“I know. I need to remember that, but I get caught up in the now. I forget how good we have it.” She sent a loving smile towards her parents, who were oblivious to our conversation. “I am such a whiny bitch sometimes.”
Remy threw up his hand and laughed, shaking his head. “I wasn’t going to say it.”
She hit him with her napkin and I laughed as I ducked. When I looked at the couch, Melinda was watching us with a soft smile and I caught her eyes.
Brin went to bed first since she’d been on set straight through for hours. I finished what I could and knew I’d finish in the morning, shutting down my computer. Remy did the same, and we walked through the dark living room to what had become our room. I walked in first, rolling my neck before I felt Remy’s hands on it. “Hurting?” He asked as I moaned in response. He rubbed gently, telling me how tight I was as I laughed. I certainly took too much on all the time. We moved to the bed once he’d taken his work clothes off, and he gave me a great back rub. I closed my eyes and rested against the pillows as Remy disappeared into the bathroom.
He returned and moved behind me, kissing my bare back as I shivered. “I thought about you today.”
“Yeah?” I asked in a distracted voice as he pressed open mouth kisses over my skin.
“Yep. I missed you.” He slid his hands between my legs, telling me to spread them for him. I obliged and felt his fingers stroking my needy folds. “I miss doing this all the time.”
“You’re not bored after five months?” I teased as he found my clit.
“Nope. I have years away from you to make up for.” He gently turned me to my back, kissing me gently. I was naked for my massage and he was down to boxers. He kissed my lips hungrily, and I moaned against him. Going away had given us a private room, and we thoroughly enjoyed it. Our tongues moved together, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Remy moved down my neck, sucking my skin as I bit my lip. His body was heavy between my legs and his hard cock pressed against my thighs, making me crazy. When he reached my nipple, I arched my back to offer him more.
“Jesus, Remy,” I whispered as he dragged his teeth over me. His knees spread me open, and I cried out softly as his fingers brushed against my center. I was wet for him. Always. Even if it was just a quick morning or afternoon romp, my body was always ready for him. He plunged a finger inside of me, kissing me to stifle my moan as I gripped him. He pushed in and out, pressing against my clit until I wanted to scream. “I need you.”
Remy tugged his boxers off and threw them to the side before he pushed into me. We decided I would go on birth control, so we didn’t have to deal with condoms and it was so convenient. He felt so good inside of me and I pressed my hands against him as I rocked with him. “You feel so good. Always so good.” He murmured as we moved together. I still went back to that first night together when we needed each other so much. It was desperate and needy, and I loved it.
Now, we were together. I went to bed with him every night. I made love to him some nights and others we fucked like bunnies if we were alone. I didn’t care. Tonight, it was slow but deep and I felt him everywhere. I came first, and he followed because my tightness was too much for him to resist. We kissed to hold back our moans, pressing together tightly.
Remy rolled beside me, pulling me against his body. He was just as sexy as the day I realized he was growing into a man. I wanted him just as much. I closed my eyes and pressed my face to his chest, breathing him in. “I want to stop time,” Remy told me as I nodded. “I made light of what Brin said but she’s right. Everything gets too crazy and I think about the best parts of my life as an afterthought sometimes. At least it feels that way.
“It does. We just need to cherish these moments.” I said as I found his lips with mine. We cuddled together and fell asleep until his alarm went off, making love quickly before he got up to shower. I decided to get up as well to finish my work and brewed coffee before setting up at the table.
“The early bird gets the worm?” He teased me as I chuckled.