“Mmm,” Remedy groaned with her face scrunched. “You’re the type to throw it away after you get it, huh?”
“Nah, I find a way to keep hunting, keep stalking, keep it going.”
“Your tone tells me you got a target. Why you here talking to me and not out there getting what you want?” Remedy quizzed.
“I’m looking at it,” Erys shared with full confidence. Those five words zapped the wind out her sails. “Don’t get quiet now. What’s your come back to that?”
Remedy pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, blinked to regulate herself and then answered. “No come back, just truth. You don’t want me. I’m just resistant to you. I’m not something to have and there’s not much I can give you. So, yeah. Thanks for the drink.”
She downed the remaining contents of her drink, placed the glass down and started to the house. Erys caught her hand and pulled her back. Down on his lap, the feel of his erection, the closeness of his mouth near hers. The heat.
She wasn’tthatdrunk. She was lying to herself. She wasn’t a drinker. The effects of the top shelf liquor were felt after the third sip. Erys’ hands felt like they were all over her. Hips, back, breasts, around her neck to hold her jaw. Remedy was stuck. Eyes bouncing as they focused on his.
“Erys,” was all she could get out before his lips crashed into hers.
His hands on her chin and the back of her head pushing the silk scarf off. “Don’t tell me what I want, Remedy.”
His kiss silenced whatever come back, excuse, or rude comment she could fire back to stop whattheywanted. She couldn’t even focus on anything else but what was happening to her. It’d been almost eight years without physical touch. Even longer being handled like this. She fought with her mind toremember prison, anything else other than how good his mouth on hers felt.
Erys nipped her pouty lips then soothed it with a swipe of his liquor-tainted tongue. “Don’t drift.”
That was a command. A simple statement that locked her back in whether she wanted to run or not. Remedy dropped the fraction of inhibition she was holding on to and leaned into the kiss, straddling him and placing her hands on the cushions he was resting against. Erys’ hands slipped under her shirt, finding her hardened nipples. Gripping the fabric, he pulled it over her head and threw it on the adjacent part of the sectional. His lips trailed from her mouth, down her neck and then, taking one breast into his mouth while fondling the other.
All Remedy could do was hover above herself and watch how he hungrily attacked her flesh. Ravenous and seducing. He held her close, laying her down, eyes trained on her. Hands inching down to her center. On contact, he groaned at her wetness. She gasped at the invasion of his digits inside of her.
“You can touch me, Rem,” he groaned, fingers exploring her.
She was so out of practice she didn’t know what to do. Touching in past relationships had never been allowed. Her hands found themselves pushing underneath his shirt and over the chest that teased her in her idle moments. A soft moan caught behind her closed mouth as his thumb pressed against her bud. He only paused so she could pull his shirt off.
Back at it, he pushed his fingers into her mouth and pulled the leggings from her legs. Remedy started to turn over but he held her still. Her drunk eyes watched him kiss down her body, pushing her thighs further apart. Erys’ mouth covered her pussy, zapping a shiver over her body with one suck and lick. He traced his tongue over her petal, welcoming the nectar that coated his lips, nose, and chin.
Remedy’s breathing with the motion of the water was all he could hear but he wanted more. Her moans, her direction. Neither she was comfortable with. All she could do was breathe and let the sucks, slurps, push and pull of his fingers make her unlearn everything she’d been taught by her past lover.
In Erys’ hands, she came apart. She’d never come apart. She clawed at his shoulders, his back, the cushions underneath her. And then her hands found the top of the sweats he wore.
“You want that muhfucka, take it,” he coached, giving her enough space to push her hand inside his boxers and feel him.
Her eyes fluttered, looking up at his silly grin.
“I won’t hurt you. You hear me?”
A nod.
“Nah see, I got you on my tongue. I need to hear you,” he grunted, licking his lips again.
“I hear you,” fell from her lips with an unfamiliar but welcomed meekness.
Erys smirked. “I’m going to fix that. Hold on to me.”
Remedy held on, feeling the pressure of him expanding her. A gasp left her mouth then a wince. All that shit he was talking could be backed up and she was learning first hand.
“Breathe,” Erys groaned in her mouth.
Every stroke expanded her in ways she didn’t know possible. The pain of his size fused into the perfect balance of painful pleasure. He was making a mess of her. Her soft moans were proof. Her hands pushed against his waist trying to gain control. To no avail. Erys took them and pinned them over her head.
“I want to hear you, Rem,” he moaned. “Louder.”
“Erys, I-” her panting morphed into a moan. He hit something inside of her that made her body quake. “Ohhh shit. I – can’t. I can’t take it.”
