Tricking Astrid (CH 2.1)

Chapter 2 - part 1

Remy did not slow down. She was beyond the point of asking him to. She lifted her hips at each measured stroke until he was shaking from trying to hold back.

She looked so sensually, body supple. He gasped, pulling out to shoot his come on her belly. She watched the intense way his face tightened, eyes closed as he did it. She'd never imagined Remy could be so unleashed. She should have. He had the muscle, the gorgeous face that probably bedded anyone he wanted. Yet as he was screwing her she'd never felt so watched. He stared like he had been deciding something.

Sweaty, breathing fast together they laid side by side. The minutes passed by slowly as they did not speak. Was he sorry? Had she disappointed him? All in all, it had only been five minutes before they had both climaxed. She had loved those five minutes.

She rolled onto her side to see him. "Remy that was awesome. No ones ever made me feel so... taken."

Smiling, he caressed one hand along her turned thigh. "You're so beautiful Astrid. I'm sorry I blew it quick."

She couldn't help the giggle that came out. "Don't be sorry. You're the beautiful one."

He checked his watch. "I better go."

She felt disappointed but put on a smile as he redressed. He bent over her and gave her a kiss goodbye then walked out of her house.

Left awkwardly.

Had she ruined their relationship?

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