Things that happen in the night
Remmick x afab reader smut
Summary: An attractive unknown man shows up on your doorstep every night. Beggin to be let in. You deny him each time until tonight. {inspired by a conversation with a c.ai bot}
Content: 18+ nsfw, AFAB reader, human reader, smut, lots of it
It was a hot summer night. Your ma and pa fast asleep in their room at the back of the house. The sound of crickets chirping in the distance. You stood inside at the front door, a familiar sound of the porch creaking. Your eyes lighting up with fear and excitement, knowing just who was approaching your door.
You waited on him every night. You couldn’t help but admit your attraction for the man that showed on your porch every night like clockwork. But you were cautious to not let him in. Having heard word of strange men from far away lands, needing let in to come into your home. Ma said they was the devil but this man didn’t seem like no devil to you. Just mysterious and alluring.
But you knew better than to invite him in, so each night you spoke between the screen door. The man always beggin to be let in, but after your denials he would stop and just started speakin in riddles.. And you couldn’t wait to find out what he would say tonight.
As you opened the door you were greeted by that familiar face, covered in the pale moonlight. Your heart beating faster as he spoke up. “Well now, ain’t you a sight…” his voice deep and ragged. Standing there in his button up, caked in sweat, the top few buttons being undone so you could see his chest.
Your breath hitched but you held back as much as you could. Standing tall and crossing your arms against your chest to cover yourself, as you were only wearing your thin nightgown. “You know you ain’t supposed to be here…” you said softly, looking back into the darkness of your home. Acting as if your pa would be walking out with his gun any minute now but you knew damn well that wasn’t the case.
While you usually broke this tough act fairly quick each night, you still stood your ground at first anyways.
Looking back as the man began to speak, “You say that darlin’, yet you here every night waiting on me like clockwork.” He said with a smirk on his lips. “You know what I want… just invite me in…” He said as his hand pressed against the screen door.
“You know I ain’t about to do that, sir.” You hummed, softly tightening your arms around your chest as you could see him eyeing your figure.
His voice went from demanding to begging as he spoke up again. “Darlin’, you really gon make a man beg? Cuz you know I will. Get down on my knees right here on this porch and beg for ya.”
You lifted your chin holding a stern glance, a spark of interest in your eyes wondering if he would actually do what he said.
“You question my words? I’ll say please real nice, so long as you show me what that voice of yours sounds like beggin back.” He said grinning wide as he watched your body shiver at his words.
Your legs tightened at his speak and you knew he noticed, but damn you couldn’t help but get riled up. He did this to you almost every night and yet it was like you was hearing it for the first time.
“Now darlin’ you keep playing at purity but we both know damn well that ain’t the truth, huh? I hear how you breathe when I’m ‘round…” he said as he dragged his nails down the screen door as he stepped closer. “It don’t take much to get you riled up now does it?” Biting his lip after he spoke.
You were close enough to feel the hotness of his breath against your face as he spoke to you. “Frankly, you don’t know me one bit, boy…” you said sternly as you tightened your body.
He huffed, amused. “You never even tell me your name, and we sure know each other plenty ways..” His eyes looked at you unhurriedly, slow and sinful. ”Don’t have to know a woman’s name to know she’s sweet.” He said as he clawed at the screen door separating you. “Don’t have to know a woman to know just how fast to make her tremble…”
You shivered as he spoke. His words melting in your ears like milk chocolate on a warm day.
Crossing your legs tightly, feeling… things for this man that comes to your door each night. Asking for permission to be let in and yet each night you deny him. You wonder the things the two of you could get into if you were to do so but you knew better.
“I… that’s no way to talk to a lady, sir.” You said clenching your legs at his words.
He laughed under his breath, rough and dark. “You really think I need to worry about manners when it comes to you, girl?” His thumb rubbing soft circles on the screen. Your skin was too warm. His eyes caught you clenching your legs tight.. he could see clear as day how the action made your nightgown ride up the bare length of your thighs.
