She moaned softly, resting her head against his chest as he watched her closely. She struggled to find words, her stomach tied in knots, rendering her speechless
As she moved against him, he let out a soft chuckle, his voice tinged with desire. "Dirty talk gets you going, huh?" His grip tightened, halting her movents, prompting a whimper. Drawing her closer, he shifted their position, their bodies aligned as he lifted her head to et his gaze. "Tell , do you fantasize about ? What would it be like?" His hand ventured lower, fingers tracing slow circles over her skin.
The cold air made goosebumps across her skin, she shivered slightly
She clamped her lips shut, twisting against his touch, nodding in affirmation, unsure if she could articulate her thoughts amid the jumble of nerves. His hips pressed forward, her grip tightening around him, sensing his length responding beneath her touch. His breath, warm and heavy, flitted over her lips as he murmured, "What’s on your mind? What do you imagine when you think of ?"
The air brimd with tension, an electric charge crackling between them. This wasn’t her forte, and truth be told, no one had sought her voice in such monts before. Yet, under his influence and the alcohol , her insecurities ebbed montarily, and she managed a tentative, breathless reply. "I...I picture you taking control, bending over with my hand tied together while you take hard and rough. Pulling my hair while telling how I’m a good little girl—" Maybe it was the alcohol letting her say all of this. Abby would never confess her wild thoughts if she was sober.
He inhaled sharply, his tone dropping as he pressed against her nerves. "Is that what you want? To surrender to , to be my little good slut? To scream my na and beg until you’re lost in pleasure?"
Her stomach knotted, and she emitted a strained sound, her eyes squeezed shut. "Yes," she confessed, her voice quivering.
His composure wavered, a low groan escaping him as he withdrew his hand, guiding hers away as he grasped himself, hips moving forward. His forehead, damp with heat, rested against her shoulder, his hair brushing against her skin, desire consuming them both.
"I ache to feel you," he admitted, gasping as his tip grazed her clit. Anticipation hung heavy in the air, their bodies burning with longing. His breath, hot against her skin, heaved as he spoke. "I’ve been consud by thoughts of you since I tasted you, craving just a taste...to know how incredible it could be."
His voice strained with desire as he teased his length against her, both of them ablaze with need. His face nestled against her neck, a desperate sound escaping him, her nails digging into his shoulder in response.
"I want you so badly," he murmured, his tip tracing her entrance, his voice choked with longing. "I’d do anything for you...never desired anyone like this for a long ti ."
His tornt mirrored hers, desire and restraint entwined. Her thoughts whirled, overwheld by sensation. "I want you too," she admitted, breathless.
His hips edged forward, his tip teasing her entrance, tempting her to cross a boundary from which there may be no return. And in that mont, she wasn’t sure she wanted to turn back.
"Do you want to sleep with now ?" Abby inquired.
Remo’s body stiffened, his breaths heavy against her neck as he muttered a frustrated "Damn." Her question lingered until he shook his head and uttered, "No. Not like this. Not when you’re not fully aware. You’re drunk."
His frustration seed aid inward, a realization dawning upon him. The desperate part of her, craving him, wanted to assure him that it didn’t matter at that mont, but she didn’t get the chance.
It was as if a sudden clarity washed over him, and he withdrew, reaching for her hand and guiding it to him. "Please touch —before I make a regrettable mistake," he pleaded.
As her hand wrapped around him, slick with arousal, his fingers slid between her legs, tracing her entrance before delving inside. "Oh, God," she moaned, her eyes shutting as he expertly worked his fingers, his palm adding pressure to her sensitive core.
Lifting his face from her neck, he captured her whimpers with his mouth, his fingers relentless in their motion. She pumped her hand around him, feeling his hips move in rhythm.
The knot in her stomach loosened, her legs trembling as his fingers found that spot inside her. "Ah, Remo," she stuttered against his lips, her eyes closing.
"Say it again. Say my na," he urged, his fingers quickening their pace, his hips mirroring the movent of her hand.
Her stomach quivered as pressure built, her whimper of "Remo" evoking a guttural response from him.
Resting his cheek against hers, he growled into her ear, promising what was to co. "When I finally have you, Abby, you’ll be screaming my na," he vowed.
Suddenly, her body seized, an unexpected wave of pleasure crashing over her. She arched into him, her cries echoing in the air. He guided her through it, his movents intensifying as she spiraled into ecstasy.
Her body trembled, overwheld by sensation, as she cried out profanities into the air. Remo slowed his hand, sensing her sensitivity, before withdrawing and pressing gentle kisses to her lips.
Feeling spent yet strangely exhilarated, Abby was filled with a mix of embarrassnt and wonder. She couldn’t deny the power of their connection.
As Remo attended to himself, she listened to his pleasured sounds, her own body responding to his need. Eventually, he reached his climax, collapsing against her in shared bliss.
Together, they basked in the aftermath, their bodies intertwined in the wake of their shared experience.
"Remo..." Abby called out softly.
"Hmm?"
"I’m going to wait for you.....until you are ready...so please choose when you’re ready...because I think I really like you....a lot.....so.... I’m going to continue waiting for you—-just don’t make wait for long—-"
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