“Nice,” I praised. “Very nice, baby. Breathe and let me do what I want to this tight little body.”
My pelvis smacked against her, and I taunted my girl with each thrust. “Does that feel good? Can you feel me deep inside you?”
“Yes. Grant! God, yes!”
“Are you going to come for me again, Rio?”
“I don’t…I don’t…”
“Is that a yes?” I goaded with a wide grin. As she fumbled for an answer, I released her from my grasp. Just as quickly, I flipped her over to her stomach. She let out a sound, a delicious mix of a whimper and a moan, as I snaked an arm under her, hoisting her ass up to meet my downward thrust. As we rejoined, I meshed my groan with her loud cry. Her pussy was so slick, I slid all the way into her heavenly body in one aggressive motion.
“Fuck! Grant!”
“So good, baby. Christ, you’re always so wet for me.”
“Mmmm.”
She was back to the half moan, and it had never sounded better with the blood that hammered my ears. But it didn’t match the stuff filling my dick as she propped herself up on her forearms and looked back over her shoulder to watch me fuck her. Goddamn. