The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 204: Handle it

Chapter 204: Handle it

Abby could only nod in response, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as Remo’s fingers worked their magic between her legs. The tension in her lower belly coiled tighter with each stroke, her body trembling with anticipation as pleasure surged through her veins.

Remo’s voice, husky with desire, filled her ears, his words laced with a hint of humor. "Did you miss me? Miss my touch, my mouth, my dick?" he asked, the urgency in his tone belying the playful words.

Her response came out in a breathless whimper, "Yes—-missed you so bad," as Remo’s fingers quickened their pace in response to her admission. His other hand pressed against her nerves, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.

"Missed me?" Remo murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Well then I’ll have to make up for the time I wasn’t here --do you want your husband to make you feel good? Wanna cum?"

Abby nodded eagerly, her voice barely a whisper as she pleaded, "Please, I need to."

One of her hands gripped the bed tightly, her nails digging into the fabric. Her chest arched up, heat rippling through her body as Remo’s fingers worked their magic.

"You look so beautiful with your hair spread out while I fuck you with my fingers, show me how much you need it—-how much you love my fingers, coat your juices around them for me, love," he urged, tugging on her lower lip with his teeth before pressing a kiss to it.

Her body tensed as Remo’s fingers continued their relentless assault, driving her closer to the edge of ecstasy with each stroke. "Look at how pretty my fingers are moving in and out of you, love," he murmured, his lips trailing kisses along her jawline. "I’ve missed this—missed you," he confessed, his voice thick with desire.

As pleasure surged through her body, Abby’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling with each gasp. "Remo—so close—good—I’m going to—-" she stammered, her words lost in a haze of pleasure.

"That’s it, darling, let go," Remo urged, his lips hovering over hers as he guided her towards the peak of ecstasy. "Let me hear you," he encouraged, his own desire mirrored in the intensity of his touch.

He shifted his hand from playing her clit to instead laying it over her lower stomach, holding her down as her body arched and thrashed from the onslaught of pleasure. Despite her attempts to push his hand away, he didn’t let go, continuing to fuck her with his fingers with relentless determination.

The explicit sounds emanating from Remo’s throat only intensified the sensations coursing through her body, overwhelming her with ecstasy. She tried to protest, gasping out that it was too much, but he refused to relent, his eyes fixed on her face with a determined gaze.

With each thrust of his fingers, she felt herself edging closer to the brink, her body trembling with anticipation.

"It’s too much," she gasped, her voice barely audible over the wave of pleasure surrounding them.

But he wasn’t ready to stop, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "You can handle it," he insisted, his voice laced with lust.

As his fingers continued their relentless assault, she felt a surge of pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was overwhelming, all-consuming, threatening to engulf her completely.

"God, that’s it," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You’re soaking wet for me."

She felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, as if her orgasm had spawned another orgasm. It was all-consuming, almost unbearable in its intensity, and she struggled to endure it.

"God, fuck, that’s it baby girl—squeezing my fingers so good," Remo exclaimed, drawing out the sensation as her body trembled and shook.

The sensations coursing through her were indescribable, a whirlwind of pleasure and desire that left her breathless and trembling in his arms. And in that moment, she realized that there was no greater ecstasy than being with him

His fingers finally slowed and withdrew, leaving her gasping for breath and slumped on the bed. She closed her eyes, trying to regain her composure after the overwhelming experience. Everything felt hazy, and she couldn’t shake the feeling of being completely spent.

Before she could fully register what was happening, Remo pressed a kiss on her forehead.

"How’re you feeling? Did I do well?" His breath tickled her cheek as his hand moved soothingly through her hair. She struggled to form coherent thoughts, her mind still reeling from the intensity of the moment. "I’m... I’m - I can’t... good," she managed to mumble, resting her forehead against his.

Abby chuckled softly, pressing a kiss on his jaw. "How—are—you?" she asked, struggling to sit up. Her gaze fell on his bulge in his trousers. It looked painful.

"Looks like you need help with that," she teased, biting her lip as she stared at him.

Despite having just experienced such intense pleasure, she still wanted him just as badly as before. She doubted she could come again so soon, but she sure as hell wanted him to. She wanted to feel him.

He shook his head, exhaling his words. "Hmmm.. aching so bad from watching you come from my fingers."

Abby got on her knees and grabbed his bulge through his jeans. Remo groaned, "Fuck, Abby."

She moved her hands back and forth over his length while he bit hard onto his lower lip with a strained whine. He was incredibly hard, and she noticed the way he had already started leaking onto his crotch.

"Looks like someone is dying to be inside me," she whispered in his ear, her voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes widened briefly, then his mouth fell open as his brows furrowed and he glanced down to where her finger was tracing along his bulge.

"Do you want to fuck me? Want to be inside me?" Abby bit his earlobe before licking it.

"Yes—" he managed, sounding both like he was begging her and still apprehensive. But he looked completely consumed by desire.