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W HEN I FEEL A DELICATE tickle over my mark, I jump at how sharp and intense it feels.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, gorgeous. I was about to pet your back to reassure you, but I didn’t want to hurt you, in case–” Remington swallows hard.

In case it still hurts, he must be thinking. I shut my eyes, gripping his hand on my chest tighter. He realizes why I’m so vague about my mark, doesn’t he?

“Y-you’re probably wondering what happened.” My whisper shakes.

Remington sits back on his knees in front of me, cupping my cheek. “You don’t have to tell me anything. Just let me know if it’s sensitive in a bad way, especially without clothes on.”

I drop my head, clinging to his arms. “It doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s just– I don’t want to lie to you like I do with everyone else. It’s not a birthmark like people assume when I say it’s a mark.”

Remington is silent for a good ten seconds. “I know, baby. It’s a scar, yeah?”

“My dad threw boiling water on me.” My whisper comes out hot, scraping my chest on its way up. Remington holds perfectly still, unspeaking. I’m too afraid to check his expression.

“How old were you?” He mutters.

“Eleven. He didn’t like that I told him he was making spaghetti wrong since they don’t snap noodles in half in Italy,” I huff out a shaky laugh. “He made me promise to convince my mom it was an accident. The hospital too. I was in the burn unit for a while.”

My nervous system buzzes so fast that I feel like I’m floating. This truth has never left my mouth before. Not since it happened.

I drop my head into Remington’s chest, breathing a loud sigh.

Remington springs into action. Scooping me up, he brushes my hair out of my face. “Oh, baby... Are you okay?”

I bite my lip, staving back the confusing mix of shame, elation, and love in my chest. “I feel really, really exposed. But that’s what I wanted. I wanted you to see all of me.”

As I sit fully naked in Remington’s arms, my heart raw, I allow him to drag his stare down me. To my surprise, my body relaxes into it. I loosen my limbs, laying back to give him a clearer view, and Remington’s stare darkens. He drinks in my image with a heavy swallow, running a hot palm down my chest until I shiver.

Remington’s jaw clenches. “Fuck. You’re too good to me. Lay back on the pillows for me, baby girl. I want to spoil you.”

My heart flips. I crawl to my spot on the bed, my groin aching at the thought of what we’ll do next.

“Are you hitting your limit?” I blurt out.

Remington glances over his shoulder as he struggles with the knot tying his pants. “God, you are a little panther. If I say yes, I don’t want you to think it’s yours to solve.”

“Okay. But I want to this time. I exposed myself to you for me, but also for you. Since you– You like to watch me... un—”

I can’t say it.

But Remington freezes. The second I lay back, Remington crawls over me until his hands beside my shoulders sink me deeper into the mattress.

His sly smile appears. “Are you telling me you’re torturing me on purpose, baby girl?”

A smile plays on my lips. I bite it back, giving him an innocent shrug. “What? Is it a kink of yours, or something?”

Remington grins wider - just before he tugs me lower by the hips. It inspires such a sharp thrill through me that I let out a loud giggle, spreading my thighs for him. But Remington doesn’t lay himself over me yet; grabbing one of my pillows, he lifts my back, propping up my hips.

It’s the perfect position to drop my knees open for him, no matter how terrifying the idea sounds. I can hardly breathe as my thighs wobble, tempted to part. But with how tightly Remington’s jaw clenches with desire, my heart tumbles over itself, dying to unravel even more of myself to him.

When I drop my knees wide open, Remington’s focus zips to my exposed pussy. I’m tempted to shut my legs, afraid of what he’ll think, but a rising fire builds behind his eyes. They skate back up to meet me, dark, brooding irises glittering fireworks in my chest - just before he swoops in to kiss me.

Our lips crash over each other, ten times fiercer than they have all day. I pant through our open-mouthed makeout, my hips squirming as we build heavier and heavier pressure in my teased core. When Remington skates his fingers down my belly, swooping past my clit to rub my labia, my back arches high off the bed, tingles blasting to my nipples.

I whimper through our kiss, especially as Remington’s low voice hums through his gasping breath. He feels good too. Unable to bear the thought of stopping our delicious makeout, I run my hands down his chest, seeking his waistband. He must’ve been far more flustered than I thought; he still hasn’t managed to untie his pants.

To his credit, they’re knotted tight - especially with his flexing cock swallowing all remaining wiggle room. Before I can fumble with it for too long, Remington yanks his waistband past his ass in a frenzy, his cock springing free with a gentle tap on my belly.

