Now of all times happened to be the time I was too scared to touch him. Now that I wanted to touch him, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Why?
Thankfully Remington was very patient with me. While he waited for his aching cock to be released he played with my hair, a smile present on his lips. "It's okay, baby," he whispered to me.
The sudden love that came from him was my last push. I peeled the boxers off of him and stared at him in awe. The minor details sprang to life in front of me and shoved me.
A good two seconds after staring at him I gripped his sides and yanked him down on top of me, our lips smashed together.
Shocked, Remington kissed back with more passion than I had tried to give. While his hands explored my body, his lips trailed off as well. My breathing became more labored as his tongue swiped across my jaw to my ear. He knew how to weaken me already.
If it wasn't for the occasional bites, I would have slipped off into pure bliss and missed out on everything that was happening. Each bite brought me back to the surface of my mind and allowed for the buildup of immense pleasure.
Moans escaped my mouth one after another as his mouth moved down my body and discovered more of my weak points. His hands never let up once, either. They fumbled around my nipples, clawed at my thighs to rake them open, explored every nook on my body, and touched me in ways no man has ever touched me. All the movements he made on me kept me alive and on edge.
"Do you need me, baby?" he muttered into my left thigh.
I nodded lazily as I snaked my fingers into his hair and tried to guide his head back to my aching points. He obliged for a moment, allowing his lips to graze over all the areas he knew hurt the most before he sat up.
It was torture. I gave him all of me earlier and now he has to play games with me? I knew it would make the end results higher, but I needed him.
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My Sweetness
Fanfiction• 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."
