Page 48 of His Surrender
I then described how I wanted to suck his cock and finger his ass. I touched myself, too, but was mostly holding off. My attention was on him—specifically on his parted lips and the soft grunts leaving them.
Who knew words could be so sexy?
“I’d then beg you to fuck me,” Remi stated, turning his head to the side and staring at me through heavy-lidded eyes. “I want to feel you pumping inside of me, Jay. Want to feel your body in mine.”
That did it. My hand moved with more vigor, stroking my cock from root to tip.
“How do you want me?” I asked. “Do you want me to fuck you into the mattress missionary-style or do you want me to get behind you, tug your head back by your hair, and take you hard and fast?”
Remi panted. “Definitely the second one.”
“Once you’re on your knees, I’d grip your hips and tug you against me before teasing your hole with my cock.”
Remi fucking shuddered as his eyes closed. His hand slowed in his stroking, as if he wanted the moment to last longer. Good. Because I was nowhere near done.
“Do you want this big cock?” I asked.
“Y-yes. Fuck yes.”
“Beg me for it.”
“Please.”
“I’d hold my cock with one hand and guide it inside while sliding the other up your back and tangling my fingers in your hair. Do you feel me?”
“Mhm.” Remi arched his back and peered over at me. “I want to feel you more. Want to feel your balls slapping my ass as you pound into me.”
“Why didn’t you say shit like this when I was actually inside you?” I asked with a mix between a laugh and moan.
“Have you met you?” Remi responded, echoing my raspy laugh. “It’s hard to think with you around. You turn my brain to mush. Talking to you like this, where I can still see you but not be overwhelmed by your presence, is much easier.”
“Overwhelmed by my presence? I can say the same about you. When you’re in front of me, I can’t think either. I just want to kiss you.”
A smile I could only describe as bashful crossed his handsome face before he averted his eyes. “Put that mouth to good use, Jay, and continue what you were saying about fucking me.”
“I start slow,” I said, watching his hand glide up and down his cock. “Sinking into your ass nice and slow, letting you get used to my size. Then when I’m sure you can handle more, I thrust deeper, my fingers tightening in your hair.”
“God,” he panted, his hand moving faster. “More.”
“I watch myself sink into you before yanking your head back and kissing your nape. I ask if you want it harder.”
“I do,” he answered, breathless. “I press back against you, bouncing on your hard cock.”
“That’s it. Take what you want.” I pumped into my closed fist, pretending it was his tight ass. A tingle went down my spine and warmth gathered in my groin. “Fuck, I’m close.”
“Me too,” he moaned, his hand blurring as he sped up. And then he gasped. “Goddamn.” His stomach clenched before his release shot from his cock, coating his hand.
That triggered mine. I groaned and jerked myself faster, my thighs tensing up as I neared that glorious finish line.
“Come for me, Jay. I want to see you.”
“Remi,” slipped from my lips right before my orgasm slammed into me.
“I liked you saying my name when you came,” Remi rasped, his chest rising and falling with his quick breaths.
“I…” I paused, not sure if I wanted to admit it or what it would mean if I did. “I’ve never said anyone’s name during sex before.”
I hadn’t even done it with Andrew.
