Page 49 of Unraveling with You

I nod, my cheeks flaming hot.

But Remington grows serious, just before tackling me into another fiery kiss. The pressure of his lips doubles the pleasure he whispers between my legs, curling my toes. As his fingers slip lower to circle my labia, I can’t help but push my hips into him for deeper contact.

He hums, breaking our kiss. “You’re so wet, baby. I can feel it through your underwear.”

My breath shakes. “I want to go further.”

“Oh, what a good girl. Thank you for telling me. How about I play with you directly? Would you like my fingers inside you?”

I nod furiously, even though I feel super embarrassed to have all the focus on me. But I want him so badly that I grip his shoulders, clinging on as he gently pulls my pants and underwear off.

With nothing to cover my bottom half, my breath triples in speed. What if he thinks I look or feel gross?

Leaning closer to drag his nose over my ear, he softens into a gentle whisper. “Shh, I’m right here too. Just like you are for me. Thank you for reminding me.”

“Thank you too. And I— Are you okay if I touch you too?”

With a soft kiss on my cheek, I can hear his smile in his whisper. “Yes, baby. Thank you for asking.”

The second my breathing slows, he slides his bare hand down my naked thigh to find my soaked core. Remington hums at my shuddering response. He toys with me, jerking my hips with swirling sweeps until he lightens his touch. But even his gentlest circles create slick sounds I’ve never heard from my body before; I’ve never been comfortable enough with someone to get this wet around them.

But as he slips the tip of his finger into me, all I can think about is how nice it feels. I open my knees with a hard breath, searching out his hard cock with shaking fingers. When I find him just as wet as I am through his clothes, my gasp escapes as more of a breathy moan.

“Yes, fuck, you’re doing such a good job. I love seeing you express yourself, so don’t hold back your breaths or moans, okay? They’re beautiful.” Remington’s low voice flexes me over his finger.

I smooth gentle pressure over his shaft, breathing even harder as he slips deeper inside me. Sedating, pulsing warmth expands in my pelvis. His gentle entry feels so good that I might come in less than a minute, just from his finger penetrating me.

Remington swallows my needy breaths, his lips brushing mine as he whispers into my mouth. “Have you figured out where your G-spot is on your body so I can give you an extra massage?”

I gasp as he pulls softly out of me, stroking my soaked labia before entering me again and leaving me breathless. “I-I don’t know, isn’t it always on the rough part? But that spot usually hurts when I rub it too much.”

He carefully brushes the textured inner wall of my pussy, only an inch or so inside me. As usual, I wince.

Remington freezes. “I’m sorry, baby. I don’t think that’s the right spot, then. It’s different for everyone.”

My heart flips as he slips even further. I stroke his erection through his tented pants, aching to make him feel just as good. I think it’s working; he shudders just before he speaks.

“Do you like any toys?”

“I do like my G-spot rabbit. But I have to shove it all the way in for it to feel nice.”

Remington’s sly, sultry smile clenches my core. “So, it’s deeper. That’s normal too, baby.”

I can’t respond; he slips deeper, but now he’s prodding me, curling his fingertip toward my belly. It feels better and better the deeper he pulses, until he reaches an even deeper spot that drops my jaw. I grip his working forearm to beg for more, breathing harder than I would for my G-spot toys.

Remington’s voice is rough with pleasure, and I’m not even touching him anymore. “There you go, baby girl. Is it too strong?”

I can’t speak; he’s genuinely giving me an internal massage, pulsing the most thorough, blooming pleasure I’ve ever felt through my body until it reaches my face. I moan, arching my back, and he pauses.

“Can you answer me, gorgeous? Is this okay?”

I grip his shoulders, desperately tugging him closer. “Green—” He pulses inside me again, and I gasp out. “Green,green—” Moans replace my words as my hips buck in desperation.

Holy shit, I really am about to come. But Remington doesn’t even have his pants off.

I gasp hard and fast, my eyes wide. “Red,” I choke out.

Remington freezes, removing his hand with wide eyes. “Shit, are you okay?”

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