Chapter 66: I like it
She hid her face against his shoulder as she choked on the moan that felt like it was punched out of her with the mix of listening to him, imagining him doing what he just described, and the sensation of his fingers. The whole ordeal was maddening because he refused to move further than touching her over her shorts.
"You missed my tongue drinking your juices? Or you missed me kneeling between your legs?" he pressed his fingers against her clit but stopped moving them completely, and she whined at the lack of friction while he demanded, "I’m not moving until you answer."
"Yes—I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. How it felt," she huffed with her face still buried against his shoulder, wishing it was easier for her to talk the way he does. "I want you to eat me out again—I like it."
Remo leaned back to look at her, forcing her to lay her head back down against the bed. She peeled her eyes open, expecting to see a smug look on his face, but there wasn’t. His brows were pulled hard together with his lips parted, and a look in his eyes she couldn’t decipher. It looked like he had a million things running through his head while simultaneously looking at her like he wanted to dislocate her goddamn hips.
"Let’s fix that then," he breathed, slipping his hand away to replace it by pressing his hips hard against hers and letting her feel him through the barriers separating them before grinding against her. "Let me have you again? I need you, I thought I could wait but I can’t."
"Ok-ay." She breathed.
Abby shuffled backward until she felt the softness of the pillows, sensing Remo’s hands slid down her hips, discarding her skirt without much thought. He positioned himself over her, his knees between hers, and leans in to kiss her, their urgency evident in their embrace.
With a mixture of caution and desire, Abby threaded her fingers through Remo’s hair, trailing the other down his stomach until she reached the waistband of his jeans. Ignoring her nerves, she let instinct guided her, palming the hardness beneath the fabric.
His reaction was immediate, hips arching forward as he gasped against her lips. She continued , eliciting a series of low moans before he spoke , a mix of surprise and frustration in his tone.