“I want to watch you come. I want to see you grip yourself and get yourself off.”
One side of his luscious mouth inched up. “Are you sure you don’t want to help?”
“No,” I answered, meeting his hungry look with a matching one of my own. “You.”
“What about you? What will you be doing while I beat off for you, Rio?”
I shrugged. The details of my brazen plan weren’t that thought out. I just knew I wanted to push him to his limit. But wanting to seem like more of a vixen than that, I said, “I’m not sure. Maybe I’ll use my mouth just before you come. I haven’t decided yet.”
He tugged his shorts and boxers down before helping me shimmy the bed’s comforter down to the floor.
“Where do you want me? Beside you? Over you? Tell me.” He fisted his shaft aggressively and began stroking. “Wet my hand.” He held his palm out to me, leaving the how for me to decide. God, I could barely unscramble my thoughts enough to take action.
“Rio,” he said in the darker timbre his voice naturally shifted to in the bedroom. “Help me.” He thrust his upturned palm closer, so I leaned in and licked his upturned hand from the tip of his middle finger to the fleshy part of his palm. I kept my eyes pinned to his while I hovered over the center and let as much saliva that I could quickly pool together slowly dribble from my mouth to his receiving hand.
“Fucking hell, woman,” he groaned and then inspected my deposit. He added more of his own spit to the small amount on his palm and coated it over his cock. The tight skin was slick and shiny from our combined efforts, and he began roughly stroking. The muscles in his forearm bunched and flexed as he moved from the base to the full crown.
The image would be burned in my memory for all time. A visual treasure I would likely use to pleasure myself from here on.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, momentarily concerned I would have an orgasm of my own from just watching the erotic show in front of me. Impulsively, I pulled my shirt up and over my head and then reached for the clasp of my bra at the center of my spine. He had purchased some beautiful lingerie for me to wear, and I currently wore a matching set in bloodred lace and satin.
“No,” Grant growled. “Leave it on.” His greedy gaze swept my body from top to bottom several times before he added, “I love that color against your pale skin. Fuck…yes!”
The last of it groaned by my sexy lover as I scratched my fingernails up and down his thigh. To ensure I didn’t miss one moment of his pleasure, I lay on my side and propped my head up on a bent elbow. “Jesus, Grant. You are so hot right now.”
“Are you wet? Does it turn you on to see how hard I am because of you?”
“Shit, yes, I am. Soaked, actually.” I still had my jeans on, so I opened the single button and zipper and spread the material as far as it would part.
“No, all of it,” he demanded. “Show me your cunt,” he issued with erotic urgency.
“No.” With a shake of my head, I purred, “Not until you come. Are you close? Would you rather have my mouth sucking you off while you finish or my pussy clenching around you?” I stroked my tight nipples through the red lace and sighed at the contact. Where the hell was this sex kitten bravery coming from? But did I really want to analyze that answer right now? “Oh God, yes, so good,” I continued, just enjoying the genesis of this new, naughty creature inside me. “You’re going to come so hard, aren’t you?”
“Christ,” Grant choked. “I’m going to come. Where? Where do you want it, Blaze? Tell me!”
“Here.” I swirled my finger in a circle on my stomach, drawing in slowly toward my navel. “Let me feel it all, Grant. Please. I need to,” I panted. “I need to feel you.” I arched my back off the bed as if in the throes of an epic orgasm myself. Hopefully, the pose created alluring curves to my otherwise stick-straight body. The crimson panties peeked out from my untethered jeans. Three crisscross strips hugged my hips, making me feel beautiful and sexy at the same time.
Grant’s deep, throaty groan was the only warning before he spurted warm, milky semen across my stomach and rib cage. “Jesus. Christ. Fuck. Fuck.” The perfect man continued to kneel over me as he lazily stroked himself a few more times. His entire body shuddered with the sensations of completion before he let his head hang with a deep, satisfied inhalation.
I gave in to the intense impulse to run my fingers through his fluid that decorated my skin. With the index finger extended, I slowly moved my hand down my body while taking advantage of the chance to track Grant’s hooded stare as he followed my every move.
“Now you,” he said then, his blue eyes sparking with unquenched lust.
“You don’t have to do anything. That was amazing to watch.”
“No, I need to, girl. I need to taste you on my tongue,” he said, standing from the bed.
“Where are you going? Just lie with me awhile.” But I spoke to empty air then, when he disappeared into the bathroom and then quickly returned with the hand towel that normally hung beside the sink.
“Let’s clean this off.” He wiped his semen from my stomach and tossed the towel behind him. His gaze never left my body. His erection was already heavy and full, as though he hadn’t been remotely satiated by masturbating.
“These need to go,” he grunted and pulled my jeans from the hem. “Lift up a second,” he instructed, tugging with powerful efficiency and then adding my pants to the other discarded items on the floor. “Fucking hell, baby. These panties.” He swept his gaze from the satin-and-lace fabric up to mine. “You good with this? I don’t want anything you don’t want.”
“I’m good,” I whispered.
And just like that, my resolve to keep him at arm’s length faded away like the last notes of a melancholy song. The words physical need beat on my conscience’s drum instead. These were just physical needs being satisfied between two people. Nothing more.
Nothing more.
Warm breath brought my focus from my guilt-laden thoughts to the sex god poised between my thighs. Those damn blue eyes watched every thought, every emotion, every desire that broadcast across my face while I waited for him to make contact. I scooted back so my torso was propped up by the generous pillow pile on the bed. Watching him work his tongue magic was as erotic as feeling it.
“Comfy now?” He grinned mischievously and then winked.
For Christ’s sake, this guy. The panties we were both in love with were going to melt right off my body if he kept up the devilish, playful bit. I loved this side of him, and if possible, it added to his allure.
“Yes, thank you.” I smiled too. To spur him into action, I added, “I like seeing your mouth on me. When all I see is the top of your head, because you’re so into your task, your entire face is buried.” When I finished painting that picture, I rolled my eyes and dropped my head back into the pillows.
“You’re killing me, baby. These were a great choice, huh?” He brushed his knuckles against my swollen clit through the fabric, and I moaned. “Fuck, Rio, look how ramped up you are. Your clit is so needy that I can see the shape of it through your panties.”
His words and his touch were going to send me over the edge. I sucked in air through my nose and let my eyes drift closed.