Page 69 of Backstroke

“I am,” I agree. “Especially when it comes to you.”

I press Fallon into the blankets as I slowly trail my lips down her body, kissing the valley between her large breasts. Her chest rises and falls with each nervous breath, her eyes half-lidded in anticipation. My hand skates along her fevered skin and she sucks in a ragged breath. I drag my lips down her stomach, kissing and licking every inch of her skin, being careful of her new tattoo. When I reach her pussy I can smell her arousal, and it only makes me harder, if that’s even possible.

“Open,” I demand, loving her submission. She spreads her legs apart, exposing herself to me. Her slick cunt glistens from the twinkle lights above us.

“You’re so wet, little fox,” I praise, running my tongue through her pussy then swirling it around her clit. She cries out, her hands going to my head as I lick and suck at her. I slip two fingers inside her, feeling her walls automatically clench around me.

“Oh god, Remy,” she moans, her hips bucking against my face.

I continue to devour her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Just when I know she’s about to come, I pull away.

She looks up at me, her eyes wide and pleading.

I smirk, climbing back up her body. “Beg for it.”

“Please, Remy!”

I growl, my cock already at her entrance. She’s so wet and needy for me that I thrust in hard, forcing her back to slide up the blankets. Her eyes close on a gasp as she clings to my arms.

My hips thrust against hers in a punishing force. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper inside her.

“Fuck, Fallon. You feel so good,” I groan, my hands going to her breasts, squeezing them roughly and pulling her nipples into my mouth.

She cries out, her head thrown back in pleasure. I can feel her walls tightening around me, her orgasm building.

“Come for me, Fallon. I want to feel you come all over my cock,” I demand, my thrusts becoming harder and faster.

She whimpers, her body shaking as she comes. I can feel her pussy clenching around me, milking my cock.

I follow after her, my own orgasm crashing over me. I fill her up, my cum mixing with hers. We lay there, panting and sweaty, our bodies entwined.

“I love you, my little fox,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She smiles up at me, her eyes soft. “I love you too, my pink psycho.” I pull her into my arms, cradling her against my chest as we continue to watch the stars dance above us, our bodies entwined like fate itself.

If the stars don’t align, you have to find a different way to see them. And that’s what we did.

Epilogue

Fallon

It’s been a crazysemester. There’s never a dull moment with Remy near. Between his charisma and the whirlwind of drama he brings, it’s like riding a roller coaster without any seatbelts. Yet, despite the chaos, there’s something magnetic about him that pulls me in every time.

But it’s not all fun and games. His intensity can be overwhelming, and sometimes I find myself questioning if I’m strong enough to handle it. The highs are exhilarating, but the lows can be crushing. Still, there's a part of me that can’t imagine my life without him in it.

As I sit here, reflecting on the past few months, I realize how much I’ve grown. Remy has challenged me, pushed my boundaries, and made me confront parts of myself I didn’t even know existed. It’s been a wild ride, but one I wouldn’t trade for anything.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” His voice startles me, making me drop the small piece of charcoal I was using to sketch. Remy leans over, then drops it in my hand.

“I was just thinking about all the craziness that’s happened since move-in day,” I shrug.

“Aww, how could I forget the day I met my emo Smurfette,” he teases, making us both throw our heads back laughing.

“You were a real asshole, you know that?” He smiles, then pulls me into his lap, placing my artwork to the side.

“Yeah, but I got the girl,” he muses, tracing the column of my neck with his lips.

“Did you?” I tease. He pulls back, cupping my face in his warm hands.

---