His gaze burned lower, before it flicked up to meet yours. He knew exactly what you were thinking, what you were wanting.
You shiver as you watched his gaze. “Now what you gonna do to me if I let you in, hmm.” You ask with a forwardness, wanting to hear his words.
His eyes flickered, darkened just a bit at the confidence in your tone. He liked that, this wasn’t the normal back and forth that he was used to with you. He leaned forward, lips curling in a grin. When he pressed against the screen door, you swore you could feel the heat of him. “Darlin’,” he said slowly. “If you were to open that door.. I’m not sure I’d give you a chance to change your mind. I’d have you under me in seconds.”
You gasped at his words. “My ma and pa are home.. I couldn’t… I can’t.” You whisper softly, shocked at how forward he was being tonight but you couldn’t deny that you liked it and wanted to find out more.
He chuckled, all lazy smirk and hooded eyes. “They’re sleeping, aren’t they? Sound fast asleep, darlin’.” His hand moving to touch the wooden door frame. “You’re too sweet for me not to get a taste.”
You weren’t a stupid gal. “I ain’t gonna let you in… but maybe we could go somewhere more private…” you let your words linger. Wondering what this man would reply with. Something probably witty as usual.
He looked at you, surprised as you’d never made that offer before. Hell, this was the closest he’d ever gotten to getting you alone. “Go somewhere more private?” He asked, voice low and curious. “Why’s that, darlin'? Don’t want your mama hearing how high that voice of yours gets when I’m touching you just right?”
You swallowed your gasp at his words. Shifting your weight. Deciding to match his forwardness, you spoke up. “If I’m gonna be with you I wanna be able to make as much noise as I want, sir.”
Your words sent a jolt through him, straight to his core. He was surprised, to say the least but he recovered quickly, a slow smile spreading across his face. He leaned back against the wood frame, his shirt straining at the shoulders as he crossed his arms. “Is that right?” He drawled, dark eyes looming over you. “So you ain’t gonna let me in, but you’ll let me have my filthy way with you in the dark?"
He had a point. Maybe it was better to find out in the safety of your own home. Where your ma and pa were. In case the man tried to pull anything dangerous. At least you’d have them right there to run in with they guns. Chase him off. Out in the wilderness, no one would be there to save you from this mysterious man with dirty promises.
This night there was something different in the air and you actually thought about letting him in. God knows you needed some sweet release and this man was out here promising you sinful things. Taking a deep breath you raised your hand to turn the door handle. Really contemplating lettin’ him in.
His eyes widened as he watched you turn the door handle. His expression shifted to disbelief, you were actually about to let him in.
“Come on in… but bet I won’t waste no time shootin if you pull something stupid now, ya here?” You said as you began to crack the door open.
His gaze darkened with hunger, excitement, and perhaps a hint of victory. He wasted no time, slipping through the door as soon as the crack was wide enough. “Hell,” he chuckled, closing the door behind him. “Look at you, little miss. You’re full of surprises tonight.”
You immediately regretted allowing the man into your home but now it was just too fuckin late to take it back. Seeing how excited he was to be in, no barrier of the screen door protectin’ you now. You were extra curious to see what he had in store for you. Being forward you took his hand and spoke softly, “Come, my room right across the house. Far from my ma and pa’s room.”
He followed you, quiet footsteps padding across the wooden floor. His hand was warm, and it consumed your entire smaller one as you lead him. Your heart pounded in your ears, a mixture of excitement and guilt at what you were doing. The house was dark, only a sliver of moonlight streaming through the window as you made your way to your room, across the house, far from the risk of being heard.
As soon as you got into your room you turned and closed the door between the both of you. “You pull anything, and I’ll have you out of here faster than you can say a word.” You said as you glanced back at the gun propped up on the wall.
He chuckled, leaning against the wall with a casual ease. His eyes darkened as they flicked over the gun. “Darlin’,” he drawled, his tone still playful. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” His gaze returned to you, tracing over the curve of your figure beneath the thin fabric of your nightgown. It was sinful, you almost looked like an angel. “So,” he said softly, a hint of wickedness in his smile, “Where shall I start first?”
