Remy
Waves crashed in the darkness on the deserted beach. They snuggled in the back of his truck as the half-moon reflected off the midnight water. She tucked the soft plaid throw he’d spread out over her legs. The salty June air wrapped around their skin like a warm blanket. It was perfect, lying in his arms, with the canopy of stars splattered across the heavens above them. Everything felt right when she was this close to Mikel.
She turned to study his chiseled profile in the glow of the moon. He was beautiful. Strong and broken. A fallen star. Her dark angel.
He’d protected her. He’d supported her dreams. Their time together hadn’t been all smooth sailing. But it was during small moments like this one, when his mask fell, revealing his soul in shattered pieces, that everything was perfect. She would give anything to chase his demons away, to connect with him in a way she had never connected with a man before.
She lifted her face to his. He gazed back at her as if she were the most beautiful thing on the planet. In his eyes, she recognized the man he could be, the happiness he could have if she could figure out how to help set him free. She saw forever.
Remy leaned closer, erasing the space between their mouths, kissing him soft and slow, and purposeful. She wanted to remove the pain and infuse her lips with every last bit of love and compassion she had inside her, using her movements to tell him everything she was too afraid to say aloud. She pulled the hem, taking her shirt off, exposing her white lace bra.
He blinked and swallowed. A flash of fear and uncertainty in his eyes was quickly masked with lust. She unsnapped the back of her bra, letting her breasts fall free. She shivered as a wave of goose bumps spread across her skin. His glassy eyes stared back at her, watching her with rapt attention. Rough calloused hands caressed her dark nipple, his arousal hard and demanding underneath the heat of her core.
His white flesh contrasted with hers. Bending to kiss him, she reached for his pants button, fumbling in her nervousness. She gasped as he flipped her on her back before climbing on top of her, taking control. A sensation she had never known eclipsed her body. Something about the raw power he exuded made her insides quiver. His head dipped to her chest as his tongue licked her erect nipple. It burned so hard it hurt. He moved, grinding his hardness against her center. Even through his pants she could tell he was large.
“Mikel?” She panted as he sucked and laved her breast, sending sparks and shimmers of heat to her womb.
“I want to taste you so bad, Remy. Can I do that?” he asked, his voice heady with want.
His question sent a shockwave of anticipation rippling through her. She nodded, the word stuck in her throat.
“I’m gonna take care of you, baby,” he said, trailing kisses down her belly towards her shorts. She drew in a shaky breath as he unbuttoned her cutoffs and slid them along her legs.
“You say the word and we’ll stop,” he assured her, before kissing the inside of her thighs.
She trembled as suddenly every sensation was amplified. The only sound she could hear was her thunderous heartbeat. The only touch of rough hands gently, reverently, pulling her panties down to fully expose her to him. She had never felt so vulnerable in all her life. Nerves and curiosity were swallowed by lust as he slipped a finger inside her wetness. All self-consciousness left her mind as pleasure soaked through her.
She moaned at the pleasant intrusion.
“You’re so tight, so wet for me, baby.” His breath tickled the sensitive flesh of her lower lips. A fever spread throughout her. Nothing else mattered in that moment but Mikel and what he was doing to her body. His tongue, warm and wet, slid inside her folds. His head bobbed between her parted thighs. His hands and mouth swirled, laving, flicking, and sucking. She came alive. An impending pressure built. He slipped another finger inside her as she winced and moaned. It hurt so good.
“You taste so sweet. You’re beautiful, baby. Every part of you. I’m gonna make you see stars, beautiful. Gonna make you come.”
His gravelly voice sent a bolt of white-hot need burning in every cell of her body. Inhibitions stripped, she arched her back, pressing herself against him, shamelessly seeking the relief he promised.
One hand reached out and pinched her nipple as his other fingers dipped inside her well, finding a spot that she had only read about in romance novels. The touch to the extra-sensitive area sent glittering flashes into her vision as she cried out, the pressure threatening to break her.
“Yes! Mikel, please!” she begged.
He sucked the sensitive pearl gently, giving her the final push into her orgasm. Intoxicating pleasure spiraled through her as she jumped freely over the edge, soaring, floating.
He lay next to her, holding her against his chest as she came down. Sated, relaxed, and limbless.
This is what heaven must feel like. The stars aligned. Everything as it should be.
She turned to Mikel, and tasted herself in his illicit kiss. Had she really just let him do that to her? Her cheeks heated as she snuggled against him. Trailing her hand down his abs, she lifted his T-shirt. He helped her take it off and lay back down.
She kissed his peck before licking one of his nipples.
“Do you like that?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
She did it again, sucking one of his pink buds into her mouth as her hand slid down the trail of dark hair towards that perfect V. She moved to place a kiss in the center of one of the dips of his hip as she unbuttoned his pants.
His hand halted her exploration. “Remy, stop.”
She turned towards him, confused.
“You don’t have to do that. Tonight was about making you feel good.”
She took a deep breath. “But what if I want to?” she asked. “What if this will make me feel good too?”
He clenched his jaw. His abdominal muscles tensed as his breathing increased. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she answered, her voice not giving away the nerves she felt inside. She wanted to bring him the kind of bliss he had just shown her.
She removed his pants until he was as bare as she. She took in the sight of this naked man before her. His thick erect cock bobbed in front of her face. Her hand trembled as she reached out and wrapped her fingers around his hardness.
He hissed, and she looked back to him. Was she doing something wrong? “Is this okay?”
“It’s perfect.” He placed his palm over hers, moving it up and down his length. He was rock-hard, his abs clenched and taut. His gaze locked on to her. She lowered her head and licked the tip of his cock. He groaned his appreciation. He seemed so big and intimidating. Thanks to Emma’s oversharing, she at least had some idea of what she was supposed to do.
She opened her mouth, taking him in as far as she could, moving her hand to the base. She moved him in and out of her mouth, slowly exploring him with her tongue. He groaned.
“That feels so fucking good. You’re so sexy. So perfect,” he said.
She sucked as he fisted her hair, guiding her head into the perfect rhythm, his moans of approval putting her at ease.
“Fuck, Remy. I’m gonna come.” He slipped out of her mouth, grabbing her hand around his cock to guide her. He grew harder than she’d thought possible in her palm. She straddled his hips as he dropped his palms to her thighs, fully relinquishing control of his pleasure to her hands—trusting her.
“You don’t want to come in my mouth?” she asked, licking her lips as his hot member pulsed.
“Fuck, Remy!” He growled as hot spurts of his cum shot out onto her breasts, dripping to her belly, marking her.
His whole body tensed and pulsed as he emptied himself. His face focused and intense in the darkness as he orgasmed. A savage conqueror at her mercy.
They were both panting. She was revved up and ready for more. This was absolutely her new favorite thing to do. She hoped it was as good for him as it was for her.
“Was that okay?” she asked, climbing off him to sit on the blanket.
“That was a whole lot better than okay. That was fucking magical,” he said, settling her apprehension.
He spread his arm for her and she snuggled against his bare chest. They lay together for a few minutes. His breathing slowed and his eyes closed.
She sat up and climbed out of the truck bed. The more time she spent with him, the more confident in herself she seemed to be.
“Where are you goin’?” he asked.
She turned back and nodded towards the water. “I’m gonna go wash up. Wanna go for a swim?”
He smiled and followed her. They carried their clothes down to the beach.
Remy was thankful for the cover of darkness and a deserted sandy coast. She turned her head towards their only witness: a sky painted with millions of bright bursts. Stories recorded in the heavens.
Would theirs ever be immortalized like the myths and legends?