“So, if I were to touch you there, the fabric between your thighs, you’d be soaked. Wouldn’t you,piccolina?”
I’m so soaked. I bite my lip, nodding yes. Rem grins then swallows his own curse as I pick of speed.
I’m not going to last long. I’ve never felt such a frenzy to come before. Rem’s body is big and strong and alive beneath mine. His solid erection proof of his desire for me. His humoring of my sudden exhibitionism proof of how he wants to please me. I can hear the low rumble of his men just around the corner from us and something about the possibility of being caught makes my pulse skyrocket.
“Fuck,” Rem whispers. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this. So fucking beautiful as you get yourself off.”
A whimper climbs up my throat. I can feel my orgasm start to build, little bolts of lightning collecting between my thighs. I grip Rem’s hair harder, tighten the movement of my hips into small circles, focusing all my energy on where my clit is rubbing against his swollen shaft.
“I’m going to come. God, Rem, I’m going to come. Kiss me.”
Rem’s mouth is on mine, his kiss punishing as I squeeze my legs around his waist. We’re so close together I can feel theseam of his jeans against my skin. Feel the ridge of his erection as I rub my pussy against his thick head. Once, twice more and the fire ignites. Like a match catching, my orgasm explodes to life, whipping through me at a breakneck pace as Rem kisses away my cries of pleasure.
I’m only half-conscious when Rem starts to move. I bite my lip, resting my head on his shoulder as the friction of where we’re still touching makes me hyper-sensitive.
“Fucking, hell, Lena. I almost came. You almost dry humped me to an orgasm right there in the hall.” Rem sounds so shocked I giggle.
The giggle turns into a squeak when he drops me on our bed. He gives me a stern look as he unlaces my legs from around his hips.
“Now that my wife is temporarily satisfied, I’m going to clean off some of this blood. When I come back, I expect you to be exactly how I left you. Soaked pjs and all.”
He points at my pussy before striding toward the bathroom. My legs are jelly, my fingers still numb from how hard I was gripping his hair. I don’t have the energy to move, let alone disobey Rem’s order.
Rem’s order.
The thought of having him boss me around in bed has the opposite effect of when he’s bossing me around in life. I want to do as he says, I want to please him. So much so I feel my nipples peak under my PJ shirt and my pussy come back to life despite my recent release.
Eager to obey, I let my limbs feel their own weight, let them sink into the mattress so as not to move even the tiniest bit. I’m spread eagle, my knees bent over the edge of the bed, my legs too short for my toes to reach the floor. My arms are out at my sides. I’m open, exposed, despite the clothes I’m still wearing, and all my brain can do is trip over various images of what Rem is going to do with me when he gets back.
The tingle between my thighs intensifies. My nipples are begging for friction.
I could arch my back into my shirt, release some of the tension. I could slide my hand between my legs, find out how wet I really am. But I don’t.
Trying to keep my breathing at a somewhat normal rate, I stay spread out on the bed just as my husband left me and wait.
Not for long.
Rem is back within minutes, towel wrapped around his narrow hips, water dripping from slicked back hair. The soot is gone from his hands and face and the dried blood around his cuts has been washed away to reveal livid streaks of red. The angry skin around his right eye has only gotten darker.
I want to cover those cuts and bruises with kisses. Want to use my bare hands to murder the people responsible for hurting him. But Rem doesn’t want me moving, so I don’t. Instead, I watch as errant drops of water escape his hair and drip down his chest, charting a path across his pecs and abs that I’m going to follow later with my tongue.
When those water droplets disappear beneath the edge of his towel, I lick my lips. Rem’s chuckle is pure male. “See something you want,piccola?”
“Hmmm. Very much.” My voice is low, sexy, and I love that it makes Rem’s dick jump beneath the towel.
“Soon.” He promises before stepping forward. “But first, a reward for being so good. You are exactly where I left you.”
Rem ghosts his hands up my waist and stomach before settling between my breasts. His movements are slow, steady, as he undoes the top button of my pajama top. It’s the classic style, like a collared shirt, and not even in my fantasies of him doing this has my heart pounded so hard.
Another button, then another. Rem parts the fabric, his fingers never touching my skin.
“I love your breasts, Lena. I love how they feel when Isqueeze them, and how much you love when I suck your nipples. Your nipples…” Rem folds back one side of fabric, exposing one breast to the air. He brushes a finger across the hardened peak, a hint of a touch, and my entire body jerks. “Such a gorgeous color. So fucking lickable.”
He doesn’t lick me, though. I want to whine when Rem keeps on going, undoing the remaining buttons before spreading my shirt wide.
His eyes run from my neck to my belly button, taking in the flush that spreads across my skin as he bares my breasts. My skin there feels tight, like a weight in my chest. I almost cry out when Rem drags a finger between my tits, drawing a line between them.
“One day,cuore mio, I’m going to fuck these beautiful breasts.”