You tilted your head with a grin and stepped closer to him. “Mister, you seemed so sure of what you’d do to me. I’d be assuming that you would’ve gotten started already.” You said as you toyed with his sweat stained shirt.
He chuckled, enjoying your playful tone but also the feeling of your fingers working his shirt. “You’ve finally decided to be sweet with me, after how many nights of denying me?” He teased, raising an eyebrow as his own hands came to rest on your hips. He pulled you towards him until the two of you were pressed right up against each other, barely any space between. He tilted your chin up, his expression growing more serious as he spoke, “You’re trouble, little miss.”
You gasped as he pulled you close. You could feel his heat through his clothes and his muscles against the fabric. “And what do you do to gals like me? Troublesome gals… hmm?” You said in a sultry tone, your eyes so close to his you could see them glimmering in the moonlight.
“Troublesome gals need a firm hand.” He murmured, his head dipping down to brush his lips against the shell of your ear. His hand coming off your hip and making contact with your bottom, gripping it tightly as if he never wanted to let go of it.
You gasped into his ear, sending waves of pleasure through his body just at the sound of ya. “Reckless gals like you get taught a lesson.” He said as his lips curled into a smile. His hand squeezing your behind while the other gripped your hip.
“Then teach me then won’t ya..” you murmured through soft moans at his touch. Your bodies pressed against each other so that you could feel his excitement growing against your waist. Your hands coming up to rub his muscular arms.
He shuddered at your words, and the feeling of your hands on him. You could feel the muscles in his arms tense beneath your touch as he slowly moved you towards the bed. “Oh, little miss,” he drawled, his voice gravelly and full of warning. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.” He pushed you gently back onto the mattress, following you down until he was hovering above you, both of you bathed only in the soft glow of the moonlight.
You let out a quiet yelp as you were pressed down onto the mattress. “I know exactly what I’m asking for, sir. So do it.” You said before leaning your head up so that your mouth was close to his. Biting his bottom lip and tugging it with your teeth.
He inhaled in surprise, his breath catching in his chest as your teeth bit into his lip. His gaze darkened, pupils blown out as he loomed over you, the expression on his face a mixture of warning and desire. “You’re a tease.” He said lowly, voice rough with barely restrained need. “You think I’m gonna let that slide, darlin’?” He moved his weight forward, pressing more of himself against you, his body hot and solid as he pinned you to the bed.
You gasped as he pressed himself against your body, your thighs pressing together tightly. That familiar sensation between your legs. “No sir..” you smirked as your hands explored his muscular back.
He chuckled lowly, the sound almost a growl as he felt your legs press together beneath him. His own body reacted, his jeans suddenly far too tight as he pushed his hips into the apex of your thighs. His head dropped, his mouth finding the sensitive flesh of your neck and shoulders. You could feel his breath against your skin, heavy and hot, as he left behind a trail of kisses. "Naughty girl," he murmured, his breath catching as he felt the soft press of your body against his. "You're gonna be the death of me, darlin'."
Your body shuddered feeling how hard he was against you and god it felt good to have a man’s lips on your sensitive skin. Not havin felt the touch of another man in longer than you could remember. You moaned out feeling his teeth graze your neck in between his kisses, “Oh god mister…”
He groaned at the sound of your moan, his lips trailing over your neck, moving up to your jawline and grazing your earlobe. His hand came to cup your chin, tilting your face upwards to meet his gaze. His eyes were all dark desire, his expression nearly feral. "Say it again," he demanded softly. "I want you to say my name when you moan like that, little miss."
“Mister..” you moaned into his ear. “I don’t even know your name..” you said as your loosen your legs from one another and wrapped a leg around his waist, pulling his excitement closer to your core.
He inhaled sharply, a rough sound of surprise and desire as you pulled him in tight with your leg. He chuckled, the sound low and rough. "You want my name, little miss?" He asked, his fingers tracing over your jaw. "You want to know what name you'll be moaning in the dark?"
