7. Scarlet

SEVEN

SCARLET

By the time I've finished packing everything I could possibly need for myself and Winnie, hours have gone by and with it any hope of having a calming bath before bed. Instead, knowing four a.m. will come criminally early, I remove my makeup and wash my face, brush out the mess of knots in my thick hair, and slip into a pearlescent blush silk cami and sleep short set. Then, booting the gassy monster that is my dog out to my brother's room, I slide between the crisp, white sheets of my bed and stare through the dark at my ceiling.

Tense and frustrated from the day, I'm unable to get comfortable no matter how desperately I know I need to sleep after being awake most of the previous night. Unlike last night though, it's thankfully not a race of intrusive thoughts that keeps me up. Instead, it's an electrifying feeling of my body deciding it's time for my earlier arousal to reignite.

Every nerve is alive and alert, making me hyper aware of the cool material of my cami as it glides across my skin. The kiss of air from my ceiling fan that has my nipples puckering as I remember the blooming warmth I felt as my fingers reached further and further up Remi's thigh. The echo inside my head of the erotic groans he made as I touched him is visceral. An elicit fantasy of what would happen if I crept my fingers a bit higher so I could grasp the heavy outline of his cock I saw forming through the sheet.

Pushing my top up, I brush my thumb over my nipple, my teeth sinking into my lip as the whisper of a touch feels like a live wire all the way down between my legs. Repeating the action again and again, I begin to pluck and roll the hardening peaks until my legs are falling open. At the seam of my shorts, I'm hot and damp, my clit swollen and pulsing as my pussy clenches, sucking in the silk fabric.

Blindly reaching for my nightstand, I fumble with the drawer. Yanking it open, I shove the random odds and ends around until my fingers close around the satin bag that houses my favorite toy, my other hand feverishly working to peel my shorts free and push them down my thighs.

Pulling the glittery, pink, silicone penis free and turning it on, I play with the settings, testing each one against my aching breasts. When my soft sighs turn to a throaty moan I have to rapidly swallow back, I bring the toy up to my mouth and suck on its flared tip, imagining Remington murmur a gravely praise in my ear for taking him so well.

A string of saliva keeps my mouth connected to it as I pull it free to caress my taut nipples. Lifting my hips up as the touch ripples through my body, I let my mind drift further away until he's telling me to be a good girl and open my legs for him.

Complying with my fantasy's gentle demands, I let my knees drop open, kicking my shorts off the rest of the way. Then using the last of my restraint, I tease the dildo up my thigh, the ears of the clitoral stimulator tickling me as I do. Once I reach the juncture of my hip, however, my patience shatters.

My clit jumps as I glide the toy through my wetness, its head quickly kissing the erect bundle of nerves before I have it retreating. Satisfied that I'm more than prepped, I begin working it inside my pussy, my back arching off the bed as I imagine Remi groaning, "So good, baby girl," into my neck as he hikes my thigh up higher on his hip, allowing his cock to sink further into me, filling and stretching me beyond what the small shaft of my toy can reach.

Flicking my thumb over the settings, the little bunny ears begin a quick, fluttering pace that has me turning my face into my pillow. Pushing another button, I smother my cries as the dildo begins thrusting and twisting within me.

It's only minutes before I'm lifting my hips up to meet every thrust of the toy's mechanics and my wrist, fucking myself closer and closer to the edge.

The cool air of earlier is gone. Sweat mists my hairline. My heart is racing. My breath comes in short, desperate pants as I whisper his name. I plead and beg with him to let me come, the hot, coiling tension deep inside me wound so tightly I know I'm ready to combust. Just a little more and I'll be there.

Turning the speed up and picturing him losing control as my pussy clenches around his cock and making a possessive promise to fill me up is all I need. A few short, vigorous thrusts, and I'm pushing the toy as deep inside me as I can, wishing for the feeling of hot cum erupting against my walls as a long moan falls from my lips. My legs tremble and my muscles vigorously clench around my toy, attempting to wring Remington's cum into existence as my body goes rigid, my back bowing off the bed, and a silent scream ripping free.

Collapsing back on the mattress, I slowly work the settings down, drawing out every pulsing aftershock until I'm too sensitive for more. Gently pulling the dildo free, a slick squelching breaks through my now silent room, drawing a breathy laugh from me. Resting the soaked toy on my stomach, I lay there under the fan for several minutes, basking in the warm, glowing rush of endorphins, wishing I had a larger, heavier body laying over mine.

His breaths, just as ragged as mine. His lips pressing whisper like kisses along my neck, and his fingers caressing my side. Murmured sweet and filthy words filling my ears until I'm hovering between wakefulness and sleep, his cum slowly dripping out of me.

Once I begin to feel a chill, however, I'm pulled out of the last of my fantasy. Getting up from the bed, I wash my toy in my bathroom's sink and twist my hair up to remain dry while I quickly wash my body clean in the shower.

Dry and with fresh pajamas on, I crawl back into bed, tucking myself in, a soft smile on my face. True to the day's form, however, my mind still refuses to completely quiet down, yet another thought about tomorrow's surgery popping up.

Taking my phone from its dock, I'm halfway through my message to Remington when "Enchanted" begins to play.

"Hello?" I ask as if the song and image of Remington from behind as he squats at home plate isn't enough to clue me in on who's calling.

"Baby girl, it's late. You should be sleeping."

"Says the man with surgery in a few hours. The very one who is calling me at said late hour."

"Only because I saw your text bubble pop up."

Turning on my side, I can't help the broad smile that stretches across my face at his slow words.

"Remi, were you watching for a message from me?" I tease.

"And so what if I was, Scar?" he answers without reservation.

Scrunching up my face as I fight back a squeal, I kick my feet in the bed, and as calmly as humanly possible, reply, "Well now that you've got me, what do you want to talk about?"

"I don't have you yet, but I plan to," he boldly declares, making my brain short circuit, the synapses only firing back to life as he chuckles and begins pulling me into talking about how the rest of our respective days went, the soft, comfortable cadence of his voice slowly lulling me to sleep.