Remmy

When Donald told me she agreed to come, my jaw dropped. She really went for it. I busted my ass to get my pilot back on deck. I was thirsty to get home. She was going to be there. In my house.

The door to the bedroom was slightly ajar, the light from the hallway casting a thin line across the darkened floor. I approached with the stealth of a panther, my heart hammering in my chest. I pushed the door open gently, not wanting to disturb her.

Victory lay on my bed, her curves barely contained by the silk sheets that clung to her skin. Her dark hair fanned out around her face. Her chest rose and fell steadily, the only sound in the otherwise silent room. She looked so peaceful, so... innocent. Nothing at all like the fiery passion that had consumed us at the club.

I couldn't resist the urge to lean in and gently kiss her face. Her skin was cool, and she stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips. I pulled back, watching her for a moment longer, committing every detail to memory. The way her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, the curve of her neck, the gentle slope of her shoulder.

With a deep breath, I turned away from the bed, loosening my tie; I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, unbuckled my belt and, unfastened my pants, then headed to the bathroom. I smiled when I noticed the tub had been used. Transparent bubbles gathered at the drains. I wish I had been here to help her. I'd been traveling for hours, and the scent of the outside world clung to me. I needed to wash away the grime of the day before I could fully appreciate the beauty that lay before me.

The shower was cold. I let the water beat down on my back, the icy spray pummeling the tension from my muscles. As the cold water washed over me, my thoughts turned to Victory, to how she had looked at me and whispered "It was you".

Finally, feeling somewhat cleansed, I stepped out of the shower, dried off, and wrapped a towel around my waist. The room was filled with the faint scent of baby powder, with a hint of almond. I padded back into the bedroom, my bare feet silent on the marble floor.

Victory was still asleep, her body curled into a tight ball as if she was trying to keep all of her secrets hidden. I slid into the bed behind her, trying not to disturb her. My body fitting against hers like two jigsaw puzzle pieces. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer. The warmth of her body seeped into me, and I felt a sense of peace that I hadn't felt in a long time. I kissed her hair. "I love you," I whispered gently.

Her skin was warm and soft, and I couldn't resist the urge to run my hand down her arm, feeling the goosebumps rise in its wake. She stirred again but didn't wake, and I smiled in the darkness. I let sleep claim me. Not long into my slumber, I felt her warmth slip away from me. I wanted to reach out.

please let this be a dream

I opened my eyes; I watched as she sleepily made her way to the bathroom, the moonlight casting shadows across her naked form. The curve of her hips swayed gently with each step, and the sight of her bare ass made my dick throb painfully. 4:48 AM.

When she slid back into bed, she didn't say a word, just nestled into my embrace like she belonged there. I felt her breath hitch when my erection poked her in the back, and she stifled a giggle. I grinned into the pillow, my arms tightening around her. She was playing it cool, but I knew she was fully aware that I wasn't asleep.

I waited, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. The anticipation was unbearable, a delicious torment that had my skin tingling with every passing second. The room was bathed in moonlight, casting an ethereal glow over the scene. I feathered kisses on her shoulder.

She turned to face me, her eyes closed. " You're not asleep, girl," I whispered. All I saw was that brilliant smile widen on her face. I smelled mint on her breath. She really went in there and freshened her breath. I internally high-fived her. That's my girl.

Her eyes searched mine, a silent question in their depths. "Nope," she whispered, her voice a soft sigh. "I was just... thinking."

"Thinking about what?" I asked, my voice a low rumble.

"Thinking about us," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "And what it means for us to be here."

I leaned in, my breath warm against her cheek. "What do you think it means?"

Victory's eyes searched mine, the vulnerability in them making me ache. "I don't know," she admitted. "I'll tell you why you're here then. I said plainly.

Her gaze held mine, unblinking. "You're here because you're mine, and I'm not letting you go. Because every time I think about you, every time I touch you, every time I hear that sweet little voice of yours. I know that you're it for me."

Her eyes widened at my declaration, the silence between us thick and charged. I leaned in, capturing her mouth in a kiss that spoke of possession and passion. It was a silent promise, a vow of ownership that she couldn't ignore. Her body responded, arching into me, her breasts pressing against my chest.