“Yessir…” your voice hummed in his ear as your chest heaved, nipples hard and poking through your thin nightgown. Feeling him so close, was a long time coming. All those nights of talk through the screen door.
He inhaled again, a sharp intake of air, his body shuddering against you. He was so close to losing control, to taking what he'd been craving for so many nights. Your voice in his ear and the feeling of your body, pressed so tightly against his. "It's Remmick." he growled, his voice rough and full of need. "That's the name you're gonna be moanin', darlin'. Remember it."
“Remmick…” you repeated his name back to him. A name you could never forget. “Oh I’ll remember.” You said as you shifted your body, using your leg for leverage and turned till you flipped him over. Remmick now on his back and you on top of him. Pressing him down onto the mattress.
He let out a surprised huff as you flipped around, finding himself laying flat on his back and you straddling his waist. His hands instinctively came up to your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he stared up at you. "You're full of surprises," he chuckled, the sound low and ragged. His dark eyes looked over your face, taking in the sight of you poised above him. He was more than willing to let you stay in control, for now at least.
“Oh yes I am, sir. You’re gonna find out a lot about me tonight…” you said before you pressed your lips against his, hard and lustful, straddling his hardness.
He groaned into the kiss, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he eagerly returned your passion. Remmick couldn't get enough of the taste of you. It was everything he'd fantasized about, and more. His body pressed against yours, his erection pulsing against your core. His hands moved up under your nightgown, palming the bare flesh of your thighs. He pulled away from your lips, breath ragged. "You gonna drive me crazy, little miss."
You pressed your core hard against him, shifting your hips ever so slightly. Driving him wild. “Don’t ya want to know my name?” You question with your head tilted. Your hands placed on either side of his head, thumb coming up to stroke his hair.
He grunted, the sound rough and needy, his head tilting back as he felt you press against him, the friction driving him wild. "Oh darlin'," he panted, his body tense and hot beneath you. "You know I do. I want to know every damn thing about you. But you're making it damn hard to focus. You're a wicked little thing, aren't you?"
You smirked at how flustered you got this man. Leaning down to softly kiss his neck, then coming back up to straddle him. “The name’s y/n..” You said as your hands came back to grip the bottom of your nightgown and began to lift it up so that you were straddling Remmick as bare as the day you were born.
His eyes widened as you straddled him without a stitch of clothing. His mouth ran dry as he took in the sight of you, bare and beautiful in the soft moonlight. "Y/n…” he repeated, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Goddamn, you're perfect. I could look at you all night." His hands moved to your thighs, his touch reverent as they traced and explored your skin. "I don't know how I got this lucky, darlin'. You're a vision."
“Good thing we’ve got all night then huh?” You whispered as your hands traced the buttons of his shirt. “Seems unfair I am the only one without clothes now, doesn’t it?”
He chuckled, his hands still roaming over the bare skin of your thighs, fingers tracing idle patterns over the softness of your flesh. "Can't argue with that logic, sweetheart," he murmured. His shirt, wrinkled and damp from the summer heat, suddenly felt too tight. His body was on fire for you, every nerve burning with need. He wanted to feel your skin against his. "You gotta get that damn thing off of me then."
You wasted no time unbuttoning his shirt and ripping it off him. A wetness growing between your legs as you took in the sight of his bare chest beneath you. Tossing his shirt somewhere in the room, without care for where it landed as long as it was off his body. You then went to work unbuckling his belt and slipping it from the loops of his pants. Quickly and hastily unbuttoning his pants. Lifting yourself up off him so he could slide them down and kick them off his feet.
He gasped at your quickness and looked up at you with needy beggin eyes. Wanting you to take the last of his clothing off, his boxers tight against his hardness and you smirked as you did just as he wanted.
