With her watching my every move, I let my hands trail along her legs, gliding tenderly over her knees, easing them apart as my hands skated up her inner thighs. My thumb brushed back and forth across her clit, tormenting her with a barely-there touch. She lifted her hips, pushing against my hand as she tried to increase the pressure.
“Damn. Can’t stand it a minute longer,” I told her as I slipped on a condom and settled between her legs. She looked so fucking beautiful, gazing up at me with so much intensity in her eyes. There was no doubt about it; I’d fallen so hard and fast for her that it made my fucking head spin. Her eyes sparked with need when I hovered over her, brushing my cock across her clit. She didn’t move; she lay there, legs spread around my hips, just begging to be taken, and my heart stopped beating in my chest. I couldn’t imagine wanting anything more as my cock pressed against her entrance. With a devilish grin, she shifted her hips, forcing the head of my cock inside her. Unable to resist, I thrust deep inside, then stopped just long enough for her to adjust to me.
“Never knew,” I whispered as I slid her t-shirt up over her stomach, revealing her perfectly round breasts. “I never knew it could feel this good.” I took her nipple in my mouth, and I heard her breath hitch as my teeth raked across her flesh. “You’re fucking incredible, Remington. Every inch of you.”
“Yes,” she moaned, her legs instinctively wrapping tighter around my waist as she pulled me deeper into her body. I slowly withdrew, then eased back inside until my pace steadily became unforgiving, and she took it—wanted it even. Remington was everything I needed and more.
I was lost for so long that I didn't think anyone could find me. But she’d found a way to break down my walls and showed me that I could love again. I would hold on to this woman with everything I had and never let go. She made me a better man just being around her, and I wanted to be everything for her.
My eyes roamed over her, taking in every inch of her gorgeous body. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to steady her breath, each gasp sounding more desperate than the last. Desperate for more, she shifted her hips forward. I growled with satisfaction when I felt her squirming beneath me. My pace never faltered as I continued to thrust inside her, over and over, constantly increasing the rhythm of my movements.
“Fuck!” I shouted out as my aching cock demanded its release too fucking soon. I wanted to take my time with her – memorize every move, every whimper–but she felt too fucking good to slow down. Remington's body jolted suddenly as her orgasm riveted through her body. Hearing the light whimpers of my name echoing through the room sent me over the edge, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I was done holding back. She was mine in every way. As I looked down at her flushed and breathing hard, I whispered, "I love you Remington, and I want you with me always.”
"I love you too, Noah. More than I ever imagined possible."
I eased off of her, took care of the condom, and then lay down, pulling her into my arms. She looked at me with love in her eyes and said, "You were worried that I’d ruin you, but it’s you who has ruined me."
I laughed and gave her a light kiss. I left her just long enough to start a hot bath. When I walked back in the room, she said, “I don’t think I’ll be able to move my legs for the rest of the night.”
Smiling, I lifted her into my arms. “Means I did something right.”
“You did lots of things right.” She smirked.
“Something about hearing you say that has me wanting to have another go.”
“Well, you’re gonna have to give me minute.” She giggled as she added, “At least long enough to take a bath.”
I conceded and let her have her bath. Once she was done, we spent the rest of the day in bed. Over the course of the next few days, it was more of the same. I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off her, and thankfully, she felt the same about me.
We got her things moved from her place and were settling into our new routines. Remington went back to work and I did the same. Things were good. I worried they were too good. I kept expecting a cop or a news reporter knocking on the door, asking questions none of us wanted to answer, but from everything I’d seen on the news, it looked like Long had kept his promise. Using the information he’d collected on Mathews, along with the kidnapping charges, Long had managed to put Mathews behind bars. Mathews tried to claim innocence and denied all charges, especially the kidnapping charges, but even with his savvy lawyer, there was too much evidence to prove otherwise. So much so, the judge hadn’t even granted him bail. As it would seem, Mathews was done, and we could finally move on with our lives.