skin had penetrated the fabric to set off a tingling ache between her legs.
Drawing a shaky breath, she carefully tugged down her dress and squeezed her thighs together. Then she stared at Remy’s face, marveling at how sleep softened his hard, masculine features and made him boyishly beautiful.
As if sensing her gaze, he suddenly stirred. She watched as his black lashes fluttered and swept upward to reveal hazy dark eyes. He stared at Zandra for a moment, then smiled a lazy smile.
“Hey, pretty girl.” His sleep-roughened voice made her shiver.
“Hey.” She smiled almost shyly. “Guess we both needed a power nap.”
“Mmm. Guess so.” He stretched his back, thick muscles taxing the seams of his fine broadcloth shirt.
Zandra swallowed hard and looked around the lamplit living room. “I wonder what time it is.”
Remy glanced down at the black TAG Heuer watch adorning his thick wrist. “Almost nine.”
“Goodness,” she murmured. “We should eat dinner before it gets any later.”
“Probably,” he agreed.
But neither moved.
As they stared at each other, Remy took Zandra’s chin between his thumb and forefinger and lowered his head. She felt his breath across her face, and then he kissed her. His lips were incredibly soft and warm, sliding slowly and sensually over hers. She shivered, keeping her eyes open so that she could see herself in his as they kissed.
As his hot tongue flicked out to tease the seam of her lips, her nipples tightened. She opened her mouth, and his tongue stole inside to stroke hers. She moaned with pleasure, need pulsing between her thighs.
She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him closer. He groaned softly against her mouth, his thick shaft hardening beneath her bottom. Even through their clothes, the heat of his body was enough to scorch her.
Cradling her head between his hands, he deepened the kiss, his lips devouring hers with a searing intensity that left her breathless and intoxicated. The man could kiss like no other.
Closing her eyes, she managed to whisper, “Are you ready to eat?”
“Yeah.” He sucked her tongue. “But not food.”
Her breath escaped her in a shaky rush as he lifted her from his lap and set her down on her feet. Holding her gaze, he reached beneath her dress, making her shiver as his callused palms caressed her thighs and buttocks. Gripping her silk panties, he dragged them down her legs. When she stepped out of them, he stood and picked her up, carrying her to one of the upholstered chairs.
She stared up at him as he set her down and spread her legs, hooking them over the curved arms of the chair so that her sex was completely bared to him.
She trembled hard, feeling vulnerable and deliciously aroused. “Remy...”
He swore gutturally, his eyes nearly black as he stared at the pink, glistening tulip of her cunt. “You have such a pretty pussy, Zandra. So damn pretty.”
She blushed as he sank to a crouch between her legs and licked her, one swipe that sent shards of pleasure stabbing through her.
She groaned, arching into his mouth as he growled hoarsely, “And you taste so fucking good.”
His tongue flayed the sensitive nub of her clit with slow, hot licks that felt so incredible, tears stung the backs of her eyes. No guy had ever eaten her out the way Remy did, stroking her clit and sucking the swollen flesh of her labia with just the right amount of pressure.
She moaned with pleasure, her fingers gripping the arms of the chair, her hips rocking against his mouth. The man could teach a master class on the art of cunnilingus, and she’d gladly volunteer to be his test subject every time.
“Remy,” she sobbed as he lapped at her cream, his tongue chasing the moisture down to her anus. When he licked the small hole, her hips bucked off the chair.
He caught and gripped her thighs, holding them apart as he stabbed his tongue into her pussy, bringing her to a hard, shuddering climax that made her scream.
Her body was
Drawing a shaky breath, she carefully tugged down her dress and squeezed her thighs together. Then she stared at Remy’s face, marveling at how sleep softened his hard, masculine features and made him boyishly beautiful.
As if sensing her gaze, he suddenly stirred. She watched as his black lashes fluttered and swept upward to reveal hazy dark eyes. He stared at Zandra for a moment, then smiled a lazy smile.
“Hey, pretty girl.” His sleep-roughened voice made her shiver.
“Hey.” She smiled almost shyly. “Guess we both needed a power nap.”
“Mmm. Guess so.” He stretched his back, thick muscles taxing the seams of his fine broadcloth shirt.
Zandra swallowed hard and looked around the lamplit living room. “I wonder what time it is.”
Remy glanced down at the black TAG Heuer watch adorning his thick wrist. “Almost nine.”
“Goodness,” she murmured. “We should eat dinner before it gets any later.”
“Probably,” he agreed.
But neither moved.
As they stared at each other, Remy took Zandra’s chin between his thumb and forefinger and lowered his head. She felt his breath across her face, and then he kissed her. His lips were incredibly soft and warm, sliding slowly and sensually over hers. She shivered, keeping her eyes open so that she could see herself in his as they kissed.
As his hot tongue flicked out to tease the seam of her lips, her nipples tightened. She opened her mouth, and his tongue stole inside to stroke hers. She moaned with pleasure, need pulsing between her thighs.
She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him closer. He groaned softly against her mouth, his thick shaft hardening beneath her bottom. Even through their clothes, the heat of his body was enough to scorch her.
Cradling her head between his hands, he deepened the kiss, his lips devouring hers with a searing intensity that left her breathless and intoxicated. The man could kiss like no other.
Closing her eyes, she managed to whisper, “Are you ready to eat?”
“Yeah.” He sucked her tongue. “But not food.”
Her breath escaped her in a shaky rush as he lifted her from his lap and set her down on her feet. Holding her gaze, he reached beneath her dress, making her shiver as his callused palms caressed her thighs and buttocks. Gripping her silk panties, he dragged them down her legs. When she stepped out of them, he stood and picked her up, carrying her to one of the upholstered chairs.
She stared up at him as he set her down and spread her legs, hooking them over the curved arms of the chair so that her sex was completely bared to him.
She trembled hard, feeling vulnerable and deliciously aroused. “Remy...”
He swore gutturally, his eyes nearly black as he stared at the pink, glistening tulip of her cunt. “You have such a pretty pussy, Zandra. So damn pretty.”
She blushed as he sank to a crouch between her legs and licked her, one swipe that sent shards of pleasure stabbing through her.
She groaned, arching into his mouth as he growled hoarsely, “And you taste so fucking good.”
His tongue flayed the sensitive nub of her clit with slow, hot licks that felt so incredible, tears stung the backs of her eyes. No guy had ever eaten her out the way Remy did, stroking her clit and sucking the swollen flesh of her labia with just the right amount of pressure.
She moaned with pleasure, her fingers gripping the arms of the chair, her hips rocking against his mouth. The man could teach a master class on the art of cunnilingus, and she’d gladly volunteer to be his test subject every time.
“Remy,” she sobbed as he lapped at her cream, his tongue chasing the moisture down to her anus. When he licked the small hole, her hips bucked off the chair.
He caught and gripped her thighs, holding them apart as he stabbed his tongue into her pussy, bringing her to a hard, shuddering climax that made her scream.
Her body was
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