Her hands tangled in my tight curls as I kissed a trail down her neck, feeling the pulse of her blood beneath my lips. I took my time, savoring every inch of her body. Her skin was soft and warm, tasting of almonds. I sucked on her nipples, feeling them harden under my tongue. Her breath hitched, and she gripped the sheets tightly. Moving lower, I kissed her stomach, feeling the muscles quiver in response.

As I reached the apex of her thighs, I gently parted her legs. She didn't protest, instead letting out a soft moan of anticipation. I kissed the soft skin of her inner thighs, my breath warm against her. She was already wet, her arousal coating her folds. I teased her with feather-light kisses, my tongue tracing the path of her excitement. Her hips rocked slightly, silently begging for more.

And then I found her clit, that little bundle of nerves that held the key to her pleasure. I sucked it into my mouth, feeling her body tense. She let out a strangled cry, her hands fisting in my hair. I didn't relent, continuing to kiss and lick, my teeth grazing her sensitive flesh. Her thighs tightened around my head. I pinned her legs open and suctioned her clit gently, audibly. "Give it to me," I whispered. My lips were relentless, sensually assaulting her clit in the softest way. Her moans grew louder; she sat up on her elbows to watch me suck her pussy. "Remmy, I'm gonna come!" she shrilled. "mhm." "Give it to me, baby," I whispered again.

Her body began to shake, her hips bucking against my mouth as she approached the edge of her climax. I could feel her tension building, her muscles tightening around me. I slid a finger inside her, curling it just so. She tried to run; I gripped her hips, held her firmly in place, and moaned deeply. She came apart with a scream that warmed my soul. Her orgasm washed over her, leaving her trembling and whimpering.

I pulled away, my own need raging like wildfire. I positioned myself above her, my dick nudging against her swollen entrance. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed with lust and something deeper, something that made me feel like I had just claimed a piece of her soul. "Daddy," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.

"You're mine," I said, my voice thick with desire. "Say it."

"I'm yours," she murmured, her eyes never leaving mine.

With a groan, I slid into her, filling her completely. She was tight, wet, and so fucking hot that I thought I might just combust. Her nails dug into my back as I began to move, setting a slow, deliberate pace that had us both teetering on the edge of oblivion. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper into her, her hips moving in time with mine.

Our bodies moved together in a silent symphony of passion, each thrust a declaration of ownership, each moans a sweet surrender. I watched her face as she rode the waves of pleasure, her mouth forming a perfect "O" as she climbed higher and higher. Her skin was flushed, her breath coming in ragged gasps that matched the rhythm of our lovemaking.

I reached down, tweaked her nipples, and draped one of her flexible legs over my shoulder. Skillfully thrusting into her.

"You deserve the world," I whispered against her ear, each word punctuated by a powerful thrust. "So beautiful."

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned, the pleasure clearly visible on her face. "You are the love of my life, Victory," I said, driving into her with a possessive fervor. "Mine to cherish, mine to pleasure."

Her walls tightened around me, and I knew she was close. I picked up the pace, my strokes becoming more urgent. "You're mine," I repeated, the words becoming a mantra. "Say it."

"I'm yours," she gasped, her voice a breathy moan. "Daddy's good girl." "No, just mine. Say you're mine." "I'm yours, Remmy," she said through a moan.

The words sent a bolt of electricity through me, and I knew I would come. I held back, though, wanting to bring her to the brink again. I kissed her neck, my teeth grazing her skin as I whispered sweet nothings. "I'm yours." I murmured, "I'm never letting you go."

Her body tensed, and she let out a cry that was equal parts pleasure and pain. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, and I felt her clench around me, her nails digging into my back. "Yes, there you go, baby." "Give it all to me."

I gave in to my own need, my hips pumping into her with a wild abandon that I hadn't felt in years. I tried to hold her hips in place, but she kept rolling and rolling them as her cum contractions milked every drop from my dick. She had me moaning and groaning like a virgin touched for the very first time. "Fuuck!" I growled.

Victory's body went limp as she collapsed against the pillows, her chest heaving. I followed suit, my weight pressing her into the mattress. We lay there, our bodies entwined, for what felt like an eternity. The only sounds in the room were our ragged breaths and the faint pulse of the city outside.

I propped myself up on my elbow, looking down at her. "What's the matter?" she asked in a concerned voice. "Nothing, love...just..please stay," I said, holding my breath.

She searched my eyes with a hint of amusement in hers. "Nope," she said teasingly. I collapsed back onto the pillows with a hand over my heart, chuckling. She burst into a fit of giggles.