Page 69 of No Fear
“Rach…”
“No.” She cut him off and met his intense gaze, “I need it to just be you and me. Please, Remy. You know I’m a virgin. I’ve never been with anyone and I’m on birth control.”
“Birth control?” His gaze narrowed, “Why?”
“Because if the worst happened… I-I-I didn’t want a baby to be stuck in the same life I was.”
Remy’s eyes closed, squeezed tight as if her admission was as painful to hear as it was for her to say, “Jesus…”
“The pill… it makes me feel safe. You make me feel safe. I don’t need anything else between us if you don’t. I trust you.”
Remy stared down at her for a long minute where she was almost certain he was going to insist on getting a condom. Then he kissed her, a long, deep, soul-melting kiss that was all the answer she needed. He poured everything into that kiss, all the love he swore he felt for her, and it only made her surer of her decision to trust this man from the very beginning. She kissed him back the same way, loving him with her lips and tongue until their bodies were grinding together, the dance becoming faster and more frantic as they soared closer to the edge.
He took her at her word, that she was ready, that this was what she wanted. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t slow down. He simply aligned their hips and drove into her, as if she’d burned through the last thread of his control. In one hard stroke, he buried himself inside her, sealing her heart and body around him.
“Remy!” She screamed his name and he froze buried deep inside her.
“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay baby.” He whispered softly as he planted sweet kisses across her cheek and jaw, “It’s okay. Give it a second and it’ll get better. I promise.”
She bit her lip and moaned as sensation coursed through her. There was a little bit of pain. She couldn’t say there wasn’t. But it was mostly the pressure, the feeling of fullness, the feeling of rightness that made her breath catch in her throat. She forced a deep breath and then another as Remy soothed her.
“Love you baby. Love you so much. Breathe. Just breathe.”
He kissed her softly and she swallowed past the lump in her throat as the pain began to turn into something itchy and needy. It wasn’t enough. She didn’t know why or how but even with him buried inside her body, it wasn’t enough.
“It doesn’t hurt. It’s… oh God, it’s so good.”
Remy’s lips twitched, “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Move. Please. I need more.”
“God, you’re perfect.” He kissed her lips and then dragged her bottom lip between his teeth, “So fucking perfect. Hold onto me, baby. You’re so tight, so wet, I’m not gonna last long.”
She did as he said and wrapped herself around him. There was still a small, stinging pain as he pulled back and thrust forward slowly this time but she wouldn’t tell him that. He would stop. She knew he would because he’d sworn not to hurt her. And he couldn’t stop because she could feel the pain turning to pleasure, building up inside her as her heart swelled and she fell even more in love with this incredible man.
He buried himself inside her and then pulled back, driving deep in slow, even strokes that hit her in all the right places. Her hips automatically circled, twisting and retreating and meeting him as he moved inside her. Her heart thumped in her chest and she realized, again, how right he was. Her body knew exactly what to do, even if she’d never gone this far before. And it knew because it was answering the call of his. This man that she loved so much it scared her. But there was nothing to be scared of anymore, not with Remy.
“I love you.”
“Love you too, baby.” He shifted slightly, lowering his body so he could nip at her lips and when he slammed inside her again she whimpered because he was grinding her clit at the same time, “Come for me, Rachel. I’ve felt you come on my fingers and my tongue. I need to feel you come on my cock while I’m buried deep inside you. Give it to me.”
“Oh, Remy…” Her body shivered as the impending orgasm barreled down her spine.
“That’s it baby. Come for me.”
“Remy!” She screamed his name when it all became too much.
She shuddered as every muscle in her body roiled with pleasure and her eyes shut again. She wished she could have kept them open. She’d wanted to see Remy’s handsome face when he found his own pleasure inside her body. She was already floating on her high when she felt him slam into her again and hold himself deep inside, when she felt the warm rush of his seed spill into her, and knowing that she would always have this piece of Remy made her orgasm even more powerful.
“Rachel.” He whispered her name as his climax waned and he collapsed against her, “Rachel. Oh, baby. Baby, I love you.”
“Love you too.” She managed through panting breaths.
His heavy body on top of hers was the only thing holding her together right now. She would have soared right off the bed otherwise. She kept her arms and legs wrapped around him when he tried to roll off of her even though her limbs felt weightless and weak.
Remy groaned and pushed up on his elbows when she didn’t let him go, “I’m crushing you.”
“You’re holding me together.” She corrected.
