When Mrs. Infamous Chose The Masochist...(BOOK 5)

Chapter 15

(SMUT WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER! 🔞🔞🔞)

Waking up the next morning in Remington's arms after such a beautiful night together, there was no way I could hide the smile that was growing on my face. He felt so warm and his skin felt so soft, I felt like I was already in heaven. I wanted to stay here the entire morning with him, but I needed to shower before I did anything else today. I planted soft kisses on Rem's cheek to gently wake him up as I whispered softly, "Rem, I've gotta go take a shower. I'll only take ten minutes, okay?" He was half-awake as he moaned in his sleep and released his grasp on me, allowing me to climb out of bed and walk to his bathroom. I turned on the water and waited for the temperature to be perfect. When it was ready, I stepped inside letting the water run down my body and get my hair wet. I heard a suspicious sound that I ignored, then I felt my heart quicken a second later as two arms wrapped around my body and a pair of lips lightly kissed my neck from behind me.

I gasped as I turned my head to see Remington looking at me with devilish intent in his eyes, "Remington, what are you doing in here?" He cocked a brow and bit his lip as he whispered in my ear, "I wanted to shower too. Maybe we can save some water and do it together." Heat invaded my cheeks as he stared at me seductively. He gave me a wink before reaching for something beside him and then handing me a bottle of shampoo that I usually use back home. I turned to Rem genuinely surprised, "You have all the products I usually use at our house in your bathroom? Remington, that's so sweet of you." He smiled and kissed my cheek as he stated like it was obvious, "There's no other girl I'd expect to share my bathroom except you, ma chérie. I want you to have everything you need so you can continue smelling and looking so sweet and pretty." I giggled before I started washing my hair and already feeling more relaxed as I lathered it into my scalp. When was I done with shampooing and conditioning my hair as well as Rem, I asked him for a strange request, "Rem...can I scrub your back?"

He was silent as he realized what I asked and then nodded with an eager smile. I tried to hide my smile as I took his soap bar and began washing his back, the soap smelling so good that I wanted to dive into the fresh scent of him. I decided to tease him as I kissed the back of his neck and planted more kisses behind his shoulders. I could feel him shudder at my touch as I wrapped my arms around him and continued pressing my lips up his neck until I reached under his ear where he seemed to be the most sensitive. I felt daring as I brushed my lips over his skin and even bit his ear gently, making him writhe under my grasp. He couldn't take it anymore as he took one of my arms and spun me around so my back was pushed up against the tile wall while the water was still running over us and he left no space between us as he wrapped his arms around me and kept me close to him. My heart was racing as he leaned his head next to mine and his lips brushed against my ear as he whispered in a hushed yet lustful tone, "I was going to spare you from acting so naughty, but you teased me too much and now I'm going to give you what you've asked for, my sweet angel."

I felt one arm on my back pressing me harder against his chest while his other hand slid down one of my thighs and lifted it up high enough as he started to grind his body in between my legs. The action making me moan as I felt myself falling under his touch. "R-Rem...Ah...", He smirked at me struggling to speak clearly before he fully entered me and I let out a cry of pleasure as he proceeded to thrust himself in and out of me. He then took my wrists in his hands and pinned them above my head without pausing his rhythm for a second. I moaned repeatedly in response to the pleasure almost being too much for me to handle. He whispered into my ear as he kept going, "You're so fucking gorgeous, ma chérie. Jesus Christ, you're so perfect with me inside you like this, it's like you were made just for me." Struggling to stay composed, I failed as his words made me whimper and moan his name in ecstasy, "R-Rem...Oh, God...P-Please don't s-stop..." He went faster then, making me come closer to the edge as I moaned a little louder and released all at once.

I thought he was finished too, but I was wrong as he pulled out for a moment to fully turn me around so my chest was pressed up against wall and he spread my legs from behind before pushing into me once more, earning another cry of pain and pleasure from lips. Somehow from this position - with his body pressing against my back as he drove into me over and over - his movements were much more pleasurable than before as I felt him go faster and deeper inside of me. I moaned his name repeatedly, begging him not to stop as I could feel myself getting off on how he knows how to make me feel so good in ways I never expected. He took my chin in his hand and turned my head toward him so he could crash his lips on mine and I tried keeping him close with my hand on his cheek. Our kisses became sloppy as I felt myself about to reach my peak once more and so he lifted my chin up and buried his face in the crook of my neck as he kissed and bit down on my shoulder, each touch bringing a new moan from my lips. Things got worse for me as he slid his hand down between my legs and I was done for as I felt everything explode inside of me before Remington followed, our bodies shuddering and slick with exhaustion from being so unbelievably passionate.

He finally pulled out after a minute and I slid down the wall until I was on my seat, weak from having such passionate and blissful sex with Remington as he leaned his head on the wall, both of us trying to recollect our energy. I tried standing up, but my legs fell weak as they wobbled and dropped to the ground. Rem helped by carrying me out of his shower after he turned off the water. He dried us off and had us both rest back on the bed, him resting on his side while I rested on mine as we faced each other. He ran his hand over my legs and expressed in a sympathetic yet mocking tone, "My love, what's wrong with your legs? It looks like you'll be unable to walk for a while." I gave him an unamused look before saying back to him, "It's not my fault you can't resist burying yourself in me whenever you get the chance. That's addiction, Remington, and addiction is bad." He chuckled and shifted closer before he was towering over me and declaring in a shameless tone, "I may be addicted to your irresistible body, my love, but I never want to be rehabilitated if it meant you would not be the perfect, beautiful and strong-spirited woman I fell madly in love with and want to spend the rest of my life with."