Page 64 of Unexpectedly Wanted
I couldn’t imagine that anyone had ever wanted toget lostin me before. There were emotions swimming in my head, and I knew what was going on. Though I did my best to ignore it. Our time was almost up, and I couldn’t get attached to him. It wasn’t healthy. He’d be moving out and…
And…
Well, I didn’t know what would come after.
I had no explanation for what we were.
Friends?
We were able to have conversations. I liked being around him. Those were things that made for a friendly relationship, right?
But… could we be more?
Just last week, I hated him, and I thought he hated me. So, how was it possible that we’d gotten here… wherever here was?
“Where’d you go?” he asked me. There was a tenderness in his eyes that I didn’t know what to do with.
“I’m here,” I promised him.
I wasn’t going to overthink things. I was going to enjoy every moment I did get with him. When it was over… well, I’d just deal with it then.
He found the previously abandoned lube on the bed and added some to his fingers. I sat on his stomach as he began to run his slick fingers up and down my crease. Our eyes stayed locked as he toyed with my hole.
I wanted to close my eyes. The feeling of him playing with me was almost too much.
When he began to breach me, I rocked against his finger, eager to take him in. Eager to be stretched out and ready to feel his cock inside of me. But I could tell that he was going to draw this out. With one hand, he played with my hole, and with the other, he touched every part of me. My skin was on fire wherever he touched. The crease of my leg. My stomach. My nipples. My throat. My shoulders. He didn’t stop his slow exploration of my body. I tried to tell him I needed more, but he didn’t give me another finger until he was ready. I took it in enthusiastically, letting out a low moan as he stretched me open.
Then there were three fingers, and I was trying my hardest to fuck myself back on them.
“I’m ready,” I told him. I couldn’t take it anymore. His cock was leaking, so was mine. I needed him inside of me. “Please.”
“You’re so hot when you beg,” he told me, his eyes clouded with lust. His fingers left me, and I felt empty. But then he was adding more lube to his fingers. And he was stroking his cock. I found myself entranced with the movement, unable to look away for a few beats. Then he was holding his cock up, and as I moved my eyes to meet his gaze, I could see that he was telling me he thought I was ready. “Go slow.”
I did not want to go slow. I was about to lose my damn mind.
I wouldn’t lie, it wasn’t smooth as I tried to line myself up with him blindly. But he did help. And once I felt him right where I needed him, I began to sink down. Slowly, because that was what he’d told me to do. His hips rose. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough to help him push past that tight ring and pop inside of me.
“I’m so full,” I said as my butt settled against him. “You feel so good inside of me.”
I opened my eyes, only then realizing that I’d closed them. When I met his gaze, his pupils were completely blown, and he seemed as if he couldn’t look away from me.
“I’ve never…” he said, but his words trailed off. I was dying to know. “I’ve never been inside someone like this. I’ve never felt like this, Mi.”
“It does feel amazing,” I told him.
But…
I felt like I was missing something in his words. Just like I felt as if my words had been lacking something. It did feel amazing, but there was something deeper about our connection that I couldn’t explain. That was what made it amazing. I thought that sounded crazy, so I didn’t try to voice how it made me feel.
The intensity in his eyes was too much. So I let my back arch, hands going to his thighs as my head lulled between my shoulders. My gaze might have been on the ceiling, but all I was seeing in my head was Remy. I wanted to see him, wanted to be with him, but I found it hard to look directly at him right now. His muscles strained and flexed under my hands. I rocked my hips, digging my nails into his skin.
I felt his warm, calloused fingers sliding up my thighs. His hands settled around my waist, and he lifted me with ease before he brought me back down. Over and over again, he was there, helping to impale me on his cock. Only… this wasn’t what I’d thought of as fucking. It was too slow. Too intense. Too… full of feeling.
I tried to hold on to those feelings, even though I couldn’t exactly define them. I’d never, in all my life, felt a connection like this.
“Look at me, Mi,” Remy said. His voice was strained and raw, and I found myself unable to deny him. The moment I tilted my head down and met his eyes, he smiled. It was soft and warm. “You drive me insane.”
How was that a good thing? I was certain it wasn’t, but the tone of his voice told me it was.
