by Autumn Grey
My grip on the paintbrush tightened as visions of her sweet body writhing beneath me as I pumped into her as our bodies moved together taunted my mind. My breath came out in pants. My cock pressed hard on my jeans and my sight blurred, overwhelmed by my desire for her. The brush in my hand snapped, jolting me from the reverie. I glanced at the useless pieces of wood in my hands, my jaw clenched.
Mon dieu!
I needed to get my starving body in control until this session was over. If I went to her like this, I might scare her. What I was feeling was unusually alarming, even to me. I couldn’t remember ever feeling this way. I wanted her on so many levels. I wanted to protect her from the world so no one ever hurt her again. I wanted to fuck her, hold her, cuff her to my bed so she never had to leave.
Just a few more minutes and I would have her. There was no way I would let her leave me, leave this house until I had satiated my hunger over and over. Until I had her body bowing in my hands. Until I'd made her come several times over.
I let that thought wash over me, calming me.
When I turned to look over my shoulder to where she lay looking like my personal wet dream, I noticed her eyes were unfocused. She was once again lost in her own thoughts. Looked like I had some work cut out for me.
I turned back to my easel, readjusted my cock in my jeans, groaning inwardly, before picking another brush and smiled.
I was up for the challenge. I would make sure I was the only thing in her mind and fuck if I won't have her thinking about me every time she touched herself.
She was mine for tonight and every fucking day for the next three months.
WHEN THE session was over, Remington untied the sash, draped a soft blanket over my naked body, and went to the bathroom around the corner to clean up. He returned ten minutes later, rubbing his hair dry with a towel. He was barefoot and bare-chested, dressed in another pair of hip-hugging jeans, as he padded toward me.
He tossed the towel on a side table before crawling up on the chaise lounge. He slipped under the blanket and climbed on top of me, covering my mouth with his in a soul-stealing kiss. He pulled back to stare into my eyes as he slid his palm to my stomach, brushing feather-light strokes around my navel.
"How was it?"
I wiggled closer, eager to feel his skin on mine. "Amazing. Have you ever drawn anyone other than me? Nude, I mean."
His eyes clouded and he averted his gaze, his jaw tightening. "Adrien's mother."
A stab of envy shot through my chest at the thought of him doing this with someone else. I shook my head, cringing inwardly.
Jeez, Selene, he had a life before he met you.
He brought those potent eyes back to me, tugging my chin up. "But never like this. You're the only one I've done this with."
"Can I see it when you're done?"
He flashed me a grin. "Of course."
We fell into a comfortable silence as I tried to bring my mind around to asking about what happened earlier today. I was curious about other things concerning the man wrapped around me like a warm, unbreakable shield.
"You are really good with Adrien and he likes you. I thank you for that."
I smiled, snuggling closer. "He is a wonderful kid and easy to love. Besides, he has good taste."
He sighed deeply, warm breath ruffling the hair on the nape of my neck. "Why would anyone not stay in love with you?" he mused, probably not aware he said those words aloud.
I shrugged. "Sometimes love isn't enough. Sometimes people realize after years of being together, they didn't receive what they needed from the other person. I don't know." I took my bottom lip between my teeth. Why was it easy talking to Remington? Was it because of the way he held me in his arms? Or the way he focused on me with undivided attention? Or maybe his voice? I didn't know. All I knew was it felt easy to tell him things.
"James and I met in elementary school, so we literally grew up together. I was overweight and always made fun of by the other kids. One day, James appeared, like a knight on a white horse, and rescued me from being bullied. From then on, he was Team Selene." I laughed, remembering how James’s eyes flashed in anger and challenge at the other children. "He and my best friend, Gena, made going to school and life in general, almost bearable.
"We married two years after I started modeling. I was twenty-one. It's strange how you wake up to realize the one person you've known and loved all your life has suddenly turned into this person you don't even know anymore."
He pulled me tighter and kissed my hair.
