Page 90 of Love Undiscovered
“You’re wet, Remi, you’re so wet. Is that for me?”
She nods.
“Fuck, Remi.” I slip a finger inside of her, she arches against me, whimpering.
“That feels so good,” she says, her voice deep. “Please don’t stop.” Her breathing gets heavier as she fucks my fingers.
Goddamn, she can move her hips.
I bring her lips back to mine and deepen the kiss until I make myself dizzy.
“Oh God, I can't, I can't, holy shit balls, Chance,” she cries into my mouth.
I slide another finger inside her and curl them slightly while pumping them in and out.
She's close, I can feel it. Her body is so fucking responsive. I crook my fingers and add pressure to her clit at the same time. She cries out into my mouth as she orgasms. Her muscles clamp down around my fingers. Her body tenses and shakes as she rides it out. Her inner muscles still tightly closed around my fingers. I keep pumping my fingers in and out while she screams through what I’m pretty sure is a second orgasm.
Yes!
I place my thumb back over her clit finding deep satisfaction when she comes yet again. Her entire body tightens, and I watch as the pleasure overtakes her, drowning her cries in my kiss. Her muscles relax bit by bit, and she buries her head in the crook of my neck, breathing heavily.
“Holy fucking multiples, Batman,” she says. “Jesus Christ. Chance Bauer. Where have you been all my life?”
I pull my hand from her pants and hug her to me, keeping one hand outside her jeans on her ass and the other on the bare skin at the small of her back. Loving the feel of her on top of me, with her face snuggled next to mine. Loving her reaction to my touch. Loving more that I could give that to her.
We fit, her and I.
Her breathing slows, and she raises her head and laughs. “Oh my God, that was so fucking amazing,” she says. “You, my friend, have magic fingers.” She kisses me on the lips, then the nose, then each of my eyes, and back to my lips. “I may worship you forever for that. That was just. Wow. Thank you.”
She starts to scoot down on my body.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m returning the favor,” she says with a wicked smile, her hands undoing the button of my jeans.
“Come here, beautiful,” I say pulling her back up toward me. “I didn’t do that so you would reciprocate. I did that because I wanted to touch you. I wanted to feel you and do something just for you.” I reach between us and button her pants and zip them back up.
“Well, now I want to do something just for you,” she says, her tone seductive.
“Believe me, there is nothing more than I want than to see those red lips wrapped around my cock. But not here, not like this. The guys will be back any second—”
As if on cue, the door swings open and the guys barge in.
“Whoa,” Carter says. “Sorry, man, didn’t realize.”
“It’s okay,” I say. “We’re decent.”
Remi pushes herself up, using my chest for leverage, which just serves to remind me that my dick is hard and my balls are blue.
“Dude,” Trace says. “Still trying to live the rock star lifestyle I see.” He winks at Remi.
Remi moves off me on the couch. I sit up next to her but pull her back on my lap. She kicks her shoes off and curls right up, like she’s been doing it forever.
“Beer or water?” Chad asks.
“Water,” both Remi and I say. He hands us each a bottle. And we spend the next hour talking and joking, like it hasn't been years since I’d seen these guys, and it’s the most normal thing in the world. Remi excuses herself to go to the restroom.
Which is good, I need a minute to talk to the guys without her in the room.