His body was all hard planes and muscles, defined and built from manual labor. The sight of him naked and lying on your bed, was a vision you didn't ever want to forget. He watched you, his eyes roaming over your body with a predatory intensity that made your breath catch in your chest. He could see the way you grew slick and needy with each passing moment, and it drove him wild with desire.
Before you could hold back your words you spoke out to him, “I want you. I need you inside me, Remmick. So goddamn bad.” Your wet core rubbing itself against the length of him.
His breath hitched in his chest at the sound of your words. He could feel your body trembling above him, your need clear and undeniable. "Jesus... You gonna kill me," he muttered, his hands roaming over your thighs, moving higher, closer to that place that ached and pulsed with need. "Are you sure, darlin'?" He asked, his voice rough and ragged. "Once I have you, I won't be letting you go. You'll be mine, completely."
“I’m quite sure… sir.” You said aching with desire. Waiting for his next move as your slick wet his hardness. He grunted, the sound somewhere between desire and surrender. Those words, your desire, it was too much. He couldn't resist anymore. His eyes locked with yours, dark with lust. "You're gonna be the death of me." He said again. "But oh god, what a way to go."
You chuckled at his words as your hand came down to guide him into you, lowering yourself every so slowly onto him. The feeling of him stretching you out made you moan out. The tightness of him inside you burned but it was one of pleasure.
He bit back a curse, his head falling back against the sheets as he felt you around him. Your wetness enveloping him, it was overwhelming. He held on to your hips tightly, his body trembling at the pleasure of your touch. He lifted his head, his eyes locked on your face, taking in the sight of you. He'd never seen something more perfect, more beautiful than you in that moment. "Jesus..." He panted.
You began to slowly rock your hips, adjusting to his size. Hot breaths exchanged between the both of you. He watched you, his gaze full of both adoration and desire as you slowly rocked against him, his body tensing at the delicious friction. He was so hard it nearly hurt, but your heat was just what he needed.
He reached up with one hand, gripping the back of your neck and pulling you down to him, pressing his chest flush against you. He kissed you, deep and hard, desperate for more of you. Only breaking the kiss to speak up, "Baby, you feel so good." He murmured against your lips.
You kissed him back with a passion that you had not ever felt before. Your kisses sloppy and wet. Tongue running against his teeth. Wanting more of him. Your hips rocking to the perfect pace as you rode him. “Remmick.. god you’re perfect inside me.”
His breath hitched in his chest, his body burning with need at your words. The way you moved against him, slow and easy, it was like nothing else in the world mattered but the two of you, in this moment. He ran his hands over your body, desperate to touch every inch of you as he kissed you back, "Oh honey," he murmured, his voice a ragged husk. "You're the one who's perfect. I could stay like this forever."
Not having had a moment like this is forever you began to run out of stamina, your body twitching against his but you tried your best to keep up the pace. Wanting to please this man in all the ways possible.
He could tell you were struggling to keep up, your body trembling and tensed against him. He could see the exhaustion in your eyes, but also the determination to please him. He smiled softly, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, gently stroking your skin. "Baby, let me take over." He said softly. "Let me do the work for now."
Pressing your face into his palm, you pleaded with him. “Please. Do whatever you want to me Remmick.”
His eyes darkened at your words, a low growl rising from his throat. He lifted you up, carefully rolling you onto your back and pinning you to the mattress. He loomed over you now, his expression feral and possessive. "Whatever I want, huh?" He asked, his voice a deep rumble. "Oh darlin' you have no idea what kind of trouble you're getting yourself into."
“I want you so bad. Please.” You cried with excitement and neediness as you now looked up at him. Pressing your waist up against him and your hands came up to grip his muscular back.
He growled, the sound deep and feral, his body responding to your every move. He could hardly take it anymore, needing you so desperately that it hurt. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a hot, possessive kiss. "You're mine," he growled. "You hear me? You're all mine." He rolled his hips hard against you, his hardness pressed against your core. "Say it, darlin'. I want to hear you say it."