"James is a good man. He just wanted something different from what I could give him."
"Something different?" He sounded confused.
"We had known each other for years. I probably had nothing to offer. I don't know. Love fades, I guess." I wasn't going to tell him James had found love in another woman's arms. It was too embarrassing just to think about it,
He flipped me on my back, cupping my face in his hands. "Love is a theory. I believe that… Love doesn't fade. And you have a lot to offer. I feel fortunate to be discovering every little piece of you, each step of the way."
He kissed me, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth. Kissing the sense into me. I could feel his dick pressing against my hip as he rolled his. His leg nudged my thighs apart as he wedged himself between them. He kissed my neck, sucking and nibbling. A deep growl rumbled in his chest, setting off a thousand shivers inside my body.
"I love what you did with your tongue and your hands before. Shouldn't that be forbidden in every country in the world? It was out of this world."
"Not in France. This is the land of love and apparently fucking. In addition, I hold the patent for it. Aren't you glad you're in France, oui?" he teased.
I laughed, and when I met his gaze, the teasing was gone. He stared at me as if he was seeing me for the first time. I realized he did that quite often. Unnerved by the look, I brought one hand to his neck and pulled him down to trail kisses on his jaw while the other slid down his abs between our bodies. I'd never tire of touching him. I felt his hand cover mine and lead me down to the huge bulge in his jeans. I started moving them up and down, alternating the pressure. He stopped, tossed the blanket aside, and lifted himself on his elbows so no part of his body was touching mine.
"Open my jeans and take me out."
I did as commanded and Oh. My. God! He was huge and hard. Tentatively, I ran my palm along his length, savoring the silken feel of his skin.
"You feel amazing," I whispered and then looked up at his face. His eyes were focused on my hands as they stroked his cock. His breath was ragged and veins popped along his neck.
Hmm. Let's see how far his control will take him.
I slid my hand lower to the base of his cock and squeezed lightly.
He cursed repeatedly in French, but his body didn't lower to mine.
"Get the condom inside the back pocket of my jeans," he growled the words.
Quickly, I did as he asked, and not waiting to be told, I tore the wrapper and rolled it over his straining erection, and then pushed the jeans down from his hips. He kicked them from his legs, fast.
"Spread your legs for me, Selene."
My legs fell apart. As soon as he wedged between them, he grabbed my legs and brought them to either side of his hips. He brought his eyes to mine while angling his cock to my entrance and my pulse doubled its beating in my ears. My breathing came out in pants and my butt lifted off the chaise, eager to feel him.
He held my gaze as he slid inside me, inch by inch. Sweat beaded his forehead, a sign of how much effort he took to control the urge to bury himself inside me. He groaned and slammed into me. I screamed as tiny pinpricks of pain scattered from my pussy. He was huge! My fingers searching wildly for something to hold on to and managed to find the curved arm on the chaise lounge, which I grabbed with all my strength.
Oh, God, I'm going to explode. So many feelings… I squirmed and moaned, raising my hips farther up to feel him deeper.
His grip t
ightened in warning against my skin. "Do not move," he said gruffly, his jaw tense and his eyes closed as if he was in pain.
Seconds ticked by, the only sound that filled the room was our pants and the loud beating of my heart. Suddenly, I tensed, remembering there was a child in the house.
"Adrien," I whispered, not wanting my voice to carry across the room.
Remington's eyes slowly opened, blazing with desire. "He will not wake up until the morning." He shifted his hold on my thighs and began to move languidly at first. "You feel amazing, Selene. Your body is my weakness, ma belle. I've had an insatiable hunger for you for a while now. To fill you with my cock. Look, Selene. Just look how perfectly we fit together." His voice was rough, untamed. Awed. I was wonderstruck myself. Having Remington inside me, thrilling me, doing things that made my body bow in worship, had surpassed my wildest imagination. He shifted his focus on the place where we connected between our bodies. A smile full of pure male satisfaction burst across his face as he ground himself into me. I shivered in response to that look. I had done it. Brought that expression of unbridled passion. His hips moved hypnotically, his thrusts vicious. Purposeful.
