The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 65: What do you miss

Chapter 65: What do you miss

Remo’s grin widened, his eyes alight with mischief as he watched Abby squirm under his teasing gaze. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, "I think I have an idea of what you mean, Abby."

Her heart fluttered at the intimate proximity, her pulse quickening with each passing moment. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, igniting a fire deep within her core.

With a soft chuckle, Remo gently brushed his lips against her cheek, sending a jolt of electricity through her entire being. "But it’s fun watching you try to explain," he teased, his voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down her spine. He hovered over her a smug on his lip.

Abby was sure her whole face was burning as she moved her hand to rest against his chest as he leaned above her on his elbow. Avoiding his eyes again, she focused on her hand and started to trace her fingers around the various inked pictures decorating his skin. He had removed his shirt to sleep and she needed a distraction to stop her heart from running a thousand miles per beat.

The muscles in his chest twitched as she feathered her fingers over them, watching his breathing get heavier as his fingers gripped tighter into her skin. He slotted his leg further between hers, tugging her closer again until her leg was hooked over his hip and his thigh was resting dangerously close to her center.

"I never knew my tattoos were that interesting. You like them?"

Abby’s fingers paused their movements and she looked at him. It was a very big mistake . The look in his eyes was enough to make her speechless.

"Huh?" She blinked, her mind too fogged to think of an answer.

Remo chuckled, "What have you been thinking about , hmm?" His warm breath caressed her lips, his words slightly muffled as he trailed teasing kisses along her jawline towards her neck. "Share with me, my dear. What’s been occupying your thoughts?"

Her lungs struggled to keep pace, drawing in air only to release it in shallow pants as he gently nudged her jaw aside with his nose.

Goosebumps rippled across her skin as his lips found a sweet spot beneath her ear, swirling and sucking in a tantalizing dance.

His actions made coherent thought nearly impossible, especially as his fingers dug into her backside, anchoring her tightly to him as their bodies moved together.

She gasped, the sensation overwhelming, simultaneous with his muffled plea against her neck, "Come on, I need to hear it. Tell me, pretty please?"

"How it felt when—you licked the ice cream off my— cleavage-" She drew in a breath, her response catching in her throat as he nipped at the spot where her pulse thrummed beneath her skin, already sensing the impending bruise.

Exhaling, her voice trembled, "H-how the last time—you lips—."

She released a shaky exhale, her voice trembling as she expressed, "It felt... I want it..."

In response, Remo emitted a soft hum, as he maintained the slow rhythm of his hips. Her hands found their place naturally, one gripping his shoulder while the other tangled into his hair.

Every inch of her body seemed to be on fire, begging for his touch. The ache between her thighs grew more and more insistent

He lifted his head, positioning his face just above hers. Flush cheeks, red lips, and hungry, heavy pale brown eyes conveyed an intensity that enveloped them both.

Remo fingers traced gentle circles over her warmth, sending shivers down her spine. His touch was electric, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume every rational thought. With a longing gaze, he met her eyes, his voice a husky whisper in the dimly lit room.

"Abby," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin, "Do you miss the feeling of my lips tasting you? Do you ache for the sensation of my mouth on yours?"

Abby’s heart raced at his words, her emotions swirling in a tumultuous sea of desire and longing. She could feel the heat radiating between them, a magnetic pull drawing her closer to him with each passing moment. His touch was intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

As Remo’s fingers continued their tantalizing dance, Abby’s resolve began to crumble beneath the weight of her desire. She yearned for him in ways she never thought possible, her body betraying her with every breathless gasp that escaped her lips.

The barrier of her shorts between his palm and her center was both teasing and somehow causing a satisfying sensation. It had her hips lifting to rock back against his hand, and her fingers tightened in his hair involuntarily. She bit down on her lip to stifle another moan and nodded, feeling it was impossible to use words at the moment. Despite her mute response, a slow satisfied smirk formed on Remo’s lips, indicating he was having none of her silent answers.

With a trembling voice, she whispered, "Yes, Remo. I ache for you in ways I cannot describe. I yearn for the touch of your lips, the taste of your mouth."

"I missed it too," Remo murmured, flicking his gaze down to her lips before focusing back on her eyes. "Now tell me which part did you miss? My mouth or fingers?"

Remo moved his palm back, only to replace it with his fingers, focusing on her clit through the fabric of her shorts. Her hips squirmed at the sensation as her shameless moans filled the air, and her eyes rolled closed.

"Remo, please," she pleaded, feeling trapped in this sick game.

His face dipped down near her ear, and she could feel his breath hit it as he encouraged her, "Go on, tell me. My mouth—was it my fingers? Miss them?"

He emphasized his question by applying more pressure with them, massaging faster patterns against her nerves, making it feel like she had a pulse between her legs. She whimpered in response, fighting to get some kind of answer out, but words were being scrambled in her brain this very second.

Remo’s breathing got heavier, and he continued his interrogation with a rasp that vibrated up from deep in his chest. "Or was it my mouth, huh? The things I say that have you soaking through your shorts right now? Were you thinking about how my tongue felt between your thighs? What do you miss?"