"Baby?" I whispered.
A smile pressed into my neck. "Sorry, I'm tired," he responded, "baby," he added.
A giggle escaped from my lips. That nickname was nothing special, but it being said by a man so great as Remington was a prize in itself.
I pressed my neck gently into his lips, hoping he would continue. At first there was a hesitation as his hands stayed on my back. They moved down to my hips just as his lips moved against my skin. A soft sigh left my lips from the warm feeling of his breath on my skin.
My own hands hooked at his boxer waistband and stayed there. Our already hot skin seemed to heat up the longer this continued.
I pulled myself closer to his body as I pulled out his boxers. His lips formed a smile as they moved against my skin that lingered even after I eased my fingers back against his skin.
The softness of his lips pulled me in as the heat of them held me there. The chills each kiss sent up my spine added on to the last as built up energy. Life ran through my veins and caused me to grip at his boxers and begged me to take them off.
A dull pain took away those pleasures instantly but replaced them ten fold almost immediately after. I let out a groan and pressed my body into his. This felt amazing in every way.
He must have liked my responses because as I pressed my body closer a raised area became more evident. To please him more I let out a louder groan and felt him grow.
A few bites later I had slipped down his boxers and listened to his thankful groan. "I'm so," he whispered.
I whined quietly and pulled his hips closer so he rubbed up against me. "Don't stop," I begged.
Oohh boy, oh boy, oh boy! Things are getting heated between you two aren't they!? This is a very mature chapter. What can you expect from very mature people such as you and Remington? ♡
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My Sweetness
Fanfic• Remington × reader • "He caught them and gave a small pout. 'Am I not worthy enough to be your art without any clothes?' He batted his eyes at me and tried to repress a smile as I showed him the bathroom."