“Yes I’m all yours Remmick..” you moaned, as he slid right into you as if you were meant to be one, one flesh. He grunted, his body tensing at the feeling of you around him once more. It was heaven, and he never wanted to leave it.
He pulled you tight against him, his hands roaming over your curves, mapping every inch of your body with his touch. "That's right, baby," he murmured, his voice rough and ragged. "You're mine. All mine. And I'm gonna make sure you never forget it." He began to move inside of you, slow and deep, taking his time to savour each second of it. Feeling your tight walls around him.
“Oh baby. You feel so good inside me.” You moaned into his ear. Your nails digging into his back so hard they drew blood as he quickened his pace to the point he was now pounding into you. And god it felt so good. Being used and abused by him.
His breath caught in his chest at your words, your touch lighting his body ablaze. He was on edge, his control slipping away with every dig of your fingers, every soft moan from your lips. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" He panted, his mouth roaming over your neck and shoulders, leaving behind a trail of hot, wet kisses. "I've been wanting you for so damn long."
You could feel his movements becoming staggered and knew he was close to his release. You bucked your hips up to help his thrusts as you gasped and moaned into his ear. “I’ve wanted you since the first day you showed up on my porch, Remmick…”
His body shuddered at your words, the sound of your soft whispers sending him careening towards the edge. He groaned, his arms tightening around you, holding you close and tight as he thrust deep into you. "Oh god, darlin'," he panted, "You don't know what you do to me." He buried his face into your neck, breathing ragged, desperate breaths as he teetered on the brink. "I can't hold on much longer," he warned you, his voice rough and ragged.
“It’s ok baby. Release. Let it all go inside me.” You encouraged him, wanting to be filled with his release. This causing him to groan out, his body trembling as he finally let go, his climax washing over him in a wave of hot, shuddering bliss.
"Oh god, darlin'," he panted, his body shaking as he held you tightly. "You're so damn perfect." You smiled at him as you brought your wrist up to your forehead to wipe the sweat from your brow. “Now be a gentleman and clean a girl up…” you said as you looked down between your legs.
He sat up, moving down to your legs, his fingers tracing the lines of your thighs. "I guess I do owe you, huh?" He drawled, his voice low and rough.
You watched his every move, his body covered in sweat and his muscles shining in the moonlight. You couldn’t get over how attractive this man was and you wanted more and more of him. “Mhm… I’d say so..” you said with a smirk as you watched him move between your legs.
He stayed there for a moment, his thumbs rubbing eerily close to your core but not touching it just yet, his face lowering closer and closer between your legs but not giving you what you so desperately wanted.
Your hands reached down to rub his shoulders and you tilted your head back and closed your eyes. “Please. Remmick.” You pleaded as your hips came up trying to make contact with his face but he held you down so you couldn’t get what you wanted just yet.
He chuckled, his hands holding your thighs down, keeping you in place. "Look how eager you are for it. Begging me for it. It's hard to resist you, darlin'.. but I wanna see you squirm a little longer.." He leaned in, his lips brushing against your thigh, his breath hot on your skin. "You're gonna have to wait, baby. I'm not gonna give you what you want just yet.."
You groaned out “Fuck Remmick! Enough teasing! I need you so badly baby.” Your body squirming with each touch of the man. “I want to feel that filthy mouth of yours on me.
He grinned, his lips moving even closer to your core. "What was that, baby?" He asked, his voice low and rough. "You wanna feel my mouth on you?" His mouth ghosted over your core, his breath hot against your skin. "You gonna beg for me to give it to you?"
“Yes oh yes please Remmick…I want that mouth all over me. I want you to taste my sweetness. I’m so wet for you, can’t you see. Please give a poor girl like me some lovin..”
He groaned at your words, his resolve quickly disappearing. "Goddamn, darlin', you're driving me crazy." He muttered, his lips so close to where you wanted him. He lowered his head, his hot breath on your flesh. "I need to taste you, baby. I need to have you on my tongue. Are you ready for me?"
