#l4l.remy

[l4long-winded]

“mon dieu...”

remy’s voice sounds drunk, awe resting on his vocal chords, his lips parting at the delectable sight of you writhing beneath him against the wall. his eyes sparkle with a perpetually lurking mischief seemingly embedded in them, greedily shifting his gaze down where his middle and ring fingers stretch you repeatedly, the heel of his palm applying pressure over your clit.

“soakin’ my hand, chère. i’ma slide right in, ain’t i?” he whispers near your jawline, pecking it softly a few times. his other hand lies flat on the surface you’re whining on, just above the right side of your head where he cages you in.

he groans whenever you clench around his digits in response. in turn, he crooks them, petting that special spot with practiced accuracy, a smirk curving his lips at the sound of your pleasured hiccup. it fascinates him how you arch, how your hips chase more and more despite the wicked nature of this, squeezing his bicep to help ground yourself as his fingers take you elsewhere. somewhere warm and erupting at the same time. he’s your hermes, delivering a delicate and needy package up to the peak where a golden gate awaits.

“there. there it is,” he husks, leaning his palm back and replacing it with his thumb. he gnaws on his bottom lip feeling how slippery your clit is under the pad of it. “let it go, mon ange, je veux le goûter.”

with remy’s encouragement and permission, you yelp his name, clutching his arm tighter as you release. your pussy tightens up, the grip deathly on his digits. his cock twitches in pulsing, ridiculous envy, longing to sheath itself inside. but he waits like a gentleman, pumping his fingers in a gradually slowing rhythm as you ride out your high. still, he wonders what your throbbing clit will feel like against his pelvis once he’s lodged himself deep in your warmth.

remy trails kisses over your features once his hand comes to a halt, comforting you in the aftermath. his lips eventually find yours, each kiss robbing the remnants of your breath you were attempting to catch beforehand.

“another?” he asks sweetly, tongue draping itself into your mouth, a silent sign of what he could give you, what he promised. the slide of it against yours has you intoxicated.

“or d’you wan’ m’cock now?”

french decoding:

mon dieu - my god

mon ange - my angel

je veux le goûter - i want to taste it