then there are no more words as I kiss her again, her hand reaching between us to feed me inside. The sensation is sublime, her soft slickness cradling me. I grit my teeth against the sudden desire to give in, to let her pull me under, my eyes rolling closed. As I fight the moment, I almost miss her reaction. Which would’ve been a shame worth crying over as she inhales a sharp breath, her words falling in a rush as she adjusts to my thickness.
‘I forgot how big you are.’
‘You’re about to get a reminder.’ I almost smirk, reining it in at the last minute for a modest smile. ‘Feel free to tell me how big my cock is anytime.’
As she giggles. Oh, mon Dieu, the sensation.
‘I’ve been dreaming of this since our first time.’ Unable to resist, I rotate my hips, my pelvis brushing her slickly swollen clit. As I pull back almost to the tip, she makes the most wonderful sound, her pussy clenching around my retreat, her hands tightening on my shoulders as though she fears I might remove myself completely.
As if that is even possible.
‘Mon Dieu,’ I growl. ‘You are perfect.’ My hand skates down her body and behind her knee, her body opening for me like a hothouse flower.
‘Oh, Remy, that . . . that feels so good.’
At her tone, my brain all but shuts down. I’m almost certain my eyes roll back in my head as her hot walls squeeze me again, a throbbing sensory memory of our first night. The night where it all began. I might have released her from my arms. I might’ve climbed out of her bed. I might then have turned my face from her, but she never once left my head.
My body undulates against hers, and she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen as she writhes against me, taking her relief. I slide out and push back in, rotate my hips, then repeat the process until she’s whimpering. I begin to drive inside her again and again until her whimpers turn to cries, her fingers beginning to score the skin of my back in a kind of torturous encouragement. Unable to get close enough, I cup her backside in my hands as I whisper a liturgy of filth in her ear. I feel the moment when it arrives, the moment her world comes undone, her pussy bleeding me of all I am worth. And, my God, that isn’t very much as everything narrows, leaving us just thig. My movements are frantic as I try to fuck my madness and possession into her. I want to be deep inside her, own her. Leave my mark. I want to keep fucking her until all that remains are our empty husks. The intensity builds with the collision of skin, growing and expanding until there is nothing but this—this moment.
This joining in all its head emptying, muscle twisting glory.
This exquisite and yet torturous release.
19
Rose
The following morning—the morning following the afternoon spent in Remy’s arms, christening several surfaces including the piano (lid down after my butt played a few discordant cords) his pristine and tidy desk, the shockingly cold kitchen worktop, along with a little fooling around out by the moonlit pool—I feel the most content I can ever remember being in quite some time. I mean, it’s not like I’m one of those people who live for misery, the kind who looks on life as a glass half full. But for the first time, I feel like my glass is overflowing.
The morning sun shining through the drapes gives Remy’s bedroom a silvery, almost ethereal feel as I slip from his enormous bed and pad over to the adjoining bathroom to brush my teeth, once again grabbing Remy’s discarded shirt to cover my nakedness. I’d more or less made the garment my own late yesterday, though as I press my nose into the collar, I realise with a tiny burst of pleasure that it still smells like him. Like rich and sensual, like bergamot, spice and the heady scent of his skin. It doesn’t, however, look quite so pristine, stained, and crumpled as it is in my reflection. My hair also looks like an opossum has nested in it overnight and I am definitely going to make use of my company scarf for the coming week. But those aren’t the things that catch me off guard because, as I close the bathroom door behind me, I realise I’m smiling.