The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 64: Touch me

Chapter 64: Touch me

As Remo reclined on her lap, Abby felt a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. Her heart raced with desire, her body tingling with anticipation, and her mind clouded with confusion.

The intimacy of the moment left her breathless, her thoughts spinning as she tried to make sense of the sudden shift in dynamics between them. Remo’s playful gestures, his teasing words, and the lingering taste of ice cream on her lips sent her senses into overdrive.

Her fingers trembled with the remnants of his touch, her skin still tingling where his lips had grazed against hers. The warmth of his body against hers sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire deep within her core.

She watched as Remo, with deliberate intent, pulled up the hem of his shirt, revealing a hint of his toned stomach and the subtle curve of his hips. Despite her efforts to focus on the movie, Abby found her attention drawn to Remo’s casual yet calculated movements.

His arm hung above his head, resting against her thigh, while his fingers grazed against her bare skin occasionally. The sensation sent shivers down Abby’s spine, her muscles tensing with each fleeting touch. She struggled to maintain her composure, her mind clouded with a mixture of desire and apprehension.

As Remo continued to watch the TV with a casual expression, his head comfortably resting on Abby’s lap, she found herself torn between confusion, desire, and a growing sense of horniness. The air crackled with unspoken tension, and Abby’s mind raced to make sense of the unexpected intimacy that had unfolded.

She stole glances at Remo, who seemed perfectly at ease, completely absorbed in the movie. His nonchalant demeanor only added to Abby’s bewilderment. Her fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on the armrest, a subtle sign of the inner turmoil she was experiencing.

Lust burned in her brain and she could think of nothing else.

Abby’s gaze drifted to Remo’s lips, vividly remembering them licking the ice cream off her cleavage . The warmth in her chest persisted, fueled by the suggestive glint in Remo’s eyes and the mischievous grin that played on his lips.

The movie continued to play, but Abby struggled to focus. Scenes unfolded on the screen, but her thoughts were a swirl of conflicting emotions.

As Remo shifted his position on the couch, Abby’s internal struggle intensified. His proximity, the weight of his head on her lap, and the lingering intimacy sent waves of desire through her. She couldn’t deny the effect he had on her, and a part of her longed for a continuation of what had happened.

Attempting to regain control, Abby took a deep breath, but Remo’s fingers tracing patterns on her thighs only intensified her inner turmoil. She glanced down at him, his eyes still fixed on the TV, seemingly oblivious to the storm of emotions brewing within Abby.

The playful banter echoed in her mind, and Abby couldn’t help but let out a shaky laugh, a mix of nerves and arousal. Remo, catching the sound, turned his gaze towards her, a curious expression in his eyes.

"Something amusing, Abby?" he asked, his tone light, unaware of the maelstrom of emotions swirling within her.

Abby bit her lip, a subtle gesture betraying the internal conflict. "Just trying to figure out your charming ways," she replied, her attempt at nonchalance falling short as her eyes involuntarily lingered on his lips.

Remo grinned, seemingly pleased with her response, and turned his attention back to the movie.

By the time the movie came to an end, Abby’s stomach churned with knots, her muscles aching from the tension that had gripped her throughout.

Remo tugged at the material of her pants. "I’m a big fan of these shorts though. Think they’re my favorite," Remo admitted, his voice carrying a hint of admiration.

His hand flattened against her hip as he smoothed it over her nightwear, silky fabric.

As his voice grew quieter, his words took on a more intimate tone. "I like how they feel... soft... smooth," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin.

She swallowed, feeling the mood shift in an instant, her chest tightening and her pulse quickening.

"I’m going to sleep," Abby declared, her voice slightly shaky as she rose from the couch,removing Remo’s head from her lap, desperate to escape the whirlwind of emotions that engulfed her.

With hurried steps, she made her way to the bedroom, her mind reeling from the intensity of the evening.

Remo watched her retreat, a flicker of concern crossing his features as he sensed her unease. Rising from the couch, he followed her, his footsteps echoing in the dimly lit hallway.

As Abby slipped under the covers, her heart still racing, Remo settled in beside her. Sensing her tension, he gently wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

"Are you alright, Abby?" Remo’s voice was soft, laced with genuine concern as he brushed a strand of hair from her face, his eyes searching hers for any hint of distress

"I—I I’m fine..." she blushed harder. How does she explain to him the ache in between her legs and how hard her nipples were?

"You sure? Is there something I can do for you?"

Abby swallowed. Yes yes there is but she was too shy to tell him.

"Erhn...can you touch me please...?"

Remo’s eyes softened with understanding as he sensed Abby’s vulnerability. Without a word, he gently traced his fingertips along her arm, a tender caress that sent a shiver down her spine.

As he continued to explore the contours of her skin, Abby’s blush deepened. "Not like that," she stammered, her voice barely audible.

Remo paused, looking into her eyes for guidance. Abby took a deep breath, gathering the courage to express her desires. "I mean... elsewhere," she admitted, her cheeks burning.

Remo’s eyes twinkled mischievously, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he savored the moment. He feigned innocence, though his heart danced with excitement at Abby’s admission.

"Elsewhere, huh?" he echoed, his voice laced with amusement. "You’ll have to be a bit more specific, Abby. I’m not sure I quite understand."

Abby’s cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of crimson, a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation coursing through her veins. She fumbled for words, her mind racing to find the courage to articulate her desires more explicitly.

"I-I mean..." she began, her voice faltering as she struggled to find the right words. "I meant... um... you know..."