Kylie
If anyone had told her that she would enjoy being ordered around a bit in the bedroom, Kylie would have laughed at them. After what she’d gone through with Ezra there was no way in hell she’d enjoy it. She would have been dead wrong. Remy’s growled command to ride him sent a thrill through her. She took him in her hand and guided him to her entrance before she slowly slid down him. He filled her so completely. By the time he was fully sheathed in her, she was whimpering in pleasure. She felt Remy’s fingers gripping her hips as she began to move.
“Dat’s it, Kitten. So fucking beautiful.”
His words of encouragement made her smile. She tried to keep it to a slow, steady pace but all too soon she was speeding up as she pushed closer and closer to orgasm.
“Come for me, Kitten. Let me feel dat sweet pussy tightening around me.”
Holy fuck. She was stunned by how turned-on his dirty words made her. With a soft cry she complied, her inner walls clenching him. When he didn’t follow her over the edge, she mewled in frustration. The frustration ended when Remy suddenly flipped them and put her on her back. He pounded into her with abandon, and all Kylie could do was grip his shoulders and hold on for the ride.
As a third orgasm began to build, her hips arched to meet his every thrust. Her nails dug into his shoulders before they raked down his back, and she screamed when the orgasm crashed over her. It seemed that was all Remy needed to finally push him over, as well.
Kylie lay there beneath him, trying to remember how to breathe properly. When Remy rolled off her, she reached for him on instinct.
“Need to get rid of da condom. I’ll be right back, Kitten.”
She watched him pad across the room to the master bath where he discarded the condom and got a glass of water. He drank it down, then refilled the glass and brought it to the bed. “You should drink someting.”
“Thank you.” She didn’t realize until right then how dry her throat was. When he finally rejoined her in bed, after he’d returned the empty glass to the bathroom, she curled around him and rested her head on his shoulder. “Good-night, Cajun.”
“Good-night, Kitten.”
Kylie let her eyes drift closed, her breathing evened out, and sleep claimed her. As she was drifting off, she thought she heard Remy whisper the words ‘I love you’, but she couldn’t be sure. She would try to remember to ask him in the morning.
