Page 58 of Filthy Little Midlife Fling

My cheeks smart, fingers curling into the blanket. “Yes.”

“Spread your legs, beautiful.”

I comply, and I feel the bed shift as Remy kneels between my legs. He stretches to reach for the nightstand again. I hear the pop of a cap, and then his fingers are on me again—and they’re cold. My inhalation turns into a moan as he rubs, his fingers sliding with ease. “Is this okay?” Remy asks, voice gentle.

I make an unintelligible noise, my face stuffed in the pillow. His fingers are sliding up and down my cleft, and it feels so good I can’t make words.

“Audrey,” he says. “I need you to talk to me. Is this okay?”

“Yes,” I pant.

“Good girl,” he says, voice low. “My dirty, beautiful, good girl.”

One hand reaches between us, down to my clit, and the other focuses behind. I realize I’m undulating on the bed in response to his touch when Remy lets out a long, low groan.

I’ve never felt this out of my mind before, and I don’t know if it’s the sex or everything that came before. My feelings for Remy have grown so quickly that I can hardly make sense of them. I feel safe with him, comfortable. He makes me want to let go of the white-knuckled grip I keep on my control. He makes me forget to overthink.

With his hands stroking me all over, all I can think about is how good it feels to be in bed with him and how I don’t want this moment to end.

“You look so good like this,” he tells me. “You have no idea, Audrey.”

Pride and lust and a bit of embarrassment tangle in my breast. An orgasm starts to build below my navel. It rushes at me, so fast I can barely breathe.

“Remy,” I pant. “I’ve never—”

“Never what,” he says, voice low.

“Never done…this…”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” The word comes out embarrassingly fast. “I want…”

“Want what?”

There’s only one word I can respond to that: “More.”

Remy lets out a trembling breath—and then eases a finger in my rear. It feels strange, but it makes sparks go off in my blood. I make a noise I’ve never made before—something between a grunt and a moan—and Remy begins to thrust his finger into me before adding another.

“Please,” I say, and it sounds like a whine. I don’t even know what I’m asking for.

But his movements redouble, stretching me while his other hand works my bud, and suddenly, without warning, I’m climaxing. Remy swears behind me, his voice guttural, his breaths coming out harsh. I rock into his touch, needing more, needing to ride this feeling out until it tears me apart.

Then I’m being shifted higher, my hips angling up, and with his fingers still thrusting into my ass, I feel Remy’s cock at my entrance.

“Tell me if this is too much, Audrey,” he says, prodding at me.

“Nmmffg,” I respond.

“Need your words, beautiful,” he pants, hips moving in small jerks. He’s beginning to lose control, and I’ve never been so turned on in my life. My orgasm is winding down, but my body is keyed up.

I know exactly what I want. It’s the same thing I’ve needed from him from the very first moment: “Need you inside me.”

When Remy enters me in one swift thrust, a second orgasm blasts me into the stratosphere. I cry out, and then my vision goes white.

I barely hear Remy’s rasping voice through the sheer violence of my pleasure. “My girl likes having both holes filled,” he says, and another wave of lust crashes into me. “Filthy, dirty girl. You’re so perfect. You’re so fucking perfect I can’t stand it, Audrey. You have no idea how good you feel. Look at you.”

I’m boneless, limp, gripping onto the blankets with the last scraps of my strength. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, Remy pulls his fingers out of me and grips my hips with both hands. He yells my name through clenched teeth, thrusting into me with a few powerful jerks of his hips.

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