บท 89: Chapter 89

But with Remy…

“On my back so I can see you,” he said, and laughed nervously when Remy immediately rolled them so Marlow was sprawled out. “I-I don’t really know. I mean, I know, obviously, but…”

“Relax, your highness. I got you,” Remy said, crawling seductively between Marlow’s legs. “You tell me what you like, what you don’t, what you want,” he spread his knees apart and kissed the inside of Marlow’s thighs, “and I’ll oblige every whim, every wish you ask of me.”

It wasn’t wholly selfless, Remy got something out of this as well, but it still moved Marlow how patient he was being, how eager he was to make it good for Marlow, too.

“Kiss me,” Marlow said.

Remy surged up impressively fast, sealing Marlow’s mouth with his lips and twirling his tongue in deep.