I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, and I usually know. Let's see... I'm on top of a girl, but it's not just any girl. It's her.
Her dark hair falls loosely on her face as I pull away. Watching her catch her breath turns me on even more. She's looking straight into my eyes. But there's no lust, like how there usually is when I look into other girls eyes. There's curiosity. No one is ever curious about me. I'm an open book, at least I make myself appear that way. What does she want to know?"Remi.." she begins to say "I don't think we-" I cut her off by moving my knee in between her legs and massaging her cunt. She lets out a soft moan. She wants to know me? Fine, I'll show her.
I move my whole body down know and slide her Jean shorts off. I look at her velvet colored underwear. Already soaking. She really likes me huh? Without even removing it I work my fingers down there. Using both to circle her lips. She moans and starts breathing faster. I love hearing her take her breaths. "Remi.. Please" Ari's eyes are closed. Her head back. "Remi is too.. simple" I say "Call me Lord". I circle around it even faster, apply pressure and getting closer to the opening. "Lord, please" she finally pants out.I plunge in all four fingers right after the 'please'. Ari jolts up. Her back arched and in the air. I sit up straight too and begin kissing her neck. Plunging my fingers in and out of her and sucking, biting and kissing her collarbone. The light in the room is warm and dim. Faint music plays behind the walls but I hear nothing except for her moans and cries.
"Remi.. why are you.." I kiss her hard and deep. Tongue to tongue. She tried to push away but I just keep going deeper. And then she starts kissing back. Her hands are combing through my hair and I feel the sudden urge to take her on, then and there. The door opens. What the fuck?
Ari quickly moves away from me, she takes herself out of my fingers and covers her legs with a pillow. I smile at how quick and adorable she looks. Messed up hair, no pants. Like a cat running away.
Now I'll have to mess up the fucker who interrupted this. I look towards the door and I'm met back with a fist.
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God of Envy
RomanceAriella Nash x Remington Astor Is it Envy Or is it Love? Little Chaos is what my Dad calls me. And he is right and wrong. I am Chaos, but it's nothing little. But someone doesn't seem to understand that. The Prince of the Island. Remington Astor...