22. Taylor

"Low serotonin levels and increased cortisol can make the act of falling in love feel more stressful than happy." ~ Tim Rhodes

My entire bodyvibrated with the after-effects of the mind-blowing orgasm I'd just experienced. Dizziness caused my head to spin as deliciously sensual tingles spread through me. Either the climax I'd just reached was causing my lightheadedness, or I was hyperventilating.

In case it was the latter, I slowly inhaled and exhaled, trying to catch my breath as Remi slowly stood, taking his time to explore my body with his hands and mouth. He managed to touch me everywhere, all at once. I knew that was impossible, but that's exactly what it felt like. He consumed me, not just on a physical level, but somehow his essence, his very being, fused with mine on a cellular level.

As he stood between my thighs, his mouth covered my neck in tiny kisses. My hands gripped his shoulders, and I could feel the ripple of his muscles beneath the cotton of his shirt. Before I'd totally recovered from my release, urgency surged from the deepest part of my soul. I wanted to be as close to Remi as physically possible. I needed to feel him the same way he was feeling me. He was totally clothed, unlike me, who was only wearing my underwear, which was still shoved to the side.

His work-worn hands ran up and down my back as he kissed my neck. The rough cloth of his slacks rubbed against my very sensitive, very wet, very bare feminine folds. It felt good, but it wasn't enough. I needed more. My hands shook as I moved my arms between our bodies. I clumsily fumbled with the buttons on his white dress shirt. With each one I freed, the desperation only escalated in me. The second the last button was unfastened, I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, revealing his bare chest.

His arms fell to his sides as he pulled the shirt off. While he was occupied, I scooted off the table and dropped to my knees on the floor. My hands were still shaking as I tried to unbuckle his pants. Thankfully, he took over.Within seconds, he undid the clasp and zipper of his pants and shoved them down his legs as he kicked off his shoes and socks.

The moment he stood back up, I grasped his shaft and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. I didn't want to give him any time to take control of the situation. As much as I loved his authority, as much as I reveled in the total and complete surrender I'd only ever given to him, I also wanted to know his body the way he knew mine. I wanted to know what drove him crazy. I needed to discover what brought him to the edge. He hadn't let me do that the first night we were together. So, now, I took what I wanted with a savagery I'd never felt before.

He"d told me that I made him feel reckless. Crazy. Well, the feeling was mutual. That is exactly what he made me feel. I knew the biology behind the euphoric abandon we inspired in one another. It wasn't a great mystery of the universe. It was science. It was a chemical response to hormone secretion. It was physiological, not magical. It wasn't inevitable or unavoidable, even though it desperately felt like both.

What we felt for one another—the chemistry, the fireworks, the intensity—was as addictive as cocaine and, from what I'd witnessed growing up and as a physician, just as lethal. If we distanced ourselves from one another, then the things we felt would fade. Our pheromone triggers would stop lighting up like a Christmas tree. We would, for all intents and purposes, get each other out of our systems. Which would be the responsible, right thing to do.

But that was the problem with the phenomenon we were experiencing; doing the right thing paled in comparison to giving into the pleasure that we knew we would bring one another.

My fingers tightened around his girth, and I sucked his hard shaft into my mouth. His smooth, velvet skin was pulled taut around his throbbing member. I'd always been lukewarm about oral sex. Not just giving it but receiving it as well. Remi changed my view on the subject of both.

As I took him as deep as I possibly could, his crown hit the back of my throat, and I choked. The sensation sent signals to my core that had my sex fluttering with anticipation. I tightened my lips around him as I slid them back up his shaft, making my tongue flat as it ran along the underside of his cock. My hand followed my mouth on its journey. When I reached his tip, I squeezed my fingers tightly as my tongue licked his engorged head. Then I repeated my action, taking him so deep I couldn't breathe, then sliding him out of my mouth, keeping the suction as tight as possible.

His fingers slid into my hair and fisted against my scalp as he guided my head up and down in a rhythm. My heart rate sped in time to the heavy pulse in his erection. He hissed through his teeth as his hand gripped my head, sending tingles swirling low in my belly. With each pass, he swelled in my mouth until he grew so big that it caused me to gag and my eyes to water. The sensation only served to heighten the experience.