When he looked back up at me again, his expression changed and I knew he wouldn't last long. I wanted to please him, make him feel as good as I'd felt on the two occasions he'd devoured me and made me come hard.
He shoved hard inside me. "Get out of your head, Selene," he gritted out the words. "I want you here with me. Do that for me, and I will make it worth your while, d'accord?"
I nodded.
He pulled out of me and grabbed his cock, stroking himself.
Fuck, that's hot.
Remington sat on the edge of the chaise, grabbed my ankle, and dragged me forward to him, pulling me on his lap, with my back facing his chest. He gripped my hips in his big, strong hands and I lifted on my toes as he guided me down onto his erection. We simultaneously groaned as he filled me to the hilt. God, this felt so good. One strong arm slid across my waist, holding me flush to his chest and the other slid to my breast, kneading then tugging the nipple. Sharp, sweet pain shot from that area, and settled a delicious ache where his cock filled me. He moved to the other breast and did the same and I shuddered, groaning. I felt his lips on my spine as he kissed me before he started moving, slowly at first. He thrust more forcefully and I bore down on him to meet his furious plunges. His teeth nipped my skin and his mouth soothed the marks, kissing me better. This was pleasurable pain. The only kind that comes when mixed with pleasure. If only this moment could go on forever. But sooner or later, this feeling, this moment, would come to an end. A beautiful pain, and holy crap, I loved it. This was wild, uninhibited fucking.
He did something with his hips, causing me to groan and sob. My back arched, leaving his chest but he quickly shoved me back into him, grounding his pelvis into my butt. "You feel so good, Remington. So big. More. I want more. Give me more," I said desperately.
"Do you like being fucked hard, ma belle? Tell me, Selene. I want to hear you say it."
I nodded quickly, unable to put in words what I really wanted. This was new ground for me and I felt embarrassed just saying the words.
He continued to swirl those hips torturously slow, his breath hot as he brushed his lips on the shell of my ear and nipped my earlobe hard. "Say. It," he growled.
"I like it." The words flew from my lips. "Yes, I want you to fuck me hard."
He grunted his approval. His hand left my waist, caressing my body roughly with his fingers as if marking his territory, learning the curves and soft swells of each part of me. His fingers veered downward and parted me gently, while his other hand left my breast and grabbed my jaw, tilting my face to the side. His mouth came crushing against mine, taking and giving. I took greedily, needing more.
"Dammit, you have bewitched me, Selene. I can't wait to take you over and over, because one time is not enough for me."
His hand left my face and brought both arms around my waist, and yanked me back to him.
The jerkier his movements, the dirtier the words fell from his lips, and the wetter I got until I thought I couldn't take it anymore. His other hand joined the first one around my waist and he pulled me tighter to him. I could feel myself begin to climax. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the feeling, the scent of sex surrounding us, Remington's hard body and the groans and words spilling from his mouth. He was quite expressive, this man.
He pounded into me frantically before thrusting once. Twice. His body tensed and his shout was muffled as he slammed his mouth on my back. I felt it vibrate in my body as it sank into my skin. We clung to each other as our bodies shook in the aftermath of our fucking. I smiled, delirious. Now that was some good sex. It gave a whole new meaning to the phrase “rocked my world.”
He held me like this as we both came back from our climaxes and then rolled us onto the chaise. He pulled the blanket from where it had been abandoned and covered me again before sliding out from inside me. After removing the condom, he left for the bathroom to dispose of it and returned moments later, slipping under the blanket. He pulled me back and spooned me, tucking his head in the crook of my neck and sighed.
God, that sound. If there were a way to describe it, I would say it was a thousand unspoken words, wrapped in one small, breathy sigh.
