Page 61 of Unraveling with You

“Oh, Rem– I-I want more.”

“Yeah? You feel okay for Act Three?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “I feel so close to you.”

Turning over my shoulder, I meet Remington’s wild, dark eyes. He sweeps his palms down my breasts and belly as he presses a deep kiss into my lips, fluttering my pussy over him. His delighted purr flips my heart.

Breaking our kiss, Remington stares me down with a sultry grin. “You broke the spell on one of your bindings, Princess, but now it’s my turn. Bend over.”

Squeezing my wrists to my chest hardly stifles the thrill Remington just shot through me. But as I bend at the waist, his hand settles around the knot behind my upper back, gripping utter control over my torso with a single palm.

My jaw drops; he lifts me just enough to pull my ass flush against him, burying himself deeper than he has yet. Except with such a tight knot around the front of my chest and a tender, slow press directly into my G-spot, he’s giving my heart the deepest hug I’ve ever felt. I roll through the pleasure flaming low in my belly, allowing it to spill from my open lips.

After reflecting on the fear within my back and wrist injuries, the pure bliss Remington kneads into my core from tying me up startles rapid gasps from me.

“Oh, Princess,” Remington breathes. “Are you okay? I’ve never heard you like this.”

“I— love you,” I gasp, unable to speak another word as my eyes flutter shut.

Remington hums, pulling me closer with a sharper tug. My body is so loose for him that I roll into him, my ass mushing against his hips. He sweeps gentle pressure over the sensitive scar tissue on my lower back, introducing a cascade of shivers through my chest. I shudder through them aloud, peeking at Remington over my shoulder.

His dark irises stare back between deep, pleased blinks. The sight of Remington indulging in himself over me, his hands squishing firmer into my skin as his chest heaves in bliss, flexes me over him tighter.

But as he applies harder pressure to my chest, yanking me tight against his rocking hips, he moans in time with me, opening his eyes to meet mine. “I love you so much.”

An intensifying buzz sweeps my body - just in time for Remington to bend over with me, hugging me around the hips. He smushes heavy palms over my sides and breasts, fluttering my eyes shut with how cuddled I feel. Keeping our hips bound, Remington pulses deep pressure into my lower belly rather than slipping in and out of me. Each little nudge of his shaft massages every inch of my pussy, spilling such heavy tingles over my whole body that my nipples harden.

Remington is close, and I’ll never get over the sweet, giddy rush I get from his tell; he always huddles into me as close as he can just before he comes, desperate to kiss me. With his chin tucking against my shoulder, I lift my bound wrists just enough to touch the edge of his jaw. Through our colliding lips, we moan in time to Remington’s slowing, deepening thrusts, his hard breath shaking through his nose.

He breaks our kiss to wrap one arm around my hips and the other around my chest, gripping the knot over my sternum as hard as he can before curling me tight into his chest. Cuddled from all angles, I cry out in bliss. With my pussy flexing rapidly over him, Remington’s grip grows tighter. His lips open against mine, and he shudders through a heavy orgasm, nearly toppling us over as his cum floods the space between my thighs. Righting us with a quick tug on the ropes on my back, Remington delivers such delicious friction that I wriggle beneath him.

“Remington–”

“Oh, you were such a good girl for me. Lean into it, baby.” He heaves through heavy breaths, shocking my nervous system with a tender rub over my mark. As he grabs my hips in both hands, Remington tilts my core to reach as deep as he can, each speeding stroke rubbing fuzzy pressure over my G-spot. Fluid gushes down my legs at the extra massage.

“Yes, there you go. Picture it for me, baby girl. Picture us loosening these ropes around your heart, freeing you to express every side of you these dragons say is shameful.”

My heart pounds wildly as I do as I’m told, imagining my heart opening with each crash of our hips. I moan from my gaping jaw as Remington smooths his thrusts, meeting my shaking thighs with rolling tenderness. As I quiver on the edge, my knees threatening to buckle beneath intense pleasure, Remington rushes to keep me upright, hugging me as hard as he can. With his arms locked around me in a tight embrace, each rub over my G-spot spills over in a sugary, blossoming warmth, my fluid splashing between my thighs as I come. Remington’s soft kisses against my cheek throb loving pulses through my heart, carrying me through my orgasm in an overwhelming mix of emotions.

By the time Remington has massaged me into a breathless, mushy ball, he can’t speak either. Shaky hands rush to untie my legs, leaving me desperate to turn around and see his sweet face.

“I’ve got you–” Remington rasps, hastily yanking the knot loose around my wrists.

As I groan through the sudden freedom, Remington grips my hips, slipping himself out of me. We both gasp as a combination of our fluids spill from me, but Remington swoops in to lift me.

“Oh, sweet baby girl–”

Settling me on the bed, Remington swipes a towel over my soaked thighs with frantic, rough precision. But the second I see his eyes rimmed in red, I throw my arms around his neck, kissing him hard.

Remington clings to my back, sucking in sharp, shaky breaths through the start of fresh tears. I stroke his head, unable to grip enough of him. I’m still bound over my chest, but I don’t realize it until he grabs a fistful of the knot on my back, squeezing my ribcage to push a flood of loving, cuddly pleasure through my chest. My muscles soften, drooping me against him, and Remington hums.

“I’m so fucking proud of you.”

I whimper at how raw his voice sounds. “I’m so proud ofyou, Rem. I feel so soft with you.”

Remington gasps over me, cupping my cheeks. We stroke each other’s heads and cheeks, staring into each other’s eyes. I didn’t expect to feel this emotional with him after this scene, but I can’t get over how deeply trusting he was of me - and how safe he helped me feel in one of my most vulnerable moments.

As we clean and massage each other, Remington and I take a long time to slow our breaths. We peel our sweaty costumes from each other, interlocking sweaty, naked limbs on top of Remington’s bed.

---