Tricking Astrid ( Ch 3.1)

 

Chapter 3- part 1

Remy drove to a lake but turned onto a side road. It went up to a hidden hill. An ancient weeping willow hid the car from view. The road too if you looked up from the lake. The huge tree was a secret hideaway most never saw.

Remy watched Astrid standing under the tree, gazing down on the moon lite lake and couldn't imagine a more beautiful girl to spend his nights with. He felt the love that had been gradually growing over these months. She trusted him. He trusted her, somewhat. The secrets he kept from her were fine for now. He didn't want to spoil their relationship. She was a perfect girl for what he needed.

"Astrid," he softly called her name, opening up the backseat door, "It's time."

She grinned, seeing him pull out his dress shirt while giving her sexy eyes. "IS it? This spot is great. I've been here at the lake a hundred times, never realizing this was here."

He smirked. "Most don't."

She sauntered over, "You have a heavy hand at sex, don't you?"

Surprise flickered in his hazel eyes before they lowered to her heaving chest, "Heavy hand? I'll try to be more... gentle."

She giggled, sliding into the backseat, "No, don't. It's you. Don't hold back the way I make you act. I want to know how I make you feel. I want... to BE wanted."

Quietly Remy joined her in the plush back seat. The darkness made it near impossible for them to see each other's faces. He'd left the radio on a station playing an erotic song that she loved.

"When will you realize you are wanted?" he softly asked, his fresh breath fanning her face, "Your self-esteem bothers me sometimes."

She awkwardly unhooked her high heels. Had she done something wrong? She had only meant to tell him she found his sexual techniques erotic. She liked how he made her feel. He was just sitting there now as though she'd ruined the mood.

She pulled her dress up and over her head, tossing it onto his lap to liven up the mood, "Show me you want me then Remy. You're the only one I want."

He gripped her turned legs, pulling them towards him until he leaned over her body. He started kissing her neck as she ran her fingers through his silky hair. He traveled the kisses to her caged breast, pulling the bra aside to smack the flesh with the palm of his hand. She giggled. The happiness she felt was so strange. Remy was so good, expertly taking off her panties next.

He leaned back to whip off his shirt. He saw her naked body in the dim light, undoing his pants. He knew he should go slow. To show her how she needed to be loved, but he couldn't. She excited him too much. She HAD told him to show her how she made him feel. The pants were wiggled off so now they were both naked.

"Come here."

Remy pulled her up onto his lap. She wrapped her hands around his wide shoulders, positioning her knees comfortably. She began kissing him with a fire that sent him ablaze. He put himself into her, hearing her give a throaty moan. He smiled as she shivered in his arms.

"Ready?" he placed his hands firmly on her hips, "Ready to feel how you make me want you?"

She let out another little cry that vibrated down to his balls. He worked her hard on his cock, grinning in the dark. She shook atop his body, gasping as she was forced up and down in a harsh way. She put her hot little mouth on his sweaty neck, wetly kissing his salty skin.

The car bounced on its shocks.

He gripped her damp hair, pulling her neck back. Her kisses were making it hard for him not to explode. Astrid gasped in a tiny expression of unexpected pain that only excited him further. Her diminutive cry was like a drug he'd only had a taste of but needed more of. So much more than he wanted to pressure her for. He went slow the night before, but now as he felt her vigorously applying her sweaty body against his that decision was erased towards medium pain.

Astrid sensed something in Remy switching. Whether she was unconscious of it or not, he saw the sudden way she jerked awkwardly instead of smooth. Had he hurt her with his sudden neck jerk? He wrapped one fist into the long, lush dark hair she had cascading around her pretty face.

She allowed him to bend her back, so she was pushed against the driver's seat. Her perky tits were white and silky smooth in the dim moonlighting. They stopped thrusting at his decline of her form. He still stayed rooted in her tight warmth.

She was breathing quickly, her breasts shaking as he lowered his mouth to one. When he peered up at her face, she closed her eyes tightly.

"Remy," she panted, low and husky, causing him to pop her nipple out of his mouth, "You make me want to scream."

His dick jerked. He longed for her to scream. He dismissed that thought real quick. "Astrid, don't hold it in babe. I want to know every inch of you. We've explored our fucking sensitive emotional side, now we can do the same with sex."

She swallowed, "OK."

He couldn't help but smirk, "Now back to these fucking tits that are begging for my tongue."