Page 33 of Remnants
“Yes!”
He moves the vibrator against me, increasing its speed and holding it there as he slams into me from behind. “Then come for me now, Raegan.”
His words are my undoing, the orgasm shredding through me in a violent storm. Aiden holds me tight, both keeping me upright and the vibrator in place until I’m screaming and my knees buckle. He doesn’t let me fall, lifting me effortlessly and shifting me until my legs are wrapped around his waist, and then he’s sinking into me again.
Aiden kisses me fiercely, and I rise to his provocation. Our lips mash together, kissing like we’re feeding off one another. Water beats over his back, the reflecting spray catching us both. I collar his neck, then palm his shoulders and back, dragging my nails up his skin.
He grunts, dropping his mouth to the side of my neck. Thevibrator is back, pinned between us and his thrusts. “Did he come in you?” he breathes into my skin, his voice roughened by his movements.
I hold him close as I urge my hips up to meet his strokes, to feel the short press of the vibrator that makes my cunt throb with pleasure. “Yes.”
His teeth nip at the crook of my neck, replaced quickly by a hot tongue and soothing lips. “You drive me mad, Raegan. Everything you do…it takes me to the brink of sanity in seconds. Makes me want to fuck the words right out of your mouth. Bend you over and spank your ass until it’s the same pink shade as your pussy. And then make you beg for my cock to fix the ache. Make you come until you’ll do anything I say, when I say it. Be a good girl, for me.”
Holy fuck.
His pace is just right, the vibrator pulsating in time with every stroke, his dick hitting that deep place in me that has my toes curling and pleasure intensifying at the base of my spine.
“I can feel your pussy quivering. You’re close. But not yet. Not until I tell you. Understand?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I don’t think I can hold it back. I’m so close. Sofuckingclose. And without him saying a single word, I just know that he’ll punish me with the worst and longest edging and orgasm denial if I don’t do as he says.
“Answer me,” he commands, and I somehow manage a breathless, “Yes.”
My entire body trembles with the need to come, only holdingback out of sheer force of will and desperation. I grip between his neck and shoulders, digging my nails in and hardly breathing.
Please, please, please.
Our hips collide again and again, and I can feel my control slipping. It’s coming. I’m going to come.
Fuck.
“Now.” At his husky command, I let go, my breath leaving me in a rush as my cunt clamps down on him, and I cry out in pleasure, triumph—I don’t fucking know. He comes with me, his cock swelling and bursting with his seed. Aiden’s expression is like a release of all the tension and problems in his life at once. It’s filled with pure pleasure and contentment, things I never see on him, and then it’s gone.
And now I’ve discovered my new obsession with seeing it again.
Just…maybe not this second.
I realize then that he may not be done with me.“Until I’m satisfied,”he said. I swallow, my arms tightening around him while he’s preoccupied, catching his breath against my shoulder. He licks the beads of water there, groaning and looking almost pained as he pulls away.
“It’s never enough,” he mutters, and my chest squeezes uncomfortably. Aiden pins me with his dark stare, sucking me into that void as his prisoner. “I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of you. If not for the mountain of things we have to do, eating being high on that list, I’d be indulging in petting that greedy pussy of yours with my tongue.”
Said pussy clenches at the dark promise—or threat—and I’m convinced it’s just pretending to be a good girl for him because there is no fucking way it can take anymore right now.
“That’s the way I feel about all of you,” I tell him, my voice still winded. Then, remembering everything he said, I add, “Minus the pussy part.” He watches me with rapt attention while I continue, “I will never get tired of any of you. I’m in this for…life. However long that is for us.”
His brows knit with concern at my outlook. “Long. I promise we’ll be old and gray one day.” I nod with a tight smile, and he pinches my chin. “I don’t give platitudes.”
“I know.”
Aiden holds our stare a bit longer until he’s sure I understand. Then, he withdraws and helps me to my feet. “Can you stand?” His hands never let me go, making sure I have my balance as he leans down to guide and check my Jell-O legs.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I tell him once I believe I can stand without falling over. But he doesn’t right himself with that confirmation. Instead, he’s eyeing a dribble of cum leaking down my inner thigh.
Aiden’s frozen there, staring at it until a sliding trail of water threatens to touch it. He drags two fingers up my thigh, scooping it up, and pushes it back into me. I gasp, grabbing his shoulder for stability when he does it. He curses, muttering something about insanity, then looks me dead in the face. “Don’t waste it, or I’ll be forced to fill you with more.”
I stare, open-mouthed, in disbelief. Is he fucking serious?