Pressure began to build low in my core as I kneeled before Remi, making love to him with my mouth. Wave after wave of bliss began to flow through me, each one a little more intense. I squeezed my thighs together, reveling in the pleasure that was coiling between my legs. I felt myself being dragged right to the brink of ecstasy once more.

On a clinical level, I was aware that orgasms could be reached by syntribation, or hands-free masturbation, but I'd never actually experienced it. I'd also never experienced multiple orgasms, but it seemed Remi was the puppet master, and I was dangling from his strings. One flick of his finger, and I came apart. One tiny twist of his wrist, and I saw stars.

Just as I felt myself begin to tumble into oblivion once more, Remi gripped my arms, lifted me up, spun me around, and pushed my upper body down so I was bent over the kitchen table. My breasts and cheek were flat against the cold surface. His large hand pressed against my lower back, holding me in place. I heard the familiar sound of a condom wrapper, and my canal clenched with anticipation.

I closed my eyes, trying to commit this moment to memory. I wanted every aspect of this experience to be imprinted on me so that any time I wanted to, I could close my eyes and relive it. I'd be able to taste his arousal on my tongue. I'd inhale the scent of his musky masculinity. I'd feel the touch of his hand on me. I'd see the way his eyes stared into my soul.

Being with ‘Kyle' had been, hands down, the hottest, most erotic night I'd ever had. But this, being with Remi like this, was more than that. Besides having the knowledge that my instincts had been correct, he was not only a good egg, he was the best, there was another aspect to our relationship. We had a history now. It might be brief, but we'd spent time with each other and in groups of people. Every second we'd shared this past week, even the ones we weren't together, had been like one drawn-out foreplay session. And then, there was the fact that he was leaving tomorrow, making tonight even more special. Oh, and then there was the tiny development that I loved him. But I was doing my best to forget the epiphany I'd had before walking into the reception.

When I felt Remi's engorged head at my entrance, all thoughts disappeared from my mind. It's like a switch flipped, and I was no longer able to think; all I could do was feel. He rubbed his tip up and down my sex as he bent down, hovering above my back. His lips brushed the edge of my ear as his gravelly voice whispered, "Did you think you were gonna come without me inside of you?"

How had he known that? How had he known that I was squeezing my thighs together? Did he have some sort of sexual ESP? He had to be guessing, but even if it was an assumption, it was still hot. Really hot. My pussy quivered, and once again I felt myself ready to explode.

"Did you?" he demanded.

"Yes," I whispered.

His hand flattened on the table beside mine, and he lowered even further so that he was speaking against my cheek.

"When you're with me, like this—" He pushed his crown past my folds, entering me an inch but then stopping. "You don't come unless I make you come. You're mine."

Hearing him say those words, You're mine, sent a shockwave of pleasure rushing through me. My entire body began to shake as my mouth fell open in a silent gasp.

"Do you want to come now?" he rasped.

I nodded.

"Tell me," he demanded.

"Yes," I breathed out. "I want to come now."

He stood back up, and his fingers gripped my hip tightly, digging into my skin. My opening began to spasm around his engorged head; my body was doing everything it could to draw him inside of me.

His breaths were coming in jagged pants as he asked, "Who do you belong to?"

"You." I could hear the desperation in my response. "I belong to you."

Before I'd even finished speaking, Remi slammed into me with a force so strong that it stole all the oxygen from my lungs. His hands flexed against my hips as he pulled out, then drove into me again with equal passion. The third time, he tilted my hips up before he thrust into me. His body tensed when his thighs slapped into mine, and he went deeper than I even knew was physically possible, filling me to the brim. That was all it took for my orgasm to claim me. In the blink of an eye, my entire world erupted in a frenzy of cataclysmic eruptions, filling my entire being with nearly intolerable pleasure. I surrendered to the fevered rush, as ripple after ripple carried me into erotic oblivion.

When I finally drifted back into reality, I found myself limp and panting on the table. Remi was still buried inside of me as he pressed soft kisses along my spine. His soft lips, tenderly brushing against my skin, stirred something inside of me. Something I feared, I would not easily detox from, even after Remi went back to California. Something I feared no matter what distance was between us, what time passed, or what other partners we may have, I would never get him out of my system.