Laura and Remington make love, finally!  Now what??

Warning!!  This part contains adult content so don't read this if you are too young or too offended!!!

Candid Steele - Part VI

Remington eased Laura down on the bed and laid on his side next to her.  His hand roamed over her body as a sculptor's would over his latest creation.  He loved to see how his touch caused Laura's breath to quicken and soft, almost inaudible moans to escape her lips.  His hand moved lower and lower until it came to the very center of Laura's heat.  He caressed Laura there until she thought she'd undulate right off the bed.  She knew she would explode soon from his ministrations but she wanted all of him not just his fingers.

"Patience."  Remington whispered as he continued to stroke her.

Laura had never known what the words "sweet torture" meant until now.  Remington refused to rush or let her rush him.  He wanted her senses to overload with pleasure and he was determined to meet his objective.  His touch soon had Laura incoherent and shuddering.  She covered his hand with hers to keep him from moving.  Wild horses couldn't drag him from pleasuring her, but he refrained from mentioning it to her.  Laura wasn't prepared for the force of her release; it took her completely unawares.  She could barely hold on to him as wave after wave of pleasure shook her.  When it was over, she thought she would never move again.  She was wrong. 

If Remington was one thing, he was was thorough.  He continued his onslaught of her senses, he kissed and caressed her until she had caught her breath.  Laura wanted to give him the same pleasure that he'd just given her but he shook his head and told her "next time".  She was about to protest but he rolled on top of her, effectively cutting off any more conversations about fair play.

When Remington entered her, Laura couldn't help but feel relieved.  This feeling had plagued her relentlessly and refused to be denied.  She and Remington coming together, after so much wanting was just...exquisite.  

Laura wrapped herself around him as tight as she could and just bathed herself in the feeling.  It truly felt as if they were made for each other.  She wasn't naive, she had slept with men before, and she definitely knew there was a distinct difference in what she felt with Remington.  The sensations were so overwhelming that Laura couldn't process it all.  She felt the tears welling up in her eyes but she refused to let them fall.  She wasn't going to be that cliche!

Remington could hardly begin to compare making love with Laura to any women he had had in the past.  He felt like every square inch of him was a nerve ending ready to explode.  He tried to think of neutral things.  Anything but the sheer bliss he was feeling inside this woman.  He knew if he continued to think about how much pleasure she was giving him he'd wouldn't be able to contain himself.  He attempted to shift his thoughts to topics less precarious in nature.  He thought reciting the alphabet would be safe so he began.

A - Amazing how good Laura feels.

B - Bloody hell this isn't working!

C - Creme Brulee was never this good.

D - Damn! Damn! Damn!

E -

Remington never made it to "E".  He felt Laura increasing her grip on his back and knew she was close.  It was his undoing.  He felt her tightening up and felt his composure slip.  He heard her cry out and that audible sound was all he needed to push him over the edge.  He collapsed on Laura and tried as best he could to keep his heart from exploding out of his chest.  It was some minutes before he mustered up enough strength to ease off Laura so that she wasn't supporting his total body weight.  He laid on his side facing Laura, who for all intent and purpose looked exactly like he felt. Debilitated!  He raised his arm and brushed a lock of wet hair out of her face.  She opened her eyes and weakly grinned at him.  It was a grin he had seen before, he had worn before.  It was a grin of a Cheshire cat and he was sporting it himself right now.

"How do you feel?"  Remington couldn't help but ask.

"How do you think I feel?  Amazing, exhausted, relieved, giddy, like I just got hit by a Mack truck," Laura finished sleepily.

"If it's the eighteen wheeler kind, I concur."  Remington said, with effort.

"Mmmm." Laura said as she drifted into a satiated slumber.

Remington sat up long enough to reach down and retrieved the sheet from the foot of the bed.  He pulled it over both of them, laid back down next to Laura, put an arm around her and promptly fell asleep.

To be continued...

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