I gasp through my nose, kissing him faster. I wrap my fingers around his warm shaft, delighted by how soft he feels. My spine alights as Remington shudders from my gentle stroking, but it’s not only my spine that feels it. A potent, spreading ache swirls through my groin, deepening my kiss. The more I stroke him, the more I crave his reaction, massaging in longer, steadier strokes, making sure to rub extra attention over his leaking tip.

But as Remington suddenly settles himself over me for a heavy hug, I relish his weight over my chest.

We’re both out of breath.

“I adore you,” Remington whispers.

I hum in delight - until our bare hips brush. I flinch at the burst of sensations in my pussy. His tip has nothing to cover it - already the first to touch me there, bare. That thought is enough to send me clenching uncontrollably. I'm unable to imagine how stunning it’ll be to feel him directly inside me, reverting to heaving breaths.

Remington pauses. “You still okay? You won’t hurt my feelings by saying no to anything during sex, okay?”

“Same for you, Rem. I want this, but please let yourself say ‘no’ too.”

“You’re such a sweetheart, baby girl. I don’t know what to do with myself.”

Remington spreads deep, flat-palmed rubs between my wriggling legs until my fluids coat his palm. My pussy blooms wide, begging him to enter me. But instead of stopping and trading his hand’s attention for his cock, he glides two fingers in, pushing deep.

I choke out a gasp.

“Sorry, baby. Was that too much? That’s why I wanted to do this first.”

I shudder, widening my thighs. Remington pulls out, but then he pushes even deeper in one swift movement. This time, he presses deep enough to push heavy, orgasm-inducing massages against my G-spot. Jerking in his arms, I lift my hips high.

I sputter out a gasp. “Rem, Rem – You’ll make me come if you don’t stop.”

He pauses. “Fuck, sorry. I’m just getting you ready so it feels really good from the start when I enter you.”

I huff out a soft laugh. “Oh, I’m ready.”

“You are, baby. You got so wet and opened up so deep for me. It’s so gorgeous.”

Anticipation ripples through me as he covers his shaft with my fluids - right in front of me. When he lines himself between my legs, we grow quiet.

“Are you okay? Give me a light too,” I say.

“Green,” he whispers.

I gasp through hard, anxious breaths; I’m preparing for it to take work for him to enter me - maybe even hurt a little. But as he pushes in, I’m already so worked up that he glides far past my pelvic opening. I let out an uncontainable cry, accidentally digging my nails into Remington’s shoulders at the rush of pleasure he thrusts up my whole being.

Remington’s eyelids flutter shut. “Fuck, are you okay?”

Gasping faster, I grip a handful of his ass. With my desperate tug on his hips, he pushes even deeper. His bare skin drags unbelievably plushy pressure deep inside me - enough to burst all the way up my chest, giving my heart a tight squeeze.

I breathe hard and fast. “Rem, it’s– I-it’s so nice that I– I feel it in my heart muscles.”

“Fuck, good. You’re doing so well.” But Remington groans, flexing inside me. “It’s going to be really hard to last longer than a couple minutes. You’re so soft and reactive that it feels stupidly good.”

“You’re soft too. So warm.”

I shudder out a wispy breath as he slips halfway out again, just to plunge back in to introduce a deeper, more delicious flood of pleasure.

“Remington–” I cradle his head, my voice shaking.

“I’ve got you, baby girl.”

Remington kisses me between gentle thrusts, loosening my tense shoulders. But just as I lean deeper into our heavy makeout, he slips his hand under my sensitive back. I break our kiss with a breathy gasp, and he lifts my hips higher, adjusting the angle he’s gliding into me until he slides the deepest he has yet, his hips meeting the base of my pelvis. Fluttering, expansive pleasure strikes my gut, dropping my jaw. A genuine, whiny moan escapes my lips.

Remington purrs. “There it is. What a good girl.”

I gasp, unable to reply; he’s slowly thrusting that delicious spot again and again. My knees raise to my shoulders on their own, but that only makes him hit deeper, pulsing rhythmic, intensifying pleasure up my abdomen. And his sly, heated stare tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

“ Remington –”

His jaw clenches. “Fuck, baby, it’s the first time I’m trying so hard not to come in under a minute.”

I let out another moan. “Please do, I’m about to—”

I choke out a gasp as Remington thrusts a little heavier, stirring an expansive warmth within my belly. He repeats the action until I moan with every breath, my voice rising - until the bubbling heat in me spills over in an uncontrollable wave. My pussy flutters over his shaft, doubling each stroke he drags in and out of me. As my legs squirm at Remington’s sides, I come with heaving, breathy whines I’ve never heard from myself.

“Good job, good, good job, Lilibeth. Oh, my sweet girl—” Remington whispers, pumping every last moan from me until I stop clenching over him rapidly. My body reverts to meeting each continued thrust with one hard squeeze, perfectly in time with Remington’s hips.