The sound of the doorbell ringing jerked us out of our little bubble. Remington frowned, flicked his wrist to look at his watch, and slowly untangled himself from my body. He grabbed his jeans from the floor and slid them on. I shivered, missing his warmth and I pulled the blanket tighter around me.
"It's almost ten o'clock. Who'd be visiting at this hour?" he muttered as he left the room to answer the door.
I dropped my head back on the soft velvet, remembering the last two hours and smiled like an idiot. God, being with Remington was an entirely new level of fun. My heart squeezed at the thought of him. Such a great dad and lover, yet from what I'd learned so far, a tortured man.
I stretched, turning to stare at the door, willing him to come back to me. After waiting a little longer, I wrapped the blanket around me, and left to go in search of Remington. He stood in the hallway with his back to me. His head was bent, and the muscles around his shoulders were taut. His breathing was labored and one hand was clenched into a tight fist at his side.
My heart plunged to my toes as I stepped closer, catching a glimpse of white paper in his hand.
"Remington?"
He spun around, his eyes wide, and his jaw clenched. Anger flared in his eyes. My gaze dropped to his hand and nausea rose in my throat. He pulled back his arm when I stepped forward to read what was in that letter.
"Remington?" I called his name again. "I need to see what's in that letter."
He continued to stare at me, indecision, anger, and determination in his eyes. Well, I wasn't budging, either. I clutched the blanket and stared back at him.
Eventually, he exhaled deeply, running his fingers through his hair and held it out for me. I fought a grin as I took the letter from his hands. Then I froze.
I was going to throw up. Or faint.
But neither happened.
I breathed deeply, staring at the words—the letters cut from newspaper—and re-read the words written in French.
Do you think you can get your wife back by having a woman who resembles her?
Think again, Remington. Get rid of her, or you will regret it.
I blinked. I lifted my head as I tried not to let the pain and fear writhing in my chest choke me.
"Is this true?" I whispered. "Are you interested in me because I resemble her?"
He shook his head vigorously, his arms stretched toward me in a desperate plea.
"Selene, listen. It's not like that." He paused and took a deep breath. "Remember the first time I saw you in the hotel? I was so confused, hurt, and angry. But you're not that woman. You are not her." The last sentence was uttered in a whisper.
My mind was working overtime, trying to connec
t the dots. "The incident this afternoon, is this connected to what happened today?"
"Gilles seems to think so."
I shook my head. "Whoever this person is, he or she will not give up. If I stay, God, Remington, if something happened to you and Adrien, I could never forgive myself."
What if the person who sent the letter was keeping an eye on the house, waiting? My fight or flight response kicked in with dizzying clarity. If this made me selfish, then so be it, but they would be safe.
"I have to leave." I dropped the letter in his palm, spun around, and walked back into his studio, my stomach clenching with pain from what I'd discovered, and fear for what might happen to him or Adrien if I stayed.
After getting dressed, I hurried back to the living room in search of my handbag.
"It's in my room," Remington said in a quiet voice. "Please listen to me, Selene. This is not the first time, whoever this person is, has sent me letters. This is most likely something they do to scare me."
That got my attention. I swept a hand over my tear-streaked face, wondering why it hurt so much. Remington and I hadn't known each other for that long, but, shit, it hurt. He covered the distance between us in two long strides and took my face in his large hands, his tortured gaze meeting mine.
"What do you mean it's not the first time?"
He pressed his lips to my cheeks, kissing the tears away.
"Every time I start a relationship with a woman, the letters start arriving. It used to be text messages, and now, letters."
"Did these women, you know… resemble your wife?"
He stared at me longer than necessary and dropped his hands from my cheeks, and shook his head.
My shoulders relaxed a bit. "What happened to them?"
He seemed to hesitate and his hands clenched loosely at his sides. "I ended things as soon as the threats became serious."
I straightened, wiping a hand at my damp face. "I can't stay here, Remington. Whoever this person is… I can't put you and Adrien in danger. I have to leave now." I started for the door, but he appeared suddenly in front of me, blocking my way.