Page 43 of Unraveling with You

“Good. You look and sound like you feel good, but I want to make sure. Do you want more? Even though we’re outside?”

My heartbeat pounds into my ears. I check over Remington’s shoulder, but the late-night streets are just as empty.

“Y-yes,” I whisper.

“Do you like the thought that we might get caught?”

I clench the back of his shirt in my fists so tightly that my nails press into my palms. “F-for some reason, yes.”

Our eyes meet just as Remington’s curious stare hardens into a sharp, desirous focus. Tilting his head, Remington covers every inch of my lips in such a delicious massage that my heart squeezes tight. Gripping his shirt harder, I hug him closer. We mush together in a hot, full-body kiss.

Remington hums through his exhale. When he speaks, his voice sounds just as airy as mine. “Good girl.”

He covers my lips just in time to stun me silent. Bending his knees and arching my back, Remington grinds his shaft over my clit. My lungs restart at how warm he feels. But as he gives me another soft, slow hump, my thighs jolt with pleasure. My breath hitches again, but this time, it’s accompanied by a tiny, exhaled moan. As my knees widen, my grip releases Remington’s shirt, leaving it crumpled. I cling to his taut back muscles just as hard, urging his waist closer.

“You feel really good, don’t you?” Remington whispers, and I whimper against his lips. He kisses me, giving me a heavier rub between my legs. I shudder a heaving breath into his mouth, lifting my hips to meet him. I can’t believe how close he’s made me, but heat floods my chest, heightening the expanding pleasure in my core. As he settles his palm over my sensitive mark with deeper pressure, I’m seconds away from coming.

But Remington stops. “I don’t know what your noises mean yet, sweet girl. I’m not moving until you’re clear with your words about what you want.”

I grip his hips, struggling not to slink down the wall from how good it feels to press against his body. “Y-you have a big,biggreen light.”

Remington’s chuckle against my lips sends sparks down my chest. “Fuck, what a good girl. Thank you.”

I whimper into his mouth as we crash into another heavy kiss. As my thighs pulse open, Remington’s hands slide lower, spreading warmth down my back until his palms cup my ass. He squeezes me tight, rubbing against me slower and deeper but keeping his pace consistent. I gasp, diving for his chest in a tight hug.

“Remington–” I huff into his sternum. If he keeps going, I’m going to come in his arms, right outside my apartment complex door.

Tucking his chin, Remington presses a kiss against my temple. “I’ve got you.”

My breath turns choppy, each sharp, vacuuming inhale punctuated by a tight hold of my diaphragm as warmth balloons between my legs. Remington hums against my cheek, his deep voice buzzing through my chest, and I let out a soft, genuine moan.

He sucks in a surprised breath, but he rocks a little faster. “You good, sweet girl?”

“Rem–” I gasp, dragging my forehead over his collarbone. “You’re–”

Massaging my lower back, Remington teases tingling pleasure into my core from every angle. When I let out another pleading moan, he hastens his slow rocking until my legs quiver at his sides. “I’m, what?”

I drop my head back until we’re nose to nose, my chin tipped to gaze straight into his eyes. “You’re about to make me– Even though we’re outside– I’m–”

“Fuck, you’re so brave. This is hotter than anything I imagined with you, and we’re just–”

Remington’s sharp breath cuts him off as I gasp, open-mouthed against his lips. Each breath is followed by a moan as pleasure rises in my belly, expanding beyond my control. Gripping the back of my thigh with one wide palm, Remington lifts my leg just enough to rub his shaft directly against my clothed labia. I’m so wet that the heat of his shaft spreads through my soaked jeans, sending me over the edge. I let out a soft cry against his lips, my knee slamming shut against his hip as I squirm through an eye-fluttering orgasm. Remington’s grip keeps me smushed against him and on my feet as he rubs every last drop of pleasure from me.

I’m left shaking from excitement and nerves, letting out soft whimpers as I slump against Remington’s chest. Stroking my bangs off my forehead, Remington kisses my clammy skin over and over.

“Good,” he breathes. “You did so well, baby. God, I’m so amazed by you.”

His words raise my shoulders through the giddy, fluttering aches he creates in my chest. I’m so delighted that I’m weak, hardly helping Remington to keep me upright. But he keeps my back safely pressed against the wall, humming soft, reassuring noises over me between gentle kisses on my cheek. He’s harder than ever, still prodding between my legs. I jerk with leftover pleasure each time his shaft taps me, too breathless to know what to do about it yet.

But the thud of nearby sneakers on the sidewalk sends me flying from Remington’s arms. I sloppily jerk my wallet against the complex’s lock system. The half-second it takes to open seems to take forever. Snatching Remington’s hand, I thrust the door open the instant a whirring, metal buzz and a sharp beep tell me the door has successfully unlocked.

Remington’s boots clod after my sloppy footsteps, bolting up one flight of stairs to my apartment door. I crash against it, hardly able to breathe.

But as Remington comes to a chuckling stop behind me, I turn to him with a gasp.

“S-sorry! I– I kidnapped you. Do you actually want to come in?”

His grin softens into that genuine smile of his - the one that crinkles the corner of his eyes. “I was hoping I’d get to be extra cozy with you tonight. But especially now, after...”

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