Page 29 of Remnants
I slide too high, too far, and feel his tip prod at my entrance in an exhilarating rush. Dane holds his breath. I’m tempted to endthe tease right there. To take away this building ache in my lower abdomen. The need that makes me feel flashes of heat; pleasure to pool and tighten at my core.
Not yet.I deny us both, shifting and gliding back down. I keep moving, biting at his lower lip until I taste blood and then chase it with my tongue.
Fuck, this feels too good to stop. And, also, not enough.
I keep going until I’m driven mindless by it. There’s only the short, panted breaths between us, the sound of our bodies slapping and sliding together, until finally, I drive myself onto him so quickly that it takes my breath away.
Dane curses, his fingers creating indentations at my hips, and he expels a long breath. He palms the back of my head, bringing our foreheads together. “I don’t want to rush this, Rae. You can fuck me if you want, but you’ll take your time with it. Or else I’ll take over.”
Take my time.
Right.
His eyes find mine, and he nods as if encouraging me to give it a try. I raise my hips slow and steady, then drop almost all the way down before returning to the tip.
Dane smirks and grabs my hips, seating me fully on his cock. He guides me to move in a circle, forward and back, undulating so his dick moves within me, rubbing rather than stroking my inner walls. It feels fucking amazing, and the flame I’d stoked, which had been ready to explode moments ago, sinks down, growing once again, but from a bigger flame than before.
My hips take over from his direction once I know what he’slooking for, and he releases me. His finger lifts my chin, leading my face back to his, and his heated gaze expresses so much emotion that he’s overflowing with it.
It’s so…intimate. Personal.
I try to look away to focus on the pleasure instead, but he draws me back to him.
“No. Look at me. I want to see you, and I want you to see me. Feel me. In this moment, it’s only you and me.”
He doesn’t rush me, and eventually, I drag my gaze back to his and start moving again, rebuilding that pleasure that has my body buzzing with need from all the edging.
Dane licks his lips, watching me like a man enthralled by a temptress. He kisses me again. Like he can’t help himself but take another taste of a forbidden fruit. It’s long and desperate, telling me through it that he’s just as affected as I am, needing me more than ever but denying himself the instant gratification for something greater.
His thumb rubs where we meet, finding my slick and spreading it to my clit. I jolt against his kiss at the contact, the desire so strong that I grind greedily against him once he starts moving his thumb. It’s a double-win because of where his cock rubs inside me, and a wanton moan breaks from my lips unbidden.
He keeps his pace steady, and it takesevery-fucking-thingin me to match it with my hips. Pressure coils tighter and tighter in me, almost to an uncomfortable feeling that demands it snap and be released. “Dane,” I pant, on the brink of begging.
“Okay,” he concedes. “Just a little.” Like before, he guides mewhere he wants me at the speed he expects. This time, I’m brought to his tip and then curve my hips on the way back down. But still at a torturous speed.
It doesn’t matter, though, because each time I’m fully seated, and his dick hits me deep, a burst of pleasure sparks through me. Again. And again.
Dane’s panting, letting me control my movements, while he watches me with such raw affection that it makes my chest burn. He doesn’t let me hide behind the pleasure or actions. It’s like he’s stripped me bare to my soul, and for this time that we’re together, our souls are exposed and joining together. This feeling, it’s unlike anything I’ve felt before, and it warms and fills my body in a rush of heat.
And then the coil breaks, my orgasm rupturing through me, hard and ruthless. My muscles contract, freezing me in place where I can do nothing but let it consume me. I’m faintly aware of Dane moving, of him thrusting into my tightened pussy, and—oh, fuck—it’s too much. His hips slam against mine one last time as he releases a long, low groan.
I collapse, boneless, into him. He guides us back to the bed, then holds me tight to turn us until he’s on top. Dane kisses my collarbone. My chest. My shoulder. My neck. My lips.
I let him take what he wants because I still can’t move. He somehow has the energy to pull himself out to his tip and then slowly push back in. Another shudder of pleasure rocks through me like an aftershock, and he smirks, lowering himself to press a kiss to my cheek before freeing himself and rolling to his side.
“Here,” he says softly, opening his arm and shifting me onto it and his chest. He holds me close, catching his breath, while I bask in the post-coital afterglow that has me feeling whole and sated.
We stay like that for a while, neither of us needing to say or do anything. Finally, I speak up when I begin to feel guilty that there are still things to do. “The others are waiting,” I murmur softly. “We should get out there.”
He’s quiet for a moment, and I wonder what he’s thinking. Eventually, he speaks, “And I owe you pasta. I’ll check with Aiden to see if he can add the things I need to the grocery order, assuming he hasn’t already placed it.” He kisses my head. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
He carefully slides his arm free and then makes his way to his ensuite bathroom. I’m not sure how anyone lives without those now. I can’t imagine having to walk across the hall to a shared bathroom in front of everyone to go clean up. He returns with a washcloth and wipes away the mess between my thighs. When he leaves again with the used cloth, I dress in my clothes.
He returns in a fresh set of clothes, his hair fixed, wearing a dangerous smirk. “I’m surprised you waited.”
Shrugging, I don’t bother telling him that the others already knew this was a high likelihood. Hopefully, no one will say anything, and he’ll be none the wiser.
Opening the door for us, I tell him over my shoulder, “Grab the plate and ketchup if you—Wah!” My foot kicks something hard, and I pitch forward. Something pushes me back to my feet, and I glare down at Jackson, casually sitting in front of the door. His face is slanted my way, a smirk curling his lips.
