“Mmm,” she moaned, writhing desperately against him.
Face hard, nostrils flaring, he pushed two fingers inside her creamy wetness. She cried out and flung back her head as he stroked her cunt, probing deeper as her inner muscles clenched around his fingers. She was on fire, burning up from the inside out as she bucked her hips against his hand, craving sweet release.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he growled, giving her a look of savage lust as he withdrew his fingers from her wet clasp. “I have to be inside you the first time you come.”
With that, he swept her up from the table and carried her to the bed. He lowered her to the mattress, then stepped back to yank down his pajama pants.
She gasped, her eyes widening at the sight of his long, thick cock rearing from a trim patch of black pubic hair. Her mouth watered as she watched a bead of precum emerge from the narrow slit.
Remy lowered himself onto her, both of them shuddering as their naked flesh met. He shoved his fingers into her hair, slamming his mouth over hers as she wrapped her legs around his broad back. They rolled across the bed kissing hungrily, tongues twining, hands stroking and exploring until Remy pinned Zandra beneath his heavy body and gazed down at her.
“Zandra,” he whispered softly. “Zandra.”
The way he said her name made her shiver. His voice was awed and husky, achingly reverent, as if she were the embodiment of a dream he’d never expected to come true.
Shaken, she stared into his eyes. “Remy?”
“What, baby?”
“Fuck me. Please.”
He groaned. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”
Before she could comprehend his meaning, he wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her tight against him, driving his cock inside her with one long, brutally erotic stroke.
Arching her back, Zandra almost wailed at the intensity of the pleasure that ripped through her.
Remy shuddered deeply, his eyes slamming shut as he threw back his head, the tendons straining in his neck and shoulders.
Zandra stared up at his face, his features contorted in ecstasy. She’d never seen anything so profoundly beautiful. So stunningly powerful.
“Ahh,” he groaned, as if he were in acute agony. “You feel so... I can’t... Oh, God...”
Zandra understood. This joining was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. The way he felt inside her, his cock filling her, stretching her unbearably... Words couldn’t begin to describe it.
After several moments, Remy opened his eyes and lowered his head. They stared at each other as he slowly began thrusting into her. He was so big, so thick, that she could feel every inch, every vein, every ridge of his shaft sliding into her. Tears welled in her eyes, white-hot pleasure scorching her insides.
She moaned as his strokes came harder and faster, her fingernails scoring his back and the flexing muscles of his ass. He whispered erotic endearments as he drove into her, reaching a part of her no man had ever touched. Desperately she arched against him, hearing their flesh slap at each furious joining.
And then suddenly her whole body was shaking. She screamed as she came, racked by spasms so staggeringly intense she thought she must be dying.
Moments later Remy went rigid against her, then exploded with a shout that was raw and hedonistically primal. He jerked out of her and fisted his hand around his cock, white spurts of cum shooting out of him and splashing onto her stomach.
Purring with breathless satisfaction, Zandra reached down and smeared his hot semen into her sweat-slicked skin. Then, as he watched her through hooded eyes, she slid her sticky fingers into her mouth and sucked them dry, savoring his clean, salty taste.
Remy gave a husky groan, then slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her. It was a soft kiss, slow and tender, infused with an emotion she couldn’t define.