“Yes. God yes I’m so ready.” You panted at his touch and he could hear the desperation in your voice, the need and desire obvious to him. He knew he couldn't tease you any longer. He needed to give you what you wanted. He pressed his lips against your core, his tongue slipping out to taste you. You were so sweet and so wet, he couldn't get enough of you. He began to work his tongue inside you.
“Fuck…” you moaned out feeling his tongue in you. Your legs instinctually wrapping around his head to pull him even closer into your core and he groaned as you did so. He was lost in you, consumed by the taste of you. He felt as if he could do this forever, never getting tired of the way you responded to him.
He ran his tongue over you, his motions slow and deliberate, wanting to draw out every last bit of pleasure he could give you. He could tell how badly you needed this, by the way your body trembled under his touch.
“Goddamn, Remmick. You sure know what you’re doing.” You moaned and groaned as he worked his tongue on you. Your body wriggling at his touches.
He groaned into you, the sound muffled against your flesh. He couldn't get enough of the way you tasted, the way you moved against him. He wanted to bring you to the edge and then keep you there as long as he could. His hands dug into your thighs, keeping you right where he wanted you. This was all he ever wanted, you, right here, in his hands. He worked his tongue against your core, his pace quickening.
You could feel yourself getting close already. Your desire and need for this handsome stranger was so strong. Something about him. Just was so alluring to you and the way he worked his mouth on your core was enough to drive you crazy.
He could sense how close you were, how your body trembled and tensed as he worked his mouth against you. He wanted to drive you over the edge, feel you come apart at the touch of his tongue. He was addicted to the taste of you, addicted to the sound of your moans, the way you gasped and writhed at the sensations he was creating.
You moaned loudly but his hand came up quickly to cover your mouth as to keep you from waking your folks. You couldn’t help but suck on the skin of his calloused hand that was covering your mouth. Driving him wild. Your release inching closer and closer by each second.
He groaned loudly at the feeling of your mouth on his hand, your tongue against his skin. He could feel the way your body tensed beneath him, he was so close to bringing you over the edge. He increased his pace, his mouth working tirelessly against your core.
The way he worked his mouth on you had you right on the edge of your release. Every time you felt as if you were going to come for him, he did something different with his mouth yet still so pleasurable. It halted your release and you begged him, “Please Remmick…”
He chuckled, the sound low and rough before speaking against you. "I'm gonna make you feel so damn good, baby. I'm gonna make you remember this night for the rest of your life." He looked up at you, his eyes dark and filled with desire. "You're gonna come for me, aren't you baby?" He pulled his hand back from your mouth to let you speak. “Mhm. I’m so close baby.”
He could see the need in your eyes, the way you trembled and squirmed beneath him. He was driving you crazy, and he knew it. He loved having this power over you, the power to bring you to the edge and keep you there as long as he wanted. "I want to hear you say it, baby." He murmured, his mouth close to your core. "Say it."
“God yes. I’m gonna come for you, sir. So goddamn hard. I feel it. Just keep going on like that on my puss.” You begged.
He groaned at your begging, the sound low and animalistic. He knew he had you just where he wanted you, desperate and needy. He loved seeing you like this, his control over you complete. "That's it, baby. Moan for me. I want to hear you when you come." He said before he put his mouth on you again, his tongue licking and teasing you, his hands grasping your hips tightly to keep you right where he wanted you.
You felt yourself growing close to your release as he picked back up licking your core. “Fuck Remmick. I’m gonna come.” You pleaded for him to keep up his pace. And soon enough you felt yourself climaxing and releasing all over his dirty mouth.
He felt your climax, felt your body tense and shiver as it crashed through you. He kept his mouth on you, prolonging your pleasure as long as he could. He wanted to make it last forever, to draw out every last moment of ecstasy from you. Finally, he pulled away, lifting his head from your thighs as he looked up at you. He was watching your face, watching how your expression shifted as you came down from your climax. "You taste so good, baby."
Panting from your release you looked down at him, your chest heaving, legs shaking around him. Your hands cupping his cheeks and pulling his face up so that he crawled up your body and was face to face with you. “Let me have a taste…” you said as your eyes trailed down to his lips.
