Page 114 of No Fear
She did as she was told and slid her hand down. She traced the edge of her little black panties, teasing him, and he groaned and desperately tried to get out of his own clothes. He needed to get his cock free before his jeans cut off circulation. That was why he’d told her to touch herself. But faced with the vision of a flushed and moaning Rachel, her hand in her own panties, spread out before him, he could barely think to unbutton and unzip without risking bodily injury.
“Remy…” She gasped his name, her eyes sliding shut as she touched herself.
“How’s it feel, baby?”
“Good.”
“Just good?” He chuckled as he watched her fingers flex and her hips curl up wantonly.
“It’s better when it’s your hand.” Rachel forced her eyes open and met his gaze, “Remy, please…”
He groaned, because what could he possibly say to that? His woman wanted him. She needed him. And he was helpless to do anything but give her what she wanted.
“I’m here, love.” He dragged her panties down her legs and tossed them aside. “God, you’re beautiful. I’m never going to get used to seeing you like this. Open and needy and wanting me… Wanted it for so long. Feels like forever. Tell me you’re mine, Rach.”
“I’m yours.” She smiled softly, reaching up to cup his cheek. “I’m all yours.”
Remy leaned down and kissed the words from her lips. He would never tire of hearing those words. Sometimes he needed the reminder, to hear her say it. He needed her to love him so badly he ached for her whenever they were apart. Back in the salon, she’d teased him for missing her when he’d seen her at lunch just five hours ago, but the truth was he missed her the moment she was out of his sight.
It might not be healthy but after he’d come so close to losing her, he hated letting her out of his sight. Hated that he couldn’t be with her all the time. He knew she didn’t need him to hover over her, to protect her anymore, but he still wanted to be there, with her, because she meant so much to him and he couldn’t imagine losing her.
He poured his love into his kiss and Rachel met him, stroke for stroke. Their tongues tangled and the sweet kiss quickly spiraled out of control. Teeth and lips and panting breaths, they kissed as if they were starved for each other. Remy slid his hand down between her thighs and groaned when he found her soft, wet folds. Rachel moaned against his lips and pressed up into his hand. He had to break the kiss to keep any coherent thoughts.
“Fuck, you’re soaked, Rach.” He circled her clit and watched her mouth fall open on a moan, “You’re dripping for me, baby. Gonna get my leather all wet and it’s gonna smell like you in here for days.”
“Remy!”
“I’m gonna get hard every time I get in this car now.”
Her muscles squeezed around him and he groaned. He knew she liked dirty talk. It was one of the many things he’d learned about his girl early on. She got off on hearing how much he wanted her just as much as he got off on telling her. They were a perfect match in every way.
“Rach, look at me.” He ordered and waited until her hazy eyes focused on him before he slid his fingers out of her. She whimpered as he raised his hand to his mouth and licked her juices off of him. “So sweet.”
“Oh God, Remy… I’m close.”
He knew that already. Had learned the signs. Her cheeks and chest were flushed. Her breasts bounced she was panting so hard. Her hips rolled even when he wasn’t touching her and she was biting her lip again.
“You want me to lick you up or you want me buried deep inside you when you come, baby. Your fantasy. Your choice.”
“Inside me. Get inside me. Now.” Rachel ordered and he couldn’t help but smirk at that.
If only he’d known that she would be like this when she was naked he would have… No. He wouldn’t have pushed her any faster. He knew that. He would have liked to have had her that first day, in the salon when she’d sat beside him, her small, bleeding hand in his, and looked up at him like he hung the stars just for her. But the fact that they’d taken their time and gotten to know each other, forged a friendship first, that he’d earned her trust first… he wouldn’t change that for anything.
“Up.” He ordered right back.
“Wh-what?”
He smacked her thigh when she stuttered, even though he knew it was simply the pleasure clouding her brain now, “Up. There’s not enough room back here for me to lay you out and you said you wanted me deep. Up, Rach. Now.”
She reached out for him and he helped her into a sitting position. It was a little awkward in the small confines of the car. He bumped his head into the roof. She slammed her elbow into his ribs. They both nearly fell into the floorboard as he turned her around and they ended up laughing when he got twisted up in his pants and cursed violently.
“Hurry up before someone comes along and catches us.” Rachel giggled.
“This was your idea, remember?” He smacked her ass again as he positioned her on her knees facing the back windshield, “We have a nice, comfortable bed a half a mile away but you just couldn’t wait.”
He slipped between her legs and guided her back against his chest, wrapping one arm around her and stroking her clit with his free hand. The back of the front seats were the only thing keeping him from falling over backwards but when he pushed forward, driving deep inside Rachel’s tight little body and pressing her against the back seat, it was more than worth it. The position let him get deep, just like they both needed, and once he was buried to the hilt inside her tight, wet heat he held himself still and simply enjoyed the feel of her body welcoming him home.
“Oh, yes, yes!” Rachel threw her head back on his shoulder, “That’s it.”
