Page 52 of Unraveling with You

My nervous system buzzes so fast that I feel like I’m floating. This truth has never left my mouth before. Not since it happened.

I drop my head into Remington’s chest, breathing a loud sigh.

Remington springs into action. Scooping me up, he brushes my hair out of my face. “Oh, baby... Are you okay?”

I bite my lip, staving back the confusing mix of shame, elation, and love in my chest. “I feel really, really exposed. But that’s what I wanted. I wanted you to see all of me.”

As I sit fully naked in Remington’s arms, my heart raw, I allow him to drag his stare down me. To my surprise, my body relaxes into it. I loosen my limbs, laying back to give him a clearer view, and Remington’s stare darkens. He drinks in my image with a heavy swallow, running a hot palm down my chest until I shiver.

Remington’s jaw clenches. “Fuck. You’re too good to me. Lay back on the pillows for me, baby girl. I want to spoil you.”

My heart flips. I crawl to my spot on the bed, my groin aching at the thought of what we’ll do next.

“Are you hitting your limit?” I blurt out.

Remington glances over his shoulder as he struggles with the knot tying his pants. “God, youarea little panther. If I say yes, I don’t want you to think it’s yours to solve.”

“Okay. But I want to this time. I exposed myself to you for me, but also for you. Since you– You like to watch me... un—”

I can’t say it.

But Remington freezes. The second I lay back, Remington crawls over me until his hands beside my shoulders sink me deeper into the mattress.

His sly smile appears. “Are you telling me you’re torturing me on purpose, baby girl?”

A smile plays on my lips. I bite it back, giving him an innocent shrug. “What? Is it a kink of yours, or something?”

Remington grins wider - just before he tugs me lower by the hips. It inspires such a sharp thrill through me that I let out a loud giggle, spreading my thighs for him. But Remington doesn’t lay himself over me yet; grabbing one of my pillows, he lifts my back, propping up my hips.

It’s the perfect position to drop my knees open for him, no matter how terrifying the idea sounds. I can hardly breathe as my thighs wobble, tempted to part. But with how tightly Remington’s jaw clenches with desire, my heart tumbles over itself, dying to unravel even more of myself to him.

When I drop my knees wide open, Remington’s focus zips to my exposed pussy. I’m tempted to shut my legs, afraid of what he’ll think, but a rising fire builds behind his eyes. They skate back up to meet me, dark, brooding irises glittering fireworks in my chest - just before he swoops in to kiss me.

Our lips crash over each other, ten times fiercer than they have all day. I pant through our open-mouthed makeout, my hips squirming as we build heavier and heavier pressure in my teased core. When Remington skates his fingers down my belly, swooping past my clit to rub my labia, my back arches high off the bed, tingles blasting to my nipples.

I whimper through our kiss, especially as Remington’s low voice hums through his gasping breath. He feels good too. Unable to bear the thought of stopping our delicious makeout, I run my hands down his chest, seeking his waistband. He must’ve been far more flustered than I thought; he still hasn’t managed to untie his pants.

To his credit, they’re knotted tight - especially with his flexing cock swallowing all remaining wiggle room. Before I can fumble with it for too long, Remington yanks his waistband past his ass in a frenzy, his cock springing free with a gentle tap on my belly.

I gasp through my nose, kissing him faster. I wrap my fingers around his warm shaft, delighted by how soft he feels. My spine alights as Remington shudders from my gentle stroking, but it’s not only my spine that feels it. A potent, spreading ache swirls through my groin, deepening my kiss. The more I stroke him, the more I crave his reaction, massaging in longer, steadier strokes, making sure to rub extra attention over his leaking tip.

But as Remington suddenly settles himself over me for a heavy hug, I relish his weight over my chest.

We’re both out of breath.

“I adore you,” Remington whispers.

I hum in delight - until our bare hips brush. I flinch at the burst of sensations in my pussy. His tip has nothing to cover it - already the first to touch me there, bare. That thought is enough to send me clenching uncontrollably. I'm unable to imagine how stunning it’ll be to feel him directly inside me, reverting to heaving breaths.

Remington pauses. “You still okay? You won’t hurt my feelings by saying no to anything during sex, okay?”

“Same for you, Rem. I want this, but please let yourself say ‘no’ too.”

“You’re such a sweetheart, baby girl. I don’t know what to do with myself.”

Remington spreads deep, flat-palmed rubs between my wriggling legs until my fluids coat his palm. My pussy blooms wide, begging him to enter me. But instead of stopping and trading his hand’s attention for his cock, he glides two fingers in, pushing deep.

I choke out a gasp.

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