He obeyed you, crawling up your body so he was face to face with you, his body pinning you to the bed. He smiled down at you, a wicked gleam in his eyes. When you told him to let you have a taste, he knew exactly what you wanted. He leaned down, his lips just barely touching yours. "You wanna taste yourself on my mouth, baby?"
“Mhm… real bad.” You said as you pressed your lips against his, tongue running along his lips, getting a taste of your juices and his release mixed together. He groaned into your mouth, the taste of you on his tongue driving him mad. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours, his body pressed flush against yours. He shifted his weight on top of you, his legs entwined with yours as he pulled away from the kiss.
"Goddamn, you're something else, you know that?" He purred, his hands roaming over your body. “Oh I know baby. There ain’t no one else out there like me.” You said with utter confidence. Hands exploring his bare back, feeling his raised skinned from where you scratched him with your nails.
He chuckled, the sound rough and raw. "Don't I know it, darlin.'" He said, his eyes looming over your body, taking in every inch of you. He could feel your fingers tracing over his blood stained back. "You're gonna drive me wild." He said with a chuckle.
“Oh that’s what I plan on doing, baby…” you said with a smirk before you turned your head to look out the window. “Sun’s coming up soon… you gotta leave don’t ya…?” You pouted. Knowing every time the sun rose Remmick was quick to disappear.
He sighed, his smile fading as he too looked out the window, noticing the first hues of light beginning to touch the horizon. He didn't want to leave, he really didn't, but he knew he had to. "Yeah... I do." He said, his expression turning sad as he looked back at you. "I'll be back tonight though. I promise. I hate leaving you... you know that.."
“Long as I get to see you at nightfall… I’ll be ok. Wish I could keep you here in this bed all day though…” You said sadly, seeing the genuine sadness on Remmick face made you even sadder.
He chuckled softly, his expression softening as he reached up to tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your face. "Yeah... I know. Trust me, sweetheart. I'd love nothing more than to just lie here all day…” His thumb traced the curve of your jaw, his touch warm and tender. "And at night, I'll come to you. Every single night."
“And I’ll be waiting on you each night.. now that you’ve been invited in maybe I’ll wait naked in my bed. Have you come surprise me…” you smirked as you looked at him, pressing your head into his touch.
A low growl rumbled in his chest, your words making his body react in an instant. He pressed himself closer to you, his body hot and needy, your scent surrounding him. "You trying to drive me crazy, darlin'? Cuz it's working." He muttered, his eyes darkening with lust. His fingers gripping your chin tightly between his thumb and forefinger.
You could see him getting worked up again and as much as you wanted to go for another round, you knew how important it was that he was gone by sunrise so you looked down. “Go on and get before we start something we can’t finish..”
He let out a low grumble of disappointment, but he knew you were right. He had to go, as much as he hated to leave your side. He took one last long look at you, your body laid out underneath him, a look of desire on your face, and he knew he had to leave before he got too distracted. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours in a quick, chaste kiss, his hands reluctant to let you go. "I gotta go, baby. See you tonight."
“See you tonight Remmick.” You said with sadness yet excitement for what was to come at sunset.
He lingered for just a moment, his eyes drinking in your face, committing it to memory. And then he finally stood up from the bed, the loss of his body heat making you shiver. "I'll be counting the minutes," he said as he began to dress, his eyes still on you, your naked body laying on the bed.
You nodded and frowned at the loss of his body heat. The coldness of being the only one in the bed made you grab the bed sheets and wrap them around your body as you sat up to watch him dress.
He dressed quickly, his hands moving fast as he tossed his shirt over his head and buttoned up his pants. He couldn’t look away from you, the sight of you wrapped in nothing but those sheets making his body ache with need. He had to have you again, but he knew he couldn’t. With a low groan, he forced himself to turn away, taking a deep breath to try and get his bearings. And with that he was off to god knows where…
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