Her lips clung to his as he slowly lifted his head and stared into her eyes.
“That was lovemaking,” he murmured, his midnight-velvet voice sending shivers through her. “Now...we fuck.”
Remy meant what he’d said.
After two long years of torturing himself with erotic fantasies about Zandra, he’d finally, finally, made love to her. It had far surpassed anything he could have ever imagined.
And he was just getting started.
Kissing his way down to the curving mounds of her breasts, he latched onto a dewy nipple that hardened against his tongue. As he pressed the nipple to the roof of his mouth and sucked, Zandra whimpered with pleasure.
“Are you still on the Pill?” he murmured, all after the fact.
Her breath caught. “H-how did you know I was?”
“Sweetheart, I know almost everything about you.” He licked his way to her other breast. “So yes or no?”
“Yes.” Her voice was shaky. “I’m...I’m still on the Pill.”
“Good. I wanna come inside you from now on.”
She gasped as he rolled her over and pulled her onto all fours. Grabbing her hips, he rubbed his throbbing erection against the smooth, shapely swell of her ass. Zandra shivered, looking over her shoulder to watch as he nudged his dick between the swollen folds of her slit.
As he thrust into her, she arched backward with a high-pitched cry. All the breath left his body in a harsh groan as her * clamped around him like a vise. She was so hot, so tight and honey-wet, sheathing his cock with a perfection unmatched by any other woman he’d ever been with.
Tightening his grip on her waist, he began a hard, pounding rhythm that rocked the entire bed. Zandra gasped and moaned, her hands clenching in the rumpled covers beneath her. Reaching under her body, Remy cupped her swaying breasts and rubbed her taut nipples, making her moan louder and longer.
Perspiration sheened their skin as he hammered into her, his pelvis slapping her ass until the sound drowned out the roar of the pounding surf below. This wasn’t sweet or gentle lovemaking. This was raw sex. Pure fucking.
As he jacked her hips into the air, she nimbly wrapped her long legs around his back, giving him an even deeper angle of penetration. Growling with savage satisfaction, he pummeled her harder and faster, ramming his swollen balls against her * as sweat dripped from his forehead and spattered her back.
“Remy...” Zandra keened with ecstasy. “Oh, fuck...fuckkk!”
He felt her inner muscles contracting. Then she wailed, long and hard, as her juices spilled around his thrusting flesh.
Throwing back his head, Remy exploded in a searing burst of pleasure that tore through his balls and shot out of his cock. He shuddered and groaned Zandra’s name as he ejaculated, hot and violently, into her pulsing womb.
Closing his eyes, he limply dropped his head forward.
When he could move again, he gently lowered Zandra’s legs to the bed, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down with him. They were both panting, her slick breasts heaving against his chest as he held her close.
For several minutes neither spoke, lulled by the sounds of the ocean and the warm breeze wafting through the open balcony doors.
Remy had never felt more relaxed and content in his life. He hoped Zandra felt the same, hoped she didn’t already regret what they’d done.
When the silence stretched between them, he stroked a hand over her tousled hair and murmured, “What’re you thinking about?”
She sighed languorously. “I don’t think I’ll have the energy for ziplining and sailing and horseback riding tomorrow.”
Remy chuckled, relieved. “We could always just stay here.”
“And skip out on your family a second day?”
“I’m sure they won’t mind.” He knew they wouldn’t mind.
Zandra chuckled dryly. “Um, no, that’s okay.”
“You sure?” His lips nuzzled her damp temple. “We could have plenty of fun on our own.”
“That’s what I’m worried about,” she muttered under her breath.
Remy grinned.