The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 203: Missed you

Chapter 203: Missed you

Remo picked up Abby, their lips locked in a passionate kiss, she felt a surge of desire coursing through her veins. She surrendered to the intensity of his kiss, allowing him to seize control as he pulled her tightly against him.

Abby moaned softly as she felt the hardness of his arousal pressing against her. She loved how easily she could turn him on with just her touch

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. Remo moved his hips, a delicious friction that sent waves of pleasure rippling through her body.

As a small moan slipped from Abby’s throat, Remo moved his lips away from hers, trailing them down along her jaw. He released one of his hands from her behind, threading it into the back of her hair and tilting her head back so his mouth could latch onto her throat.

"You have no idea how much I’ve missed you," Remo whispered, his breath hot against Abby’s neck. His words came out in between the open-mouthed kisses he left along her skin, maintaining a teasing rhythm of grinding their bodies together.

"Missed how you feel, how you sound, every little thing," he continued, his voice filled with longing. "Fuck, I didn’t know I needed someone so bad."

He laid Abby down on the bed, his hands grasping the hem of her nightwear and pulling it up over her head, tossing it aside. She was left topless in front of him, but instead of shying away as she usually did, she felt surprisingly comfortable, even empowered. She loved the look of awe on his face as he gazed at her as if seeing her for the first time. It made her feel loved, wanted, needed.

"Fuck, Freckles, you’re so beautiful. Can’t get enough of you," Remo murmured, his eyes fixed on Abby’s face as he leaned forward. She watched with anticipation as his lips wrapped around her nipple, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.

Abby’s mouth fell open in surprise as her hands instinctively gripped Remo’s hair, a soft moan escaping her as she felt his slick tongue circle and flick against her nipple watching her reaction , She moaned softly, her body responding to his touch as she lost herself in the sensations washing over her.

He released Abby’s nipple from his mouth, only to drag his soft lips over her chest to the other one, his tongue dancing over it in tantalizing circles. His eyes rolled closed with a deep guttural groan as his fingers found their way in between her legs, teasing her slit and feeling the arousal he had caused there.

Abby’s hips instinctively moved forward at the contact, her desire building with each teasing touch. She struggled to vocalize the sounds of pleasure trapped in her throat as she was mesmerized by the intensity of the sensations, both physical and emotional.

When Remo’s eyes drifted back open, his fingers drawing purposely soft patterns over her soaked heat, Abby squirmed for more friction.

She felt her chest tighten at the sight of his loving gaze, it sent her senses reeling, igniting a fire of desire deep within her core.

Remo removed his fingers from between Abby’s legs, moving his lips around his finger and sucking it into his mouth before pulling it out, as if savoring the remnants of the sweet sensations they had caused. Abby watched him in a daze, her desire mounting with each movement he made.

"So sweet—fucking sweet." Remo groaned.

Abby flushed at his words, "I want to see you—"

She reached out and grabbed hold of his leather jacket, shrugging it off his shoulders before grasping the bottom of his shirt and tugging it up over his head. Both items were tossed aside, joining her own discarded clothes on the floor.

She gazed at Remo’s bare torso, her breath catching in her throat as she admired the muscles stretching and flexing with each movement. His hair fell carelessly around his shoulders, adding to his rugged allure. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him, captivated by the raw masculinity he exuded.

Abby smiled at the thought of having such a perfect man all to herself.

"Something funny?" Remo’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts, his hand smoothing up her thigh as she realized she had been staring at his broad chest, mesmerized.

Quickly snapping her eyes up to his, Abby found his heavy gaze focused on her breasts before reluctantly meeting her eyes.

With a shy look, Abby responded, "No—just happy I have the most handsome husband all for myself."

Her breath hitched as Remo’s hand slipped higher, dipping in between her legs to grope her inner thigh.

Remo grinned at her words. "Hmmm—my wife is more beautiful. I’m the lucky guy," he said before leaning in to press several slow kisses along her jaw. The tender affection in his actions sent a shiver of pleasure down Abby’s spine.

Remo’s warm lips glided from Abby’s jaw to her mouth, where they met hers in a slow, sensual kiss. At the same time, his hand traveled up her inner thigh, his palm pressing firmly against the heat between her legs.

The kiss was unhurried, each movement deliberate and purposeful. Yet, despite its leisurely pace, it crackled with an undeniable hunger and intensity

"Do you want me, baby girl?" Remo pulled away and whispered, his lips barely moving away from hers as he asked the question. His tone was genuine, and Abby could sense a shift in his confidence.

She nodded without hesitation. "Of course I do - I want you," she confessed, her desire clear in her voice.

Remo responded by applying pressure against her center with his palm, his touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. His slow circles erased any worries she might have had, replacing them with a desperate longing to be closer to him, to feel his touch.

"I’m all yours, sweet wifey," Remo reassured her, his voice husky with desire. "Just making sure you still want me."

Her heart leaped at his words, a surge of emotion flooding through her.

Lifting her hips, Abby sought more contact with his palm as his warm breath brushed against her lips. Remo kept his voice low, his words carrying a weight of vulnerability. "I was so afraid you wouldn’t let me touch you again. Thank you."

Abby blinked at his words, it only seemed to fuel her need for him.

"Remo—please," she breathed, desperation creeping into her voice as she began to swivel her hips, yearning for any kind of friction. But he pulled his hand away, leaving her wanting and longing for more

"Remo please—please touch me—I want you—-please I’m your good little slut remember?" Abby whined.

Remo chuckled, "Not today, today you’re my beautiful little Angel and I’m going to take care of you."

Abby’s fingers pressed into the bed, her grip tightening at his words as she desperately sought something to anchor herself to. The rush of sensations left her feeling light-headed, her heart pounding in her chest.

She could feel the lazy smile on Remo’s lips as they trailed over her hammering pulse, his touch sending shivers down her spine. His hands explored her skin with slow, tender touches, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Each caress left her burning with desire.

Remo’s fingers trailed over Abby’s stomach, gliding up to her chest where he teased each nipple with slow, deliberate strokes. His touch was both teasing and arousing, his hands skillfully massaging each breast while his mouth left a trail of kisses and marks along her neck and chest.

With each touch, Abby felt a mixture of pleasure and anticipation coursing through her veins. Remo seemed to take his time, savoring every moment as he explored her body with tender caresses and lingering kisses. Abby couldn’t help but squirm under his touch, her body reacting instinctively to the sensations he elicited.

As Remo’s mouth found its way lower, Abby’s breath caught in her throat, her heart racing with excitement. His lips replaced his hands on her breasts, leaving a trail of marks in their wake. And as his hand trailed back down her stomach, dipping between her legs, Abby’s anticipation reached a fever pitch, her body responding eagerly to his touch

Her head fell back against the bed, her eyes shutting tightly as Remo continued to lavish attention on her breasts. His fingers dipped lower, encountering the slick arousal that coated her, signaling her readiness for him.

She gasped as his finger traced around her entrance, her body instinctively responding to his touch. When he pushed into her, Abby’s breath hitched, a quiet moan escaping her lips as pleasure washed over her.

Remo wasted no time, his finger curling upwards to massage inside her, eliciting a soft exclamation from Abby’s lips. As he began to thrust, Abby’s hips moved in rhythm with his motions, her arousal building with each stroke.

Feeling his other hand move to press against her clit, Abby’s body arched in response, her voice pleading for more. "Oh my god - please don’t stop," she whimpered, her words filled with desperation and desire.

Remo’s voice, husky with lust, broke through the haze of pleasure.

"Do my fingers feel good, baby?"