Page 48 of Unraveling with You

Running my fingernails through his hair, I soften my voice. “You haven’t been difficult. You’ve been so kind to me. I just worry you aren’t getting enough love from me in return, when I want you to have it all.”

The second those words leave my mouth, I’m breathless. Fuck, why did I say it like that? Telling Remington I had deep feelings for him was enough to freak him out, and now I just implied I love him.

He’s still staring back, but he hasn’t said anything. My heart races into my throat.

But as his eyebrows arch, his sudden tears spill over.

“Oh,Rem?” I cup his cheeks, my heart galloping. “Did I upset you more–?”

Remington’s lips crash against mine. I gasp through my nose, pulling him closer. His hungry hands on my back squeeze me tight, sending a flood of fuzzy, elated warmth to my heart.

When he pulls back to breathe, he can hardly scrape his words out. “I’m only scared because I love you, L.L.B. I love you, way too much already.”

I choke on my breath, gaping at him. The sunlight clings to his hair, revealing traces of crystalline brown in his black eyes. If he’s this terrified, I want him to remember how I truly feel - to soothe his heart with my words, like he always does for me.

Combing his hair back, I lean into Remington’s desperate embrace until we’re nose-to-nose. “I’m here. You’re safe. I want to be here for you because I love you too. I really do.”

A fire flashes behind Remington’s stare. We rush into a heavy kiss, our hands gripping each other’s heads and backs. I gasp against his lips, unable to contain the rising emotions in my chest. When he leans in to kiss me even deeper, I let out a soft, needy moan. Remington purrs, adjusting me in his lap, and I moan again; I’m not sure if it was on purpose, but his hard shaft just rubbed against my aching pussy. I kiss him twice as heavily, and his breath hitches.

He’s not crying anymore, but he’s certainly feeling something; his shaking, powerful grip roams over me, massaging pleasure into my sensitive lower back. I squirm in his lap, leaning even further into our makeout. His hum comes out as more of a growl as his hips lift into my shifting pelvis, pressing pleasure straight into my core. The second I widen my knees for more, Remington’s hands adjust to protect my head and waist - just before he tackles me onto my back.

I squeak as I hit the mattress, but I’m smiling. There’s a breezy playfulness to Remington’s eyes above me, flooding me with relief.

And his soft smile reaches his eyes. “I want to feel even closer. Can I help you feel good, baby?”

I run my fingertips down his chest. “I want to help you too.”

He swallows hard. “Okay, that would be nice.”

The strained quietness of his voice tells me that was vulnerable for him to say out loud. But as it lifts my heart into giving me a big smile, Remington melts above me.

“But this time, it wasn’t a deflection. I meant what I said last night: I want you to be able to experience how good it feels to come with someone you love,” he says.

Nerves flash through my core. “Thank you.”

Remington adjusts me beneath him, sliding his hand down my side. As his hot palm skates up my shirt, tracing my bare skin, I rush into another kiss, unable to stop feeling shy. There’s no escaping the sunlight illuminating our bodies, so if we remove our clothes, Remington will be able to see all of me — including my mark.

But I want to see all of him too. And a deeper, braver part of me is dying to be seen by him.

As he trails his fingers down my stomach, my breath settles into a heavy, shaking rhythm, forcing my lips to part.

“You okay?” He whispers.

“Better: I’m really good,” I whisper.

He smiles, dragging gentle fingers over my bare belly and leaving a tingling buzz in their wake. “You okay with me touching you even lower, then?”

I flush down to my chest; just his question flexed my pussy. I nod, rubbing Remington’s shoulder. He drops onto his elbow, pressing a smooth kiss into my lips. I chase after his warm pressure, opening my mouth until our tongues press heat down my spine.

But as Remington’s adept fingers pop open my pants and slip inside over my underwear, I gasp through open lips. My breath shakes from how good just his light touch feels outside my panties. My hips are tempted to lift, so I dare to let them. It deepens Remington’s kisses.

When my chest heaves faster, Remington’s fingers stop on my clit. He gives it a quick circle, and I jolt from how strong it feels, breaking our kiss.

Remington softens his voice against my lips. “You’re so sensitive, baby. Do you touch yourself much?”

I gasp, my hips bucking as he spreads another tingly circle over my clit. “N-not much usually, but more the past few months.”

A mischievous grin spreads over his cheeks - both of them, yet again. “Because you’re imagining us together now?”

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