Page 20 of Overachiever
I’m still trying to wrap my head around that after I’ve showered and dressed. It’s going to be a long day of trying to hide a constant hard-on until I get her back here tonight.
“Food and then the beach?” Remee suggests, putting her shoes on.
The words are scarcely out of her mouth when a clap of thunder shakes the room, and I open the door just as rain starts to pour.
God loves me and wants me to get laid.
There’s no wiping the grin from my face when I turn to face her. “So, about those orgasms…”
Remee shrugs and kicks her shoes back off. “Why not? I guess we’re staying in.” She picks up her phone and taps the screen a few times to check the weather app. “It’s supposed to storm all day.”
There’s an undercurrent of nerves in her voice, and the smile she gives me when I sit next to her is shy. Remee’s never shy. Uptight and anxious, yes, but she’s one of the most confident people I know. Her reaction is adorable, and as much as I want to fuck the hell out of her, I want to take care of her too.
Before the wheels can start spinning in her head and make her reconsider, I cup her face in one hand and kiss her. The way she melts against me, wrapping her arms around me is amazing. There’s no awkwardness. No hesitation. From the moment I touch her, I’m lost in her.
We undress each other, and having Remee spread out naked in front of me beats any fantasy I’ve ever had.
She reaches over to retrieve a box of condoms from the bedside table drawer and hands me one, watching while I set it aside. Crawling over her body, I feel her shiver when I murmur in her ear, “Not so fast. I’m taking my time with you. We have all day.” Her eyes close as I kiss down her neck. “And I’m going to make you come over and over again.”
“Jesus, Owen,” she breathes, and I love that my words are getting to her. Remee likes dirty talk. Is there anything about this woman that doesn’t turn me on?
She runs her hands down my sides, around to my back, then down to squeeze my ass. Her head falls back, accompanied by the tiniest whimper when I lick and suck her nipples. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me up, and she licks into my mouth with an unexpected ferocity that makes me want to fuck her until she begs me to stop.
Something clicks between us, and any thought of taking my time is forgotten as we become nothing but hands and tongues.
The cry that leaves her when I wrap my arms around her thighs and delve in with my tongue is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. She squirms against my face, but I’m not letting her go.
Friends who have sex, she said.
That’s not where this is headed, and I know that even before my name tumbles out with the pulses against my tongue. This woman is mine. And I have the whole summer to make her see it.
Before she can fully recover, I have the condom on and her legs wrapped around me. Leaning over her, I rub my cock at her entrance. “Are you sure?”
“God, yes.”
The last half of the word comes out with a gasp as I sink all the way into her. Holy Fuck, she’s perfect.
This is perfect.
Until I start to move and the bed lets out the most godawful noise I’ve ever heard. I try to block it out but with every stroke, it seems to get louder. Seriously, what is wrong with this bed? Bedsprings squeak, but they aren’t supposed to sound like a tortured cow.
Remee gazes up at me, her hands still on my ass, and her chest starts shaking. She covers her mouth with her hand, and one look at her has me laughing too.
“I’m sorry,” she says between giggles. “It sounds like someone pulling a straw in and out of a fast food drink.”
Yeah, she’s pretty much nailed the description.
“Other bed,” I decide, and pray it won’t be the same when I pick her up and move her over to it. We have no trouble picking up where we left off. Reserved, uptight Remee is nowhere to be seen for the rest of the day. We fuck each other for hours, with breaks only to eat and shower before we’re back at it again. It’s not just hot and sexy, but the most fun I’ve ever had in bed with someone.
Exhausted, we end up under her covers listening to rain lash against the windows. “Are you overthinking this?” I ask when she gets quiet.
“No, are you?” She rolls to face me.
She is, and I want to distract her before she can have any regrets. “Nah, I was just thinking about the abominable snowman.”
“What?”
“You know, like, exactly what makes a snowman abominable? Did he do something wrong? I mean, Frosty came to life and started following kids around.That’san abomination.”
