The Amber Shift

Story Branch | Remi & Noelle Uninterrupted

Noelle

I slide my panties back on, not taking my eyes off Remi. He's eager to feel my hands on him, and I don't blame him. If what he just did to my body is any indication of his desire, he must be on the verge of the most blissful pain. I help him glide down his zipper and ease my hand into his pants. Even with the thin material of his boxers between us, the heat coming off him is intense. I curl my fingers around him to find him just as I expected...hard as stone.

"Fuck," he hisses, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.

He is beautiful like this, completely at my mercy. I've never felt more powerful in my life. I have no doubt that he would do anything I wanted without question. The flood my mind. One image stands out from the others. I picture Remi's bronze fingers wrapped around his length, stroking it slowly. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to the new wave of desire that washes over me. I want to watch him touch himself while thinking of only me.

"Remi, would you..." The words get stuck in my throat, my bravery deflating.

His brown eyes lock with mine and his voice is raspy with need as he says, "Anything. Use your words, and it is yours, baby."

His declaration sends another surge of courage through my veins and my lips tick up into a smirk. Letting go of him, I take one step back and let my eyes trail up and down his body. When our gazes meet again, I say, "I want you to touch yourself. And I want to watch."

"I—I've never...I mean, that's always been something I've done alone."

"That's exactly why I want to watch, but you don't have to do it. I can keep touching you if that's what you're more comfortable with." The last thing I want is for him not to enjoy himself. After what he just did for me, the least I can do is return the favor. I'd just thought that it would be sexy to see him do what he likes to his body.

I step forward and reach out to slide my hand in his pants again. Remi grabs my wrist and studies my face for a moment. "Will it really turn you on to watch me jerk off?"

I lick my lips and nod. "Very much so."

Remi spins me around and backs me up toward one of the white chairs at the foot of my bed. My breath catches as he pushes me down into it—not hard, but enough to successfully turn me on even more.

"Then that's what you'll get," he murmurs, leaning down and ghosting his lips across mine. "Baby, you've only been here a few weeks, and you've already wrapped me around your little finger."

I grin and nip at his bottom lip with my teeth and palm his cock. "Are you complaining?"

"Not at all."

He eases down into the chair facing mine and slides his hand beneath his boxers. My heart races when the outline of his fingers move to fist his arousal. He moves it slowly up and down while keeping his eyes on me.

"Do you want to see?" he asks.

I draw my bottom lip between my teeth and nod, unable to speak over the lump of nerves that seems to have gathered in my throat.

Remi lifts his hips and his boxers lower just a couple centimeters. "What did I say about using your words, Noelle?"

Where is this Remi coming from? Clearing my throat, I rasp out, "Please, Remington. Let me see you. All of you."

"Fuck, you ask so nicely." He reaches into his boxers and himself to me. Just like I imagined, it is sexy to see his fingers wrapped around the hard length of him. He licks his full lips and glides his hand down. "I love your eyes on me. It makes me so hard for you."