Page 97 of Give My Everything
I feel like a different man with her today than I was at the art gallery. The man at Sheldon House was barely able to restrain himself, barely holding on to his orgasm before Remmy got hers.
Today, I’munrestrained. My body is so focused on hers, on giving her exactly what she wants, that I feel like I could give her anything, be anything.
She wants to be fucked into the floor? I’m on it.
She wants a little bit of pain? I’m there.
I didn’t even know sex this aggressive could feel this good, but fuck me if I’m not willing to follow Remmy on whatever pathway she wants to lead me down.
“Yessss,” she says, her body already beginning to fall over. “I’m…oh fuck, Ben. I’m coming.”
“I know,” I say, sweat dripping off my face at the exertion as I keep hitting that one spot inside her. My entire body feels primed and ready to let loose at the feel of her clenching around me. But I don’t want to come yet. I’m not ready for this to be over.
“And you’re gonna come again.”
Her eyes fly open and she watches me as I keep going. As I continue to work, to press in and draw out, our skin slapping and echoing through my house.
I don’t know how long it goes on, how long it takes, but I know my back is screaming and my muscles are nearing exhaustion when I feel her digging her heels into my calves, when I feel her arms holding me tight as she begins to shout out another release.
At the feeling of it, I finally allow myself to focus on my own, hitting inside her a few more times before I pull out and begin to jerk myself.
Remmy watches, her body a sweaty, replete mass of bonelessness on the ground in front of me.
“Shit, Remmy. I’m right there…it’s…yes.”
I come, shooting along her chest and stomach, feeling the ripple throughout my entire body before I collapse to the side, my body unable to hold itself up any longer.
We both lie there, panting aggressive breaths, cool tile slick underneath us. She shifts her body, turning to the side and wrapping her arm around my middle.
I take the hint and push my bicep under her head so she isn’t sprawled just on the floor and we can snuggle up together.
After a few minutes, Remmy starts to giggle. I look down at her, finding her eyes already looking up at me.
“What’s so funny?”
She shakes her head.
“Fuck the ice cream,” she says, her voice dropping deep in imitation of what I said to her at the start of this.
And then she starts giggling again, the sound splitting my chest wide open and sewing it back together again.
I turn fully on my side and yank her close, moving her body slightly so I can bring her face up close to mine, and then I press my lips against hers, cutting her giggle off.
It feels so good like this, with her.
A loud boom from behind me startles us, and we both pull back. I spin my head around and see someone bolting in through the front door.
Remmy presses herself closer to me, hiding the front of her body along mine.
“What the fuck?” I yell, trying to move to cover Remmy but also to figure out what’s going on.
“Get the fuck up and get your clothes on.”
My entire body jolts at the sound of Wyatt’s voice.
“I’m not looking. Just get up and get dressed. Right now.”
“What the fuck is going on?” I say, standing and grabbing my boxers as Remmy tugs on her bra and slides to the side so she’s protected from Wyatt’s view by the kitchen island.
