Chapter 10: Drowning
Remington and Laura dispensed with all niceties, once her feet hit the carpeted floor of his room. His hands tugged teddy and pants over her hips, she kicked them away when they dropped to the floor. Her hands frantically released button and zipper of his pants, then with equal urgency worked them over his hips, her eyes fastened below his waist. She'd been so caught up in her own shortcomings the night before, she'd failed to truly examine him thoroughly. Her tongue flicked against her lips, as she watched his erection spring long and proud from his clothing, the look of appreciation on her face making the fire burning in his belly ignite into a raging inferno. Hungrily, she reached for him, clasped him, stroked him, until his legs threatened to buckle beneath him. With a growl, he cupped the back of her head, devoured her lips, as he brushed aside her hand, then turned and fell backwards onto the bed, dragging her up and over his body. Settling her hips against his, laughter bubbled past her lips when he muttered another epitaph as she shifted so his shaft was nestled in the apex of her legs.
A laugh which quickly came to an end when he dragged her head downwards and claimed her lips as his own. One hand cupping the back of her head to keep her near, the other wandered her back, the rounded curve of her bottom, the backs of her thighs. Shocks course through her body, when his tongue slipped inside her mouth to stroke hers, to dance with it, to tease while he lifted his hips to grind his hardness against her already swollen mound in a sensual rhythm. It hadn't taken long, for it was a toxic combination: his taste flooding her senses, his rich smell surrounding her; the movement of his hips, the caresses from his hand. She gasped against his lips, buried her hands in his hair, and ripping her mouth from his, pressed her face into the crook of his neck, crying out when she went up in flames, her small frame shuddering from the power of the orgasm. His hands continued to wander, his hips to move, until she collapsed against him, puffing, panting, her body quivering.
Wrapping an arm around her, he stroked her hair, pressing his lips against the top of her head, losing himself in his thoughts as her body calmed. It was a heady feeling, indeed, he recognized, after their disastrous encounter the night before to know she'd found her pleasure from his body. And that she'd wanted to be as close to him as possible when it had happened? Well, his heart had bloody well nearly burst in that simple action. Another assignation? No, not this. There was no desire to reach the apex of this interlude, to find his pleasure, then be gone with a wink and a smile. Instead, he found himself swamped with emotion, wishing to prolong their lovemaking, not wanting it to ever end. He daydreamed of falling asleep with her in his arms each night, of sleeping each night next to the warmth of her wickedly slim form, of waking each morning to a pair of expressive brown eyes blinking up at him. He wanted…
And then, Laura stirred, pressing up against hands to his shoulders, those very eyes blinking down at him…
(TBC)