The Gravity of Peaches
I moaned, my hips bucking into her touch, my head swimming with the scent and taste and feel of her. She was everywhere, her lips on my throat, her hands on my body, her thigh sliding between mine to press against my aching core. It was too much and not enough, a delicious torment that had me trembling on the edge of something vast and terrifying and utterly irresistible.
“Remy,” I gasped again, my voice cracking, my fingers tangling in her hair as I pulled her mouth back to mine. “Please, I need—”
“I know,” she murmured against my lips, her fingers slipping beneath my panties to brush against my slick folds. “I’ve got you, Ellie. I’ve got you.”
Her touch was electric, a jolt of pure pleasure that shot through me like lightning, and I cried out, my hips jerking as I chased the sensation. Remy swallowed the sound with another filthy kiss, her tongue sliding against mine as her fingers circled my clit with a touch that was just shy of too much. It was perfect, a delicious pressure that had me seeing stars behind my closed eyelids, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I hurtled toward the edge.
The storm outside seemed to gather strength, the wind howling like a banshee as it rattled the windows in their frames. Rain lashed against the glass, a relentless drumbeat that echoed the frantic rhythm of my pulse as Remy’s fingers worked their magic, driving me higher and higher until I was teetering on the brink of oblivion. And then, with one final twist of her fingers, I shattered, my body shuddering against hers as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, my cries of release lost in the roar of the storm.
When I finally came back to myself, my body limp and sated, Remy was there, her lips soft against my forehead, her hands gentle as they smoothed the sweat-damp hair back from my face. I clung to her, my face buried in the crook of her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin as I tried to steady my racing heart.
“Okay?” she murmured, her voice a low rumble in her chest, and I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
I wasn’t okay. I was shattered, undone, irrevocably changed by the force of what had just passed between us. But as Remy’s arms tightened around me, her lips brushing against my temple in a touch that was achingly tender, I knew that whatever came next, whatever price I might pay for this moment of reckless abandon, it would be worth it. For the first time in longer than I could remember, I felt alive, truly alive, and I never wanted it to end.
We stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped around each other, the only sound the steady drumming of rain on the roof and the occasional distant rumble of thunder. My body felt boneless, sated, but a fresh wave of want was already building in my core, a needy pulse that had me squirming against Remy’s thigh, seeking pressure, seeking more.
She chuckled, the sound low and wicked, her fingers skimming down my spine to cup my ass, squeezing roughly. “Insatiable, aren’t you, city girl?” she purred, her lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Good thing I’m just getting started.”
I shivered, my breath catching in my throat as she nudged me backward, guiding me toward the bedroom with a firm hand on my hip. My jeans were still unbuttoned, clinging precariously to my hips, and I kicked them off as we went, leaving them in a heap on the floor alongside my discarded shirt. Remy’s tank top followed, tossed carelessly over her shoulder, revealing miles of sun-kissed skin and the delicate black ink of a tattoo snaking up her ribcage.
The bedroom was small, just a narrow bed and a rickety dresser, but the storm had cooled the air, the scent of rain and damp earth a welcome respite from the earlier humidity. Remy spun me around to face her, her hands going to the clasp of my bra, deft fingers making quick work of the hooks before peeling the lace away, letting it fall to the floor.
“Fuck, Ellie,” she breathed, her gaze sweeping over me, hot and hungry. “Look at you. So fucking pretty.”
I flushed, my arms twitching with the urge to cover myself, but Remy caught my wrists, pinning them to my sides as she leaned in, her lips brushing the curve of my breast. “Don’t hide,” she murmured, her tongue flicking out to circle my nipple, drawing a gasp from my lips. “I want to see all of you.”
Her words sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between my thighs, my clit throbbing in time with my racing heart. I tugged my hands free, reaching for the button of her jeans, my fingers trembling with the force of my need. Remy let me, her own hands going to my hips, pushing my panties down until they pooled at my feet, leaving me bare before her.
I was panting now, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I shoved her jeans down her hips, my hands skimming over the swell of her ass, the lean muscle of her thighs. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside, and we tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, my back hitting the mattress, Remy’s body covering mine.
Her skin was warm against mine, her weight a delicious pressure as she settled between my thighs, her hips pressing against mine. I could feel the heat of her, the wetness, and I arched into her, seeking friction, seeking more. Remy obliged, her hips rolling in a slow, filthy grind that had me seeing stars, my fingers digging into her shoulders as I pulled her closer.
“Remy,” I gasped, my head falling back against the pillow, my eyes fluttering closed. “Please, I need—”
“I know,” she murmured, her lips trailing down my throat, sucking lightly at the sensitive skin. “I’ve got you.”
Her hand slid between us, her fingers skimming through my slick folds before circling my clit with a touch that was just shy of too much. I cried out, my hips bucking into her touch, my body straining toward the pleasure she offered. Remy swallowed the sound with a filthy kiss, her tongue sliding against mine as her fingers worked their magic, driving me higher and higher until I was teetering on the brink.
“Come for me, Ellie,” she breathed against my lips, her fingers crooking inside me, pressing against that spot that made my vision blur. “I want to feel you come apart.”
I didn’t stand a chance. My body obeyed her command, pleasure crashing over me in waves as I came with a cry, my walls clenching around her fingers, my hips grinding against her palm. Remy watched me, her eyes dark with want, her lips parted, and the sight of her, the feel of her, sent me flying all over again, my body shuddering against hers as I lost myself to the sensation.
When I finally came back to myself, Remy was there, her lips soft against mine, her hands gentle as they skimmed over my sweat-slicked skin. I could feel the aftershocks still pulsing through me, my body limp and sated, but I wanted more. I wanted to taste her, to feel her come undone beneath my touch.
I pushed at her shoulder, guiding her onto her back, and she went willingly, her lips curving into a wicked smile as I straddled her hips, my hands skimming over her stomach, her ribs, the swell of her breasts. “Your turn,” I murmured, leaning down to brush my lips against hers. “I want to make you feel good.”
Remy’s breath caught, her hips arching off the bed, seeking pressure, seeking friction. “Then what are you waiting for, city girl?” she purred, her voice rough with want. “Take what you want.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I kissed my way down her body, my lips tracing the line of her collarbone, the curve of her breast, the flat plane of her stomach. Remy’s hands fisted in my hair, tugging lightly, her breath coming faster as I settled between her thighs, my shoulders pressing her legs apart.
The scent of her hit me first, musky and sweet, and I inhaled deeply, my mouth watering. I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, my tongue flicking out to taste her skin, and Remy’s hips bucked, a needy whimper escaping her lips. “Fuck, Ellie,” she gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Don’t tease.”
I smiled against her skin, a wicked thrill shooting through me at the desperation in her voice. “I thought you liked a little foreplay,” I teased, my lips brushing her other thigh, my breath ghosting over her slick folds.