Page 47 of Before Now

I flick my eyes up to hers. “Are you making a request?”

“More like you fulfilling a promise.” She draws a trail from my neck to my chest, but I catch her wrist and sweep my thumb over her pulse point.

“We might as well take care of a few then,” I say, guiding her hand lower.

I use her fingers to drag her arousal up and press down on her clit. At the first hint of pressure, she lets out a sexy sound, and her lids crush closed.

“Not a chance,” I tell her, and they flutter open, resettling on me. “Tell me where you’re supposed to look, Remi.”

“At you. Always at you.” She rasps the words and circles her hips to grind her ass against my cock. I meet them with her hand as they come around.

“Good girl.” I stroke her fingers all the way through one more time. They shine when I pull her wrist up and aim them to their true destination, slipping them between her parted lips. “Suck.”

She moans, tasting herself, and I drop my hand back between her legs.

“Fuck, Foster.”

Hers falls away from her mouth and clutches the front of my shirt while I rub her slick clit.

She rolls her hips for more, my cock aching every time she moves over it. I flex into her, only for Remi to grind down harder.

As stunning as the visual of her spread wide for me, I slide my other hand to her breast and follow with my tongue, massaging and licking and sucking. I feel her breath come faster. Feel her grip tighten on my jeans where she’s braced on my leg. Feel the weight of her on me. The heat from her body. Her.

“What now, Remi?” I tug at her nipple right after asking, and she arches into me.

My fingers tease lower, circle her entrance, and retreat. It causes her to whimper, and she tilts her pelvis in an attempt to get them back. I hum, drifting lower again. I start to reverse, and she releases my shirt and grasps my wrist.

“You want me right here?” I ask, rubbing lightly.

“Yes,” she breathes. “Please, Foster. I need to feel you.”

Not the first time I’ve heard those words, but the first time I don’t have to just say, “I know, baby.”

She looks down, and I let her, my eyes staying on her face as I dip inside her. I thrust a few times before adding another, pumping in and out of her pussy, pressing my thumb to her clit.

“Oh God.” She pushes into my hair, hips rocking.

I watch her mouth open on a silent gasp when I stretch her with a third.

Remi used to ask me to show her beautiful things—this was mine. I would have given anything to feel her while I made her come back then. I’m right there all over. And, if possible, I want it even more.

Athudbreaches the walls from who the fuck knows what, and Remi flicks her gaze up, like she thinks I might stop, but I only thrust harder. “Fuck.”

“Just like that, baby,” I tell her, pinching her nipple and earning the sexiest sound. “Show me how this tight cunt drips down my hand when you come.”

She tips her face up to the ceiling and gives me my name over and over. I speed up, feeling her thighs tighten, her pussy, her hold on my hair. My other hand slides up to the front of her neck, her pulse wild beneath my palm. Remi brings her head up on a moan, then she clenches around me, her eyes all mine as she comes with a muted cry. Fucking beautiful while she shatters to pieces for me instead of giving me ones of her like she used to.

I still once she relaxes, both of our breaths unsteady. Her forehead falls onto mine, and the hooded look she gives me is how I’ll drown again.

We both ignore the buzz on porcelain from one of our phones. My fingers pull out of her, fucking soaked, and I drag hers down.

“See how good you did for me?” I swipe them through her pussy, making sure to graze her sensitive clit.

“Fuck,” she breathes.

She grabs the back of my neck, lids fluttering when I suck them clean. I groan at how divine she tastes, releasing her wrist. Remi keeps her touch there, trailing across my lower lip, and I shove my hand into her hair.

The phone vibrates again. And again.

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