Page 82 of Give My Everything
I wish I could transport us to my bed, to her bed—toanywhereI’d be able to focus on her and give her body the stimulation and pleasure I want to. I want to spend time on her breasts, on her clit, on her ass, make sure she feels all the pleasure coursing through her body that I’m capable of giving her.
But instead, I know we have to hurry.
And if I’m honest, my own sexual inexperience is making it known that I might have a hard time lasting.
So I place my hands on her hips and start to take over, fucking myself up into her with aggressive pounds that have her fingernails digging into my skin where they grip my shoulders.
I might come fast, but I’ll be damned if I leave her unsatisfied.
“Fuck, Ben,” she whispers, her voice breathy and exhausted. “Stroke my clit.”
I drop my hand and rub her, groaning when I feel her inner muscles clench me.
“I’m almost there,” she says, her voice strained, her eyes closed. “Right…right—oh my god.”
And then she clenches me over and over and over as her body hits the peak.
I’m right behind her, giving a few more firm strokes into her before I feel that warm heat grip my spine and race through the center of my body, tingling into my fingers and my toes.
I bite my tongue, trying to keep myself from making any noise that might attract attention from outside.
It feels so good to hold her against me like this, both of our bodies naked and sweaty, my dick still snug inside her, though it’s becoming more sensitive by the second.
I leave my arms wrapped around her waist as I catch my breath, allowing my head to fall backward, my eyes looking up at the ceiling above us.
“That was awesome,” I say, letting out a short chuckle. “Clearly we should have been doing that from the beginning.”
But Remmy doesn’t say anything.
“Remmy?” I say, tapping her lightly on the spine.
She pulls back, and I’m almost startled at the look on her face.
Her makeup is fine, her lipstick a little smudged, a few beads of sweat at her brow. She looks like normal Remmy.
Except for her eyes.
The normally beautiful brown looks muddy and dark, her face neutral and dull.
“You okay?”
She nods and begins to crawl off my body, but her eyes don’t connect with mine. If I’m honest, she looks like she can’t see me, like she doesn’t want to look at me.
I stay quiet, unsure what to do as she slips her bra back on and her dress over her head. She looks completely put back together in a matter of seconds.
Then she walks to the break room-style kitchen in the corner and rinses her hands in the sink.
I scramble to get my boxers back up to my hips and shake out my pants. By the time I’ve gotten them on, Remmy is walking to the door like a fucking zombie.
“I’ll see you out there,” she says, still not looking at me as she unlocks the door and exits the room.
What the fuck just happened?
CHAPTER14
REMMY
“I’m telling you, Remmy—if you don’t apply for spring admission, I will drive down to Hermosa Beach and strangle you myself.”
