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pussy by Remy’s
fabulous tongue, she kissed and licked his crown then took him into her mouth,
his tongue spearing her pussy as she swallowed more of his cock. He jolted, his
hips surging upward.
    But concentrating on what pleased him wasn’t easy
considering the time and attention he paid to her needy clit. It felt great,
amazing, driving her hips to rock with every delicious lick.
    At the same time, she sucked him deeper, letting her hair
fall across her face and over his groin. Alternately pumping him with her hand,
she hoped she was giving him the best head of his life, so far.
    She really had no idea why Remy suddenly jerked the two of
them apart. One second she was relishing in the power she’d gained by sucking
him off, the next she was facing the headboard, straddling his waist.
    “Get a condom,” he growled.
    Recalling where he’d stored the package of ultra-sheer
Trojans, she groped for the box, tore it open and poured it out. They went
everywhere.
    “Sorry,” she chuckled. “Never been this aroused before.”
    “It’s okay. Hurry!” he ordered, thrusting up at her, his
cock wedged between her thighs, so close to entering her pussy, all he had to
do was shift and she could lift, and he’d slam home.
    Grabbing a strip of three, she tore one off with her teeth,
ripped it open and finally withdrew the lubricated, silken sheath.
    “Going to need some help, Remy,” she warned, stilling when a
strange frisson of awareness tingled up and down her spine. Pausing to look
around, she thought for sure someone would be behind her, watching them.
    “What’s the matter, Eve? You’re on something, right?” he
asked, even as he gripped his cock to hold it steady while she rolled the
condom into place. “For the record, I’ve been tested, most recently during my
last physical.”
    “Same here, I’m always careful,” she assured. “I’ve an IUD,
just in case condoms break.”
    Was someone watching them? She spent most of her time with a
ghost hunter. She’d seen scary when she toured old houses and cemeteries for
his show. This feeling was one she couldn’t quite place, but she wasn’t scared.
    Maybe it was her imagination. A couple hours ago, she’d been
reading a particularly erotic chapter in a Ransom Hunter book that’d featured
voyeurism. The scene evolved into more, as the vampire drew the watcher out of
hiding and into bed with his female partner.
    Remy’s hand touched her mouth, his thumb smoothing over her
lips. “You sure you’re okay, lover? If you want to slow down, we will.”
    “No, it’s fine. Please don’t stop, Remy.”
    “That’s my girl,” he praised. “How’d I got so lucky to have
you wait for me so long?”
    “Sometimes love has its own timetable. What’s important now
is that we’re together and working to make it stronger, right?”
    Tensing when the L-word came out of her mouth, she thought
for sure Remy was going to buck her off him for good. Neither one of them had
said anything about love, sex, yes, fucking, apparently that was the score.
Love changed everything.
    Remy sat up, his arms coming around her, securing her in
place. His mouth touched hers, softly, reverently, his patience touching her
heart.
    “That’s right, sugar. We’re together now. Don’t be afraid of
where we go from here. Lift up some,” he whispered, his hands guiding her to do
so.
    Concerned that she might lose her balance, she caught his
shoulders. Remy gripped her waist, lowering her, his cock entering, filling her
more completely than she’d ever been before.
    Resuming their kiss, Remy coaxed her into a slow, gentle
rhythm, letting her feel his thickness before hoisting his hips upward,
thrusting. Faster, harder, they rocked, the camper shaking but remaining secure
in its spot.
    Eve scraped her nails down his shoulders, freeing one so
that she could tuck her hand between their thighs. Remy’s hand joined hers,
their fingers honing in on her clit, pushing her closer to climax.
    On