one smooth, hard thrust. He held himself there, nearly at the end of me. “Fuck.”
His fingers dug into the back of my thighs, and his eyes, full of anger and accusation, latched on to mine.
“What?” I cried, desperate for him to move, though I was still trying to adjust to the way he’d filled me to the brim and stretched me to capacity.
“You know what.” His damnable hips pulled out only to plunge forward, lodging himself in the spot he’d now claimed at his. “You feel that too.”