Page 43 of sWitch

Butterflies fluttered in my belly as I finished my food. “Oh, I know you do. I’ve experienced it once or twice.”

“Princess, you haven’t experienced half of what I can do.” Remy scooped me off the bean bag in one, effortless movement, picking me up and carrying me to the bedroom. “Do you want this?” she asked, hovering over me as I laid back on my elbows, my body on fire with the promise of her.

I nodded. “So badly.”

Remy pulled off her shirt, revealing a black sports bra, perfect six-pack abs, and intricate tattoos covering every inch of exposed skin from shoulders to hips.

“You’re perfect,” I breathed in awe.

Taking my hand, she helped me sit and pulled off my shirt, tossing it to the floor. Her hands slowly caressed the fabric of my bra before reaching around and unhooking it. The feel of the cool air on my bare skin mixed with the heated desire in Remy’s gaze. I think I realized in that moment that it was the first time I’d been naked in front of someone and didn’t feel ashamed. Remy made me feel like the most beautiful thing in existence—and that feeling was so liberating.

She moved to my waistband, tugging off both my skirt and panties and dropping them to the floor before standing back and crossing her arms. Her stormy eyes roamed my skin more intimately than any physical touch from anyone ever had. “You… There aren’t words, Fauna.”

Sitting up, I pressed my breasts to her stomach as I thumbed the waistband of her sweatpants. “Pants off?” I asked, liking the way she inhaled at just the brush of my hands.

She titled her chin in a yes. “You can take off my pants, but I’ll be the one fucking you.”

“Is that what you like?” I asked as she kicked off the bundle of fabric. “You like being the giver? Do you ever receive?”

“My pleasure comes from getting you off. I do the touching.” She leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “You do the coming…over and over and over and over again.”

“What if I want more than that?” I asked, lightly brushing my lips over hers. “What if I want to feel you too?”

“In that case…we scissor.”

I pulled back and caught her gaze. “Like we did in the game? You know, I’ve never done that before…but I’ve always wanted to.”

“Other than that, sports bra and boxers stay on.” She bit at my neck, intensifying the tingles traveling down my body. “And you…” She pushed me abruptly onto the mattress. “Lay on that pretty little back for me. I already know you’re good at it.”

Warmth fluttered to my core as I reclined, surrendering control. Did I like being in charge, or did I just feel like I always had to be? Did I like giving, or did I just feel like it was selfish not to? Remy took both of those worries away from me, and that felt really,reallynice.

I didn’t want to be in charge anymore. I was tired of being in charge.

Her palms were rough and electrifying as they landed on my knees and spread them apart. “No fighting against me, princess. You just lay there just like that. See? You’re so good at it for me. Spread your legs wide and let me see that dripping wet, gorgeous pussy.”

“Fuck, Remy,” I breathed. “You’re just teasing me now.”

Her smirk alone could have sent me over the edge. “I’m just taking my time. You’ve teased me every day since you picked my brother and not me. You should have chosen me from the beginning, you know. I would have kept you safeandmade you come.” She dropped to her knees, blowing warm air over my wanting center. “Tell me you fucked up. Tell me you wish it had been me from the beginning and not my idiot twin.”

“I didn’t think you knew I existed.” My words came out on gasps of breath as I waited for her mouth. “Of course, I probably should have asked you to fake date me instead.”

“Yeah, only then, there wouldn’t have been anythingfakeabout it, princess.” The first swipe of her tongue against my aching slit made me cry out from the agony of anticipation. “You were mine the moment I saw you.”

“Yes,” I breathed, raking my fingers through Remy’s hair. “You’re ruining me.”

“Good,” she murmured into my pussy. “You’re mine.” The hard metal of her tongue ring and lip hoops alternated with the soft fire of her mouth over my clit. My climax shuddered through me. I didn’t realize my hips were moving so hard, chasing after more of her, until she held them down firmly atop the bed as she followed after my second orgasm.

When Remy and her various piercings and rings of metal had their fill, she crawled on top of me. I instantly found her lips, tasting her kiss mixed with the orgasms she’d earned from my wanting body. “We taste nice together,” I whispered as she toyed with my nipples.

“We do,” she agreed, dropping her lips to take my nipple into her mouth. I gasped at the feel of the barbell flicking against my breast. While she sucked, her other hand sank between my legs, swirling the wetness that pooled there for her.

My back arched as two fingers slipped inside me. “You feel so good,” I moaned into her kiss.

Remy’s breath was heavy as she watched me from hooded eyes. “You’re a wiggly, greedy little pillow princess, aren’t you? So desperate for my touch.”

“I am,” I agreed, moving hips, my clit searching for that perfect brush of her palm.

Breaking our kiss, her eyes roamed my body while her fingers pumped in and out. “I want to watch as you come in my hand. Come on, pretty girl. Where’s my next orgasm? Is it here?” Her thumb moved to flick my aching clit as her fingers pushed deeper inside me.

---