Page 7 of One Night Bride
Remington’s eyes heated and he walked inside with one stride. I shuffled back and hit the far wall of the restroom. He shut the door and flipped the lock, crowding me with his broad shoulders. I didn’t know what he did for a living, but it was clearly physical. I didn’t think I’d ever seen a man that large and muscled before.
His hand swept under my hair and cupped my jaw, gentle despite the calluses I felt against my skin. He paused, his lips a breath away from mine, waiting for something. All I knew was that if he didn’t kiss me in the next second, I might combust and burn out right there in the restroom of the hotel lobby. I went up on tiptoe and pressed my lips to his, which ended up being the last time he let me take the lead.
His lips parted mine and his tongue plunged in to taste while his hips pinned me to the wall. He positioned my head to the side so he could plunge in deeper, his other hand finding the hem of my skirt and skimming his way up my thigh. He tasted like whiskey and the way the midnight air clung to you when stargazing. His fingers zeroed in between my legs and a single finger skimmed beneath my panties.
He straight-up growled, the sound swallowed in our kiss. His thumb found my clit, and I gasped. He broke away from my mouth and kissed his way along my neck, tugging the strap of my dress down with his goddamn teeth. A single thick finger found my opening and surged inside. A mad scramble of nerve endings lit up deep in my core, pooling there as if to wait for more directions from this stranger.
I felt the draft on my breast from my dress gaping down a second before his mouth found my nipple, sucking it into his heat. I gasped again, the pull on my nipple talking right to the clit he flicked over and over with his thumb. Remington didn’t miss a beat, his mouth and his fingers working me over with a level of expertise that had me dangling right on the edge in the space of a minute.
“Oh my God,” I mumbled, squeezing my eyes shut, almost embarrassed that I could come any second.
“Let me feel you, Esme,” he said against my breast.
It was my name that did it. The name I’d had my whole life sounded completely different on Remington’s lips. It sounded forbidden, sexy, feminine. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and flicked the tip at the same time he shoved two fingers inside of me, curling them to touch that elusive spot most men didn’t even know existed.
The pool of desire in my gut turned to liquid fire, shooting fireworks up my torso and through the top of my head. My whole body shook like a leaf, my pussy clenching around his fingers as I rode out the orgasm. Remington’s mouth was on me again, his lips swallowing whatever was coming out of my mouth. His thumb finally stilled long moments later. I sagged against his chest, trying to control my breathing and keep my legs from collapsing.
“Please tell me you have a condom on you,” he muttered.
It was at that moment I realized the steel pipe digging into my stomach had to have been painful. I’d just met this man and yet he’d made sure I orgasmed before he even took his dick out of his pants. Hell yes, I’d give him a condom, just to see what else he could do to me.
“In my clutch.” I held it up in the air, surprised to see I still held it in my hand.
He grinned, though it looked tight around the edges. I flipped open the tiny purse and pulled out a bright pink condom.
His eyebrow quirked. “Watermelon flavored?”
Thank God for Vee and her foresight. “My sister picked them out.”
Remington plucked it from my fingers, reaching down to unzip his pants. “Thank her for me.”
My gaze dropped and I was hyperventilating again. The longest, thickest cock I’d ever had the good fortune to see aimed right at me. Remington rolled on the condom which frankly looked kid sized stretched around that beast. It didn’t even cover half his length. He might not be twelve inches like Vee and I teased about, but he was definitely in the double digits.
“I feel like I should taste test it,” I mumbled, not even sure what I was saying.
Remington lifted my chin with his finger, his eyes half hooded. “Maybe next time.”
And then he hoisted me up, my legs naturally coming around his thick waist. My back remained against the wall, but I felt positively tiny up against his huge body. He notched himself between my legs and slowly let me slide down onto his length.
“Wait,” I gasped. He stopped instantly, holding me there and clenching his jaw. “Just…give me a second,” I managed to squeeze out, needing a breath or two to adjust to his size. I sucked in a breath through my nose and forced my muscles to relax.
When I gave him a nod, he tipped his hips and slid another few inches inside. Dear God, I felt like he might split me in two. And like the predator I’d seen in his smile, I did enjoy him destroying me.
“Fuck, Esme,” he muttered, his hands gripping my hips so tight I’d probably have bruises in the morning.
He buried his face in my neck, his hot breath fanning across my chest. I wrapped my arms around his massive shoulders, wishing I could see them without the stupid shirt between us. My hands wove into his hair and pulled his head back so I could see his expression. His light blue eyes had darkened and the muscle in his jaw twitched. I pressed a kiss against his lips, wanting to see him lose some of that control.
“I’m good now,” I whispered against his lips.
The second the words left my mouth, his hips pulled back and then slammed back into me, the tile wall behind me the only thing keeping me in one piece. He kept pistoning his hips in a mad rush, his cock dragging against my walls, in and out, so forcefully I felt my eyes roll back in my head. A renewed ribbon of desire in my gut stemmed off into twenty, all swirling around in a frenzy while he pulled back to look into my eyes.
“I want to feel your pussy milk my cock. Can you do that for me, Esme?” he asked, all growly and dark.
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I nodded, the back of my head knocking against the wall, but I didn’t even notice. All I could feel was his cock filling me so completely I didn’t know where my body ended and his began. He broke our gaze and looked down at where we connected, my own gaze following. His hand left my hip to move my skirt out of the way. He thrust in slowly and we both watched his cock slide inside me, the edge of the condom disappearing. He pulled out all the way, the tip of him barely still in contact with my quivering flesh.
“Please, Remy,” I begged.
He slid back in, each inch filling my vision and filling my body. I squeezed my eyes shut and felt myself clenching around his length, somewhere in the back of my brain, stunned that I could orgasm again so soon. I sucked in a gasp and I screamed, unable to contain the sensations coursing up and down my body, releasing and tightening all at the same delicious time.
