The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 107: Yours

Chapter 107: Yours

"If you feel uncomfortable or want me to stop, just tell me. We don’t have to rush. If it helps - I’m fucking nervous as hell," Remo laughed under his breath at the end of his sentence, scanning his eyes over her face and leaning forward to press a soft kiss to her lips, followed by one to the tip of her nose.

Surprised by his admission, she couldn’t believe Remo, of all people, was nervous

Why was he saying he is nervous?

"You’re nervous? Just because we have never done this before?" she asked, confused.

Remo’s fingers gripped her skin firmly as he moved his body against hers, urging her to reciprocate the motion by pulling down on her hips. He leaned in closer, peppering her jaw with kisses as he spoke.

"You know, I would be nervous no matter what because it’s you, and it’s our first time together. I have been fantasizing about this since I met you," he murmured against her skin, trailing his lips to her neck to continue speaking between kisses and nibbles down to her collarbone.

"But, considering it is your first time with a man, I am pretty intimidated. I am worried it wouldn’t meet your expectations, that it might be disappointing. There is a lot of pressure."

He confessed, their bodies pressing against each other with increasing pressure. The slickness from her arousal created a friction that had them both panting heavily.

She rested her forearms on his broad shoulders, tangling her fingers in the back of his hair and gently pulling his face back to meet her gaze.

She could see the mixture of insecurity and lust on his face, which simultaneously comforted and unsettled her.

Well, she was nervous too if it helped him but she was sure no matter what he did she would be satisfied.

"Remo, listen to me. You couldn’t possibly disappoint me, alright? It just isn’t possible. I want this with you. I want my first time to be with you - you are everything I desire and I’m glad it’s you." she reassured him.

"Is this what you really want?" He asked, gazing into her eyes

"I want you to be very sure, Abigail. You don’t have to prove anything to me."

Abby smiled at the use of her name and she reached up to kiss his chin.

"I’m not proving anything to anyone," she told him. "I’m doing this because it feels right to me."

She lightly kissed his cheek.

"I’m doing this because I want you."

She pressed another kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"I’m doing this because I want you to be my first."

She moved slightly and feathered another kiss against his lips.

"I’m doing this because I-I lo-ve you."

His eyes fluttered close, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.

He shifted his face back slightly, peering down at her with a sinister look. "Hmmm—then tell me—tell me what I want to hear the most," he murmured in a seductive tone.

Adjusting his position above her, he held himself just above her core. She glanced downward, observing the rhythmic movement of his hand along his length, the tip tantalizingly close to her skin.

She noticed a playful gleam in his eyes. Frustrated, she muttered,

"Please..." Suddenly, he swiftly pressed his cock against her clit before retracting it, causing her to cry out in pleasure and anticipation.

"Close, but not quite there, love. Give it another try," he murmured, his hand still moving up and down himself.

She gritted her teeth in frustration as he flashed a grin down at her, and she let out a whine of impatience.

"I want you," she whispered, preparing herself.

Once again, he jerked his hand, smacking the tip of his arousal against her sensitive spot. But this time with much more force.

Abby felt like her whole skin was on fire and she found herself willing to burn in it, she moaned her body arching off the bed.

"That’s not quite it either, baby," he said, his voice now huskier than before.

She groaned in desperate need. What on earth did he want her to say?!

And then realization washed over her. Her lips stretched into a smile as she looked up at him. He leaned in, his intense gaze locking onto hers as he waited.

"I am your good little slut?"," she murmured. A deep flush on her cheeks

"Good girl but that’s not quite it. It will do though.."

A soft moan escaped her in response as his hardness brushed against her slickness, teasing but not yet entering.

Her juices coated him, facilitating his movements up and down, and back and forth.

"Damn, you’re soaked for me," he growled into her ear, his teeth grazing her jawline.

"Yes..." she gasped, syncing her hips with his, relishing the sensation of his skin against hers.

"Tell me you’re mine," he said, as he nudged himself against her, and she could already feel herself building again. The excitement of knowing how close they were, how any moment now, he would be inside of her, sent a new wave of desire through her.

He panted, resting his forehead against hers, sweat already dampening their skin. "Please say it," he urged. She kept her eyes open, feeling pinned by the intensity in his gaze. She hadmade it clear how she felt.

She tightened her legs around him, hips thrusting up. "I am yours," she told him. "I don’t need you to take your time. I want this."

It was as if Remo had been holding his breath, the seconds dragging like endless hours until he finally exhaled with a sigh, a mixture of relief and frustration escaping in a moan.

He pushed himself a bit harder against her opening. Her back bowed off of the bed.

"Say it again," he groaned,

"I’m yours! I’m yours, and you’re mine!" she cried out, tangling her hands into his hair.

He growled and pushed his hips forward slightly. The tip of his wide, firm member was met with a substantial force of resistance, he hissed and pulled back.