Page 54 of Unraveling with You

“S-sorry,” I mutter.

Remington stops moving. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

My heart throbs into my throat. “Sorry, I did something embarrassing.”

“When you came? It was gorgeous, baby.”

I flush. “No, just now. It felt really good, and I got so relaxed, and—” Biting my lips, I shrink into my pillow. “I couldn’t control it. I think I peed a little.”

Remington softens into a sly smile, heavy-lidded eyes burning with intensity. “Ah. So Iamhitting the right spot, huh? No, I think you squirted.”

I realize with his next thrust that he’s been aiming for my G-spot on purpose - and absolutely succeeding. Each pulse of his hips caresses that same tender nerve, and it hasn’t stopped feeling good: each prod of his shaft only strengthens its pleasing effects on me.

“Remington,” I breathe.

“I’ve got you, baby. Don’t be embarrassed. I’m so proud of you for letting yourself feel good.”

I gasp, widening my legs for him. “I’m proud of you too. I want you to be the first to come in me.”

He sucks in a tight breath. “Fuck.”

His hips restart with extra vigor to each thrust, flipping my heart until my inner walls swell tighter around him in delight. The faster Remington works me, the greater effort I make to squeeze his shaft. His heavy-lidded eyes and shaking breath paint a clear image of how good he must feel to slip in and out of me. I moan from the raw intensity of it, but Remington dashes in for a sloppy, frantic kiss.

“Fuck, thank you. Thank you—” He gasps.

I moan again, startled by how hard he suddenly feels. Remington grabs me with a sharper gasp, pumping faster by the second. I loosen my body for him, allowing my breasts to bounce and knees to spread wide, giving him room to pound into me. And it’s more apparent than ever that he’s barely hanging on, his elbows dipping as he huffs hot air over me. Imagining him bursting within me any second pushes a heavier wave of pleasure up my core, widening my legs for everything he can give me.

He shudders a gasp on my lips. Rising over me, Remington buries his shaft so deeply into me that his pelvis presses against my clit. He comes with a soft, gorgeous moan. I didn’t expect to feel a deep warmth inside me so clearly, but as he shudders again, I realize he’s coming a lot - another wave of warmth spilling inside me. Witnessing his pleasure is so hot that I flutter on the edge for him, my inner walls squeezing every drop of cum from his shaft as my legs squirm. I’ve never felt this close to someone before.

“Thank you. Thank you so much,” I say, repeating Remington’s words.

Remington shudders, brushing my hair off my clammy forehead with arched eyebrows. “Oh, my baby. Do you feel okay?”

I whine, writhing on the edge. “Sorry, I know you might feel sensitive after, but it was so nice that I’m close again.”

“Okay, I’ve got you. After I breathe for a second, I’ll be happy to keep going. It still feels good for me too.” And I can feel it; he’s softer than before he came but still firm enough to remain inside me, continuing to prod me with hard flexes.

Still, I expect him to pull out and touch me with his hands once he catches his breath. But Remington releases his grip on my back, pausing to skate his fingers down my breasts. I shiver as he flicks over my nipple, but instead of traveling to my clit, he sweeps his palm back up, massaging back and forth over both breasts. I huff from the startling intensity of it; my breasts feel even better now that I’m heavily aroused, his touch spreading a soothing warmth throughout my ribcage.

Remington places a soft kiss on the tip of my nose. “Can I squish you up into a little ball so you feel held?”

My heart aches at the tenderness in his words. He remembers how much that meant to me. I feel so seen that my eyebrows arch.

“O-oh. Y-yes, okay,” I whisper.

Pulling one arm tight to my chest, he squishes my breast with it. Stretching his pinky, he fetches my other wrist while retaining his grip on the first, smushing them together as tight as he can against my sternum. Just this firm hold on me flutters my eyelids; I feel wrapped up beneath him in heavy bliss.

“Hold your hands there for me for a second, please,” Remington whispers.

I do as he says, my heart racing. How will this feel? But when he gathers my knees to pull my legs in, he compresses my chest with his weight, carefully laying himself on me to pin me down. I struggle to breathe - not because he’s crushing me, but because I’ve never felt such an intense, flourishing burst of oxytocin through my veins.

“How’s this?” Remington whispers.

My eyelids droop in bliss. But when Remington tests out one thrust, I choke out a needy gasp; I feel so protected and covered, yet so deeply ravished, that all I can do is moan.

“Please?” I rasp.

He doesn’t move. “Please, what?”

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