imaginable. That’s just for
starters. Take your hand away and kneel with your thighs spread wide.”
Eve obeyed, dropping her hand and parting her thighs,
waiting. Remy’s upper lip curled, much as a tiger that’d found a particularly
tasty morsel to devour.
“Wider,” he urged, taking gentle command as he reached out
with one hand to brush it along her bare thigh, helping her.
Trembling, not from fear but from desire, Eve kept her eyes
on his face as his gaze locked onto her pussy. She felt vulnerable yet
incredibly feminine and aroused.
“If a bikini trim isn’t enough, I’ll remove the rest if you
want,” she answered.
“You’re fine the way you are. As far as I’m concerned, if
you want to go bare, do it. If you prefer the trim, keep it. It’s your choice.”
“Thank you. Can I kiss you?” she asked and he smiled,
inclining his head.
Wanting to do that very much, starting with his mouth and
working her way down, she licked her lips in anticipation. Pushing up a bit
more on his elbow, he used his free hand to stroke her hair back over her
shoulder.
He took his time, letting his fingers sift through her
locks, as if he were memorizing this moment. When she thought he might not
answer, he caught hold of her nape and brought her toward him, their mouths
touching gently then quickly changing to an impassioned onslaught of need and
greed.
Remy might have seemed amiable when he reclined on the
mattress, but there was no doubt in her mind who controlled who right then. His
fingers tightened at her nape, the depth of his kiss increased, his tongue
chasing hers, their kiss intimate, raw and sexy. Freeing her mouth, he tossed
his head back, exposing his throat.
“Explore,” he encouraged, the pulse in his throat tempting
her to take a deep bite.
Eve kissed his chin, letting her lips glide over his smooth
jaw. Remy wasn’t an overly hairy man, but he had hair on his groin, under his
arms and along his legs.
She liked that about him too. She liked everything about
Remy Sinclair.
Working her way to his throat, she discovered his throbbing
pulse, tapping it with her tongue then nipping him. Remy used the hand at her
nape to push her face farther into his throat.
Eve kissed him again, losing track of how many times she
alternated between bites and kisses. Biting turned him on, she discovered, his
legs scrambling some. He tasted faintly of wood smoke, s’mores and faintly of
apples.
“Helluva mouth you’ve got there, Eve,” he grumbled, one hand
grasping her breast to tease and stroke her nipple.
Using her body weight, slight though it was compared to him,
she pushed Remy backward onto the pillow, resuming her path down his incredibly
fit body. She loved his ripped, defined muscles and six-pack abs.
With more leverage to kiss him where she wanted, she
concentrated on his yin and yang ink. Kissing it with reverence, she followed
the circle, traced the dots, first the white side then the black. She was so
turned-on by the taste of his skin, she growled hungrily.
Remy let go of her nape, catching her hair in his fists,
tugging. “Turn yourself around and sixty-nine with me,” he suggested.
Readily, she turned herself about, facing his feet. Remy
helped her straddle his chest, his hands coming to rest on her hips, bringing
her backward as she folded herself on top of him.
His cock was thick and heavy where it lay against his
abdomen and throbbed when she wrapped her hand around his girth to play. Amazed
by the size, she studied him, trying to decipher how best to please him.
As his foreskin was already rolled down to the rim of his
glans, she thumbed the soft, paper-thin sheath. Remy’s hips bucked.
“Eve, lick me, kiss me, anything, please,” he urged, even as
warm breath wafted along her slit, a precursor to the wet, delicate slide of
his tongue through her feminine folds.
“Omigod,” she uttered, leaning down and pressing her mouth
to his crown.
Emboldened by the gentle ravishment of her
starters. Take your hand away and kneel with your thighs spread wide.”
Eve obeyed, dropping her hand and parting her thighs,
waiting. Remy’s upper lip curled, much as a tiger that’d found a particularly
tasty morsel to devour.
“Wider,” he urged, taking gentle command as he reached out
with one hand to brush it along her bare thigh, helping her.
Trembling, not from fear but from desire, Eve kept her eyes
on his face as his gaze locked onto her pussy. She felt vulnerable yet
incredibly feminine and aroused.
“If a bikini trim isn’t enough, I’ll remove the rest if you
want,” she answered.
“You’re fine the way you are. As far as I’m concerned, if
you want to go bare, do it. If you prefer the trim, keep it. It’s your choice.”
“Thank you. Can I kiss you?” she asked and he smiled,
inclining his head.
Wanting to do that very much, starting with his mouth and
working her way down, she licked her lips in anticipation. Pushing up a bit
more on his elbow, he used his free hand to stroke her hair back over her
shoulder.
He took his time, letting his fingers sift through her
locks, as if he were memorizing this moment. When she thought he might not
answer, he caught hold of her nape and brought her toward him, their mouths
touching gently then quickly changing to an impassioned onslaught of need and
greed.
Remy might have seemed amiable when he reclined on the
mattress, but there was no doubt in her mind who controlled who right then. His
fingers tightened at her nape, the depth of his kiss increased, his tongue
chasing hers, their kiss intimate, raw and sexy. Freeing her mouth, he tossed
his head back, exposing his throat.
“Explore,” he encouraged, the pulse in his throat tempting
her to take a deep bite.
Eve kissed his chin, letting her lips glide over his smooth
jaw. Remy wasn’t an overly hairy man, but he had hair on his groin, under his
arms and along his legs.
She liked that about him too. She liked everything about
Remy Sinclair.
Working her way to his throat, she discovered his throbbing
pulse, tapping it with her tongue then nipping him. Remy used the hand at her
nape to push her face farther into his throat.
Eve kissed him again, losing track of how many times she
alternated between bites and kisses. Biting turned him on, she discovered, his
legs scrambling some. He tasted faintly of wood smoke, s’mores and faintly of
apples.
“Helluva mouth you’ve got there, Eve,” he grumbled, one hand
grasping her breast to tease and stroke her nipple.
Using her body weight, slight though it was compared to him,
she pushed Remy backward onto the pillow, resuming her path down his incredibly
fit body. She loved his ripped, defined muscles and six-pack abs.
With more leverage to kiss him where she wanted, she
concentrated on his yin and yang ink. Kissing it with reverence, she followed
the circle, traced the dots, first the white side then the black. She was so
turned-on by the taste of his skin, she growled hungrily.
Remy let go of her nape, catching her hair in his fists,
tugging. “Turn yourself around and sixty-nine with me,” he suggested.
Readily, she turned herself about, facing his feet. Remy
helped her straddle his chest, his hands coming to rest on her hips, bringing
her backward as she folded herself on top of him.
His cock was thick and heavy where it lay against his
abdomen and throbbed when she wrapped her hand around his girth to play. Amazed
by the size, she studied him, trying to decipher how best to please him.
As his foreskin was already rolled down to the rim of his
glans, she thumbed the soft, paper-thin sheath. Remy’s hips bucked.
“Eve, lick me, kiss me, anything, please,” he urged, even as
warm breath wafted along her slit, a precursor to the wet, delicate slide of
his tongue through her feminine folds.
“Omigod,” she uttered, leaning down and pressing her mouth
to his crown.
Emboldened by the gentle ravishment of her
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