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another deep thrust Remy sent her over the edge, release
roaring through her, sending her keening and crying and calling out his name.
Breathless, she slumped forward, holding onto him for strength.
    “Remy! I need more,” she confessed, even as pleasure-filled
tremors pulsed within her pussy and labia. Her clit tingled.
    “Shift to your side, facing me,” he said, guiding her up and
off him.
    Following his suggestion, she stretched out, facing him. He
was the sexiest man she’d ever known, might ever know. But if they were
destined for someone else to join them in their lover’s journey, did that mean
her love for Remy would change?
    Remy pushed up on his elbow again, looking down at her. He
grinned, reminding her of the Cheshire cat. Trouble was behind that smile.
    “What are you looking at?” she asked.
    “Not what, who,” he said. “You’re the most beautiful woman
in the world. Still not sure how someone like me won the right to fuck you, but
now that we’ve started, expect a helluva a lot more.”
    “I sure hope so. You haven’t come yet. How you managed to
hold back makes me want to jump your bones until we wake up the whole
campground.”
    “Usually, I’m a master of self-control, condoms help too.
But when you sucked my cock, I nearly lost it.”
    “You’re an incredible lover, Remy. Know that?”
    “Slide in nice and close, drape your leg over my thigh,” he
murmured. “I need to have you again.”
    “Need?” Shifting closer, she rested her head on the pillow,
letting Remy guide her into position on their sides.
    “Yes, I need you, Eve, your sex, your cum, your moans. Give
them to me. We’ll take it slow and steady.”
    “Maybe I’d prefer scratches and bruises as you’d suggested
before.”
    “We’ll get there. This is only the beginning.”
    Remy stroked his erection. Eve shifted, parting her thighs
and he settled in closer, finally driving into her. Sideways as they were, they
couldn’t thrust too fast, but, oh, he thrust exactly as she needed. Curiously,
he kept his hand wrapped tight around the base of his cock.
    “Can I do that for you?” she offered, wanting very much to
feel him in her grasp.
    “Sure,” he agreed, letting go and catching her hand to show
her where and how to grip. “Hold on tight as a cock ring. When I’m ready to
come, I’ll tell you to let go.”
    It felt amazing to know his ability to come or not was
within her control. If she wanted to, she could press him, free him. She didn’t
want to. Not when he began thrusting in time with her, burying his cock into
her as far as he could.
    Sweat dotted his forehead and a light sheen covered their
bodies. Despite the open windows and the spring chill outside their little
camper, their body heat was enough to ward off the cold.
    Remy curled his body into her, sending her to her back,
breaking their connection and her grip on his shaft to climb into place on top
of her. Splitting her legs, she let him settle into the cradle of her thighs.
His cock found its home, sliding into her.
    Sneaking her hand between their bodies, she was about to
reclaim her hold of his cock. He shook his head, kissed her and began
thrusting, harder, faster.
    “Wrap your legs around my hips. Let’s come together,” he
breathed out, gritting his teeth as she obeyed and increased his thrusting.
    Eve pushed her hips back at him, arching, seeking the
release that kept her hovering on a precipice. Remy tucked his hand between
them and sought her clitoris, tapping it, rubbing.
    “Remy!” she cried out, orgasm crashing through her in
ecstatic waves, stealing her breath, her ability to think, especially as climax
seemed to be Remy’s undoing.
    He went wild, thrusting, his head lowering to her neck.
Biting down on her throat, he left a mark, his cock powering into her with the
driving force to push her back to the edge of pleasure until she soared.
    Letting go of her throat, he reared back, tossing his head,
reminding her of a wild bronco.