Page 65 of A Smooth Operator

"You want me, Doll?" His voice was strained.

"So much." I arched my back to get closer to him.

He kissed me again, and this time, we were frantic. I so badly wanted to hold him, but he didn't let go of my wrists. Not being able to touch him made me even more eager, which I was sure was what he wanted all along.

He began to thrust his hips, his cock rubbing against my panty-covered clit. "You're so fucking hot." He suckled a nipple through my tank top.

I gasped and began to thrash under him, desperately wanting to come.

He sucked hard on a nipple, and I lost control. My breath became choppier, and I rocked, grinding my clit against his erection.

He moved his hips, lifting them off me when I cried out. "No, Remi. Honey, I'm so close."

His breathing was erratic now. "I want inside you."

"Me too," I sighed

"But not tonight."

"Why?" I whined.

He chuckled. "I love the way you pout."

"Remi," I protested.

"I know, Doll. You want to come?"

He started to brush himself against me, and the tension built deep inside me. As I unraveled, I threw my head back, screaming. I hadn't come this hard, in forever, and that, too, without him inside me, was intensely arousing.

He released my wrists, and immediately, I wrapped them around him. He rolled his hips against mine, my release, making me moan in response to the aftershocks.

"You look so fucking pleased with yourself," he remarked.

I finally came down and laid contently under him. I felt lethargic. The emotional upheaval combined with a hard-won orgasm was lulling me to sleep. But I wanted to give and not just take. I cupped his ass and stroked his crease.

"No, Doll, tonight is only for you."

He moved away from me and got on his back, heaving like he'd just run a hundred-meter sprint. I snuggled into him. I felt him kiss my forehead and whisper, "I love you, Doll."

I kissed his shoulder. "Goodnight, love."

Chapter 24

Remi

Iwoke up feeling like everything was right in my world. Sure, I had a hard-on that could pound nails, but I also had my woman in bed with me.

Echo's lips were parted as she slept soundly, looking fucking beautiful. I had watched her sleep before, but I always excused it by saying I was gauging how deep she was before I snuck out of her bed.

The truth was that I was always smitten, and I loved to watch her, awake, asleep, whenever. It was just when she was half conscious it made it easy to stare at her, soak her in without her wondering if I'd lost my mind.

Even as she slept, she cuddled closer. I wrapped myself around her, loving the feel of her, the freesia smell, which was all her. I kissed her lips, and she smiled in her sleep, which I found fucking adorable.

I slowly pulled myself away from her after a while. She shifted and moaned but then settled back into sleep. I kissed her cheek, loving that I could, that she asked me to stay the night and wanted us to have sex.

I took a shower, my erection all but hurting. I palmed myself and closed my eyes. I let the previous night wash all over me. I could smell her on me. I could taste her. I remembered her moans and her demand for me to come inside her.

Her pussy was always so tight and warm.

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