Page 57 of Only You
“I highly doubt they’re sleeping,” he says, but I can hear the smile in his voice. “We really shouldn’t.”
I kiss him again, rolling us so his body is tucked under mine. “We can be quiet.”
“No, you can’t,” he says, teasing me.
“I can, and I will,” I say, kissing down his neck slowly, breathing in the scent of his soap and the cologne still lingering on his skin. “I need you.”
“I need you too,” he says into my ear, kissing his way back to my mouth. “I’ve been thinking about something.”
“What?” I ask absently against his lips, wanting to get back to the kissing but also wanting to know what’s on his mind.
“I love being inside you.” I grin, nipping at his bottom lip.
“Good. Then get inside me.”
A soft chuckle follows and then... “But I was thinking I want to feel what it’s like for you to be inside me.”
The lust already starting to take over goes to an all-time high as I think about sinking into his sweet body. “You know we don’t have to do that.” I gain some of my composure. I don’t want him to think I need this. I’m more than happy to take his dick any day. Turns out, I’m a little bit of a cockslut—well, for Remy’s cock anyway.
“I know.” He sounds certain. “But I want this. If you want to, of course. I don’t want to pressu?—”
I cover his mouth with my hand before he can finish. “No pressure. When we make love, it’s for both of us, right?”
I uncover his mouth and can see him nodding even in the dark. “Right.”
I kiss him hard. “You sure you want your first time here?”
“We’ll wash the sheets,” he teases, but then he grabs the back of my neck and pulls me to him, kissing me, soft and slow. My body responds instantly as we push down our underwear, leaving us both naked.
I really kind of hate that we have to be quiet. Damn Phillip and Kellan for having to go on their honeymoon and leaving us here on the night Remy wants to try this. I mean, yeah, I know I’m not being logical, but I’m trying.
I slick my fingers, kissing him long and slow. He’s taken me in every position we could come up with all over our house. From behind in the kitchens. On our sides on our couch. In the shower—many, many times. In our bed. But this is the way I need him right now.
Underneath me on his back, where I can kiss him and know he feels safe and protected. Loved and cherished the way he deserves. I open him slowly with one lubed finger and then two. He asks for a third, and I oblige, relishing in the tight heat that envelops my fingers.
He pushes onto them, pleading quietly for more, panting against my mouth as we kiss sloppily. And soon, I’m slicking up my cock, removing my fingers and sliding into him, inch by inch.
His channel tightens around me, gripping me with each push inside. It’s almost too much pressure around my dick, the tight heat fitting like a glove. And when I bottom out, it takes everything in me not to come deep inside him.
I don’t think he’d mind, but I need this to be good for him. I need to try to make it last. I let him adjust while kissing his neck softly, and then his hands go to my back, guiding me to move inside him.
“Harder,” he gasps against my lips, and though I don’t want to hurt him, I test it out. Pushing into him and then pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back inside. He cries out, and I cover his mouth with my hand. Repeating the move over and over. I thrust into him, and his cries are muffled by my hand.
I lie down further onto him, crushing his body into mine as I find the crook of his neck, muffling my own moans of pleasure.
“I need you to come,” I say, turning my head toward his ear and breathing the words. Begging him to come as his tight ass surrounds my aching shaft. “I’m too close.”
He says something I can’t really hear as I slam into him, but when his back arches off the bed and he presses against my body, I feel a splash of cum between us, his ass turning into a vice grip. Then I lose it, coming deep inside him.
I’m breathing heavily and still on top of him, stroking slowly in and out, milking the last of our releases when there’s a loud bang on the wall followed by Cason’s voice. “Thank fuck! Youknow you could at least put a pillow between the headboard and the wall!”
I snicker at that as Remy covers his face with his hand and groans, “Oh my God. I’m not going to be able to look at them at breakfast tomorrow.”
“Yeah, you will.” I say, kissing his hands and lifting my weight up off him. “Or we’ll just have breakfast and all the meals delivered and hide in here until Kellan and Phillip get back.”
“Sounds good,” he says, his words quiet and muffled with his hands still over his face. I gently pull them down and lean down to kiss him.
“I love you.”
