Page 52 of See It Through
“I feel it too,” I agreed. “Give me more of it. All of it.”
He lowered his face, the tip of his nose grazing mine. “Remember you asked for this.”
It was the only warning I got before he let loose. Scooping up my ass, he elevated my hips, angling me so he could fuck me into the mattress. Powerful thrust after powerful thrust, he took my breath away. I was at his mercy, unable to respond to his ruthless pounding.
It was fast, harsh, frenzied. I clawed at his shoulders, nipped at his sweaty throat, licked his fluttering pulse. Remi cursed me over and over, and I kissed him just as many times.
Even though I had him, I craved him. When he hit the end of me, I wanted him deeper. He wrecked me, and all I could think about was putting myself back together so he could do it again.
“Hannah,” he gritted between clenched teeth. “Oh god, my god, Hannah.”
His wet lips found mine in a sloppy, needy kiss as he slid one hand from beneath me to glide over my torso. His palm was hot and rough as it moved up my ribs to my breast before pausing at my throat. I moaned, and his fingers flexed around the vibrations.
My brain tried to stutter on why Remi had to be the one to bring me here—to a place I’d never been. Why was this man, who I’d only just come around to liking, capable of giving me what I needed, like he’d studied a manual on my inner workings? Why was I having the most carnal sexual encounter of my life with a man who wasn’t sticking around?
Then he found my clit with the pad of his finger, and all my questions washed away with a wave of pleasure.
We rode it together, kissing and clawing. My leg hooked around his back, his hand around my throat, our eyes locked, and I couldn’t look away. It was too intense. Too much for the first time. Maybe for the thousandth time. But Remi had me in every sense. I was caught up in him, in how his body made mine feel, in his weight on top of me, his breath mingling with mine every time he made me gasp with wild, reckless abandon.
I came in an explosion of heat and desire, and still, he fucked me. That finger on my clit was as determined as the thick cock planted in my belly. His hand on my ass squeezed tight, teetering on too much without crossing the line. Nips at my lips and jaw and throat were soothed with wet kisses.
He never relented, driving into me with a force that had me bracing my palms against the headboard above me. And dammit if I didn’t love every brutal second of it. It hurt—in the best way possible. The kind of pain that made me remember I was alive and renewed the blood pumping through my veins.
Through all this, there wasn’t even a heartbeat where I wasn’t aware Remi was the man giving me this. And when I looked at him, watched him watchingme, I knew he felt the same. What we’d discovered tonight was strictly ours.
That made it easy to let go. To let this happen, consequences be damned. I lost count of my orgasms and the time. This haze we were trapped in made the rest of the world far away.
“Hannah, you’re killing me.” Remi shook his head, sweat raining from his forehead onto my chest and lips. He dragged his fingers through the salty drops and over my lips. “I want to come on you. Can I?”
“Please,” I whined, frantic for something I hadn’t known I wanted until now. “Do it. I need it.”
He pulled out of me, and I mourned the fullness he’d given me, but not for long. Ridding himself of the condom, he moved to straddle my middle, placing his knees on either side of me. I plumped my breasts, giving him a target. With a harsh groan, he jerked his red, angry cock in his fist. I was enthralled. His stomach rippled. The corded muscles in his thighs clenched. I held on to his thrusting hips and wound my hands around to his ass.
“Give it to me, Rem.” My neck arched as I moaned, utterly breathless with anticipation.
“Here you go. All for you.”
His ass flexed in my hold as he stilled, his head thrown back in agony. Hot spurts landed on me, dotting my breasts and chin. There was so much of it, thick and heavy, running in streams to my throat and collarbone, and I loved every ounce of it.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Exactly that.”
His head hung low, and under heavy lids, he surveyed the masterpiece he’d painted on me.
Brow crinkling, his eyelids fluttered. “Jesus, Hannah, if you could see what I see.”
I slid my palms from his ass to his front, smoothing over his hips and stomach. “Ifyoucould see whatIsee.”
With a shake of his head, he fell forward, bracing most of his weight on his forearms. Our chests pressed together, making us both messy, but Remi didn’t acknowledge it. He didn’t say anything, in fact. Instead, he kissed me, giving me long, lingering licks as he stroked my hair from my face. After everything, it was incongruously sweet, and I melted into it.
Eventually, our kissing slowed, and we rolled to our sides, still wrapped in each other. Our lips made light passes here and there, and I let my fingers trail down his spine as he held me close, his palm on my backside.
“I should take another shower,” I murmured.
“I should join you.”
“Probably.”
“This might start all over again.”