Remington’s jaw hangs in delight, flip-flopping my heart. I want him to feel good. His shuddering reaction pushes another sated moan from me, adoring how blissful he looks. Remington’s breath deepens into hard, heavy bursts as he slows to penetrate me deeply. It still feels so good that I smash my lips into his, unable to thank him with words.

His cheeks are clammy and his breath shaky, but his hardening, swollen shaft tells me he’s about to let me feel what it’s like to have him come inside me for the first time. That thought alone makes my pussy ache so badly for more that my muscles weaken, allowing his deep, tender thrusts to sink straight into my most pleasurable nerves.

But a sudden burst of liquid between my legs startles me silent. Did I just pee? I’m mortified, but Remington is still breathing hard on the edge and only starting to speed up. I don’t want to ruin his fun if I ruined the bed.

It must show on my face; Remington slows, softening his voice. “You okay?”

“S-sorry,” I mutter.

Remington stops moving. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

My heart throbs into my throat. “Sorry, I did something embarrassing.”

“When you came? It was gorgeous, baby.”

I flush. “No, just now. It felt really good, and I got so relaxed, and—” Biting my lips, I shrink into my pillow. “I couldn’t control it. I think I peed a little.”

Remington softens into a sly smile, heavy-lidded eyes burning with intensity. “Ah. So I am hitting the right spot, huh? No, I think you squirted.”

I realize with his next thrust that he’s been aiming for my G-spot on purpose - and absolutely succeeding. Each pulse of his hips caresses that same tender nerve, and it hasn’t stopped feeling good: each prod of his shaft only strengthens its pleasing effects on me.

“ Remington ,” I breathe.

“I’ve got you, baby. Don’t be embarrassed. I’m so proud of you for letting yourself feel good.”

I gasp, widening my legs for him. “I’m proud of you too. I want you to be the first to come in me.”

He sucks in a tight breath. “Fuck.”

His hips restart with extra vigor to each thrust, flipping my heart until my inner walls swell tighter around him in delight. The faster Remington works me, the greater effort I make to squeeze his shaft. His heavy-lidded eyes and shaking breath paint a clear image of how good he must feel to slip in and out of me. I moan from the raw intensity of it, but Remington dashes in for a sloppy, frantic kiss.

“Fuck, thank you. Thank you—” He gasps.

I moan again, startled by how hard he suddenly feels. Remington grabs me with a sharper gasp, pumping faster by the second. I loosen my body for him, allowing my breasts to bounce and knees to spread wide, giving him room to pound into me. And it’s more apparent than ever that he’s barely hanging on, his elbows dipping as he huffs hot air over me. Imagining him bursting within me any second pushes a heavier wave of pleasure up my core, widening my legs for everything he can give me.

He shudders a gasp on my lips. Rising over me, Remington buries his shaft so deeply into me that his pelvis presses against my clit. He comes with a soft, gorgeous moan. I didn’t expect to feel a deep warmth inside me so clearly, but as he shudders again, I realize he’s coming a lot - another wave of warmth spilling inside me. Witnessing his pleasure is so hot that I flutter on the edge for him, my inner walls squeezing every drop of cum from his shaft as my legs squirm. I’ve never felt this close to someone before.

“Thank you. Thank you so much,” I say, repeating Remington’s words.

Remington shudders, brushing my hair off my clammy forehead with arched eyebrows. “Oh, my baby. Do you feel okay?”

I whine, writhing on the edge. “Sorry, I know you might feel sensitive after, but it was so nice that I’m close again.”

“Okay, I’ve got you. After I breathe for a second, I’ll be happy to keep going. It still feels good for me too.” And I can feel it; he’s softer than before he came but still firm enough to remain inside me, continuing to prod me with hard flexes.

Still, I expect him to pull out and touch me with his hands once he catches his breath. But Remington releases his grip on my back, pausing to skate his fingers down my breasts. I shiver as he flicks over my nipple, but instead of traveling to my clit, he sweeps his palm back up, massaging back and forth over both breasts. I huff from the startling intensity of it; my breasts feel even better now that I’m heavily aroused, his touch spreading a soothing warmth throughout my ribcage.

Remington places a soft kiss on the tip of my nose. “Can I squish you up into a little ball so you feel held?”

My heart aches at the tenderness in his words. He remembers how much that meant to me. I feel so seen that my eyebrows arch.

“O-oh. Y-yes, okay,” I whisper.

Pulling one arm tight to my chest, he squishes my breast with it. Stretching his pinky, he fetches my other wrist while retaining his grip on the first, smushing them together as tight as he can against my sternum. Just this firm hold on me flutters my eyelids; I feel wrapped up beneath him in heavy bliss.

“Hold your hands there for me for a second, please,” Remington whispers.

I do as he says, my heart racing. How will this feel? But when he gathers my knees to pull my legs in, he compresses my chest with his weight, carefully laying himself on me to pin me down. I struggle to breathe - not because he’s crushing me, but because I’ve never felt such an intense, flourishing burst of oxytocin through my veins.

“How’s this?” Remington whispers.

My eyelids droop in bliss. But when Remington tests out one thrust, I choke out a needy gasp; I feel so protected and covered, yet so deeply ravished, that all I can do is moan.

“Please?” I rasp.

He doesn’t move. “Please, what?”

“More,” I breathe.

He restarts his hips, but this time, he buries his shaft even deeper, digging his hand between my back and the mattress to elevate my hips with one arm. The more he thrusts, the more warmth builds from him intentionally hitting my G-spot. I realize it’s his cum inside me that’s making me extra wet, smoothing the movements between us. It builds such a speedy, delicious buzzing in my pelvis that I squirm beneath him.

But squirming isn’t the right word; I’m pinned, unable to move beneath him beyond the weak jerking of my pleasure-limp limbs. I love it.

I whine through my hard breaths, sharpening Remington’s stare.

He softens into slower, deeper pumps. “Are you—?”

“More, please ,” I breathe. “Please—”

He thrusts faster but keeps his hips sunken in close; rather than hammering in and out of me, he’s kneading his soft tip against my inner walls. As a heavy orgasm builds, I squirm harder against his weight, but he presses firmer too, keeping me trapped in place.

He’s not just hugging my heart now, but massaging me from the inside out, coating my body with a fuzzy warmth. I cry out from how delicious it feels.

“You still okay?” Remington asks.

But I can’t answer; I’m panting through high-pitched moans.

“Give me a light, baby girl.”

“Remington, it’s green– It’s so nice—”

“Fuck,” Remington rasps.

As he stretches over my knees to kiss me, he plunges just hard enough to set off a shuddering, powerful orgasm through me. Removing all weight off his arms, Remington squishes me with his hug, speeding his hips until I’m mewling out my moans. My toes curl at how safe and secure I feel beneath him. His intense pressure on my chest pushes me to flex even harder over his shaft - except he’s so engorged that I can hardly squeeze him, giving me a delightful, filling, internal hug too.

By the end of my orgasm, Remington suddenly grunts and pins himself deep into me, releasing another wave of soothing heat in my belly. My eyelids flutter; he just came in me again.

This is better than anything I’ve fantasized about, especially because it’s Remington. My heart swells so wide that I can’t stop myself from whining through fresh tears.

Remington releases me with hot, heaving breaths. “Oh, my God, sorry– I got a little rough at the end.”

“No, I’m just so happy. I wasn’t scared or nervous at all, Rem. I felt so good with you.”

“Oh, my poor, sweet baby,” Remington chuckles. “Cry it out for me.”

Finally releasing my knees from my chest, Remington drapes his loose body over me, cuddling me into a deep, sedating kiss. I hiccup through happy tears, letting myself cry, and he doesn’t attempt to stop me. Instead, he strokes my hair with purring, acknowledging hums to reply to my whimpers. Crying has never felt so comforting. Within a minute, I settle into a sleepy bliss.

Loosening into the silence, we lay with our ribcages nudging one another in a rhythmic dance. We smooth slow, grateful palms over our bare skin, indulging in our collective warmth for minutes on end.

When Remington eventually props himself over me to softly brush my bangs back into place, I smile.

“I’ve never felt this close to someone,” I whisper.

“I know, same here. That's why I got scared earlier, but not in a bad way. I’m not used to feeling vulnerable like this.”

“I want to be here to support you through it. So whenever you feel scared about anything at all, please tell me, okay? It won’t change how much I love you.”

A touched flicker of emotion creases his forehead, but Remington reverts back to his quiet side. Collapsing back into me for a heavy hug, Remington kisses my neck. “Sweet girl.”

All I want to do the rest of the day is snuggle into Remington. Thankfully, he’s feeling just as clingy, unable to keep his hands off me even as he carries me to the bathroom, ensuring I don’t get a UTI.

After a morning of cuddling and kissing, I hobble to work on sore legs.

The second Gabby sees me, she laughs. “You’ve got a sex glow.”

I can’t deny it, so I bury my chin into my chest, smiling for the rest of my shift. It’s far, far more than a sex glow. Remington unraveled a piece of my heart I didn’t know I had, unlocking pure pleasure - and it was all born from me daring to finally show myself to him.

He didn’t judge me; he loved me back.