Page 47 of Give My Everything
Sure, I struggle with trusting her in general, with trusting any woman.
But I also know she’s much more experienced than I am. If the rumors are true, her sexual history reads like a Kama Sutra book mixed with the cliché shit you see in porn.
Sex in public places. Threesomes. Letting people watch.
So, no, I can’t tell Remmy what’s on my mind because the last thing I want her to see is just how insecure the idea of sex with her makes me.
I lean forward, wanting to say this with sincerity and—
But Remmy leans forward, too.
“Oh thank God,” she says, pressing her lips against mine.
Kissing Remmy wasn’t my intention when I leaned in. I wanted to tell her… What did I want to tell her? I can’t think through this fog as her mouth opens up and her tongue peeks out, tracing my lips until I let her in, eager to taste her.
She tastes like chocolate ice cream and sin.
She moans into my mouth as the kiss goes deeper, her hands rising to move into my hair.
Remmy gives my short strands a little tug, her fingernails scraping my scalp in a way that sends a shiver down my spine and along my arms, into my fingers.
God, I can feel her everywhere.
Her hands drop and rub along my chest, but when she gets to my belt buckle and starts to undo it, the metallic clanging noise has me pulling back.
Remmy, lost in a fog of lust, takes my retreat as an invitation and begins to climb over the console, slipping across with ease before I can say anything.
And then she’s sitting in my lap, straddling me, her hips pressing into where I’m aching and hard, exactly like I envisioned just a moment ago and…
“God, it’s been so long,” she whispers as her hips begin to move and twist on top of me.
“Remmy,” I say, momentarily giving in to the part of me that wishes I could get lost in her.
But my rational side knows this is a mistake, knows this isn’t the right thing for us.
“What do you want me to do?” she asks, her voice breathy, her eyes closed as she kisses my neck and continues to rock against me.
My hands flex where they rest on her thighs, her tan skin warm and smooth in my grip.
“I’ll do anything.”
She sucks on the skin at the base of my jaw and her hands grip me tightly.
I wince, knowing I’m going to regret this later when I’m at home with blue balls.
“Remmy—stop.”
It doesn’t feel like I say the words that loud, but they echo in the car like a whip, the sound blasting the rain away and leaving the car completely silent for a second.
She stops moving. Remmy pulls back and looks at me, her eyes wide as she takes in my expression.
“Remmy, we can’t…we shouldn’t be…”
I don’t know why, but I can’t get the words out. Maybe because what weshouldbe doing doesn’t really matter to me when I know what wecouldbe doing, something slick and wet and… I nearly groan just thinking about what almost happened.
“Oh my god,” she says.
I can see the mortification creeping through her body, the red flush that edges along her neck and up into her cheeks. She shoves the driver-side door open and climbs off of me, much less gracefully than she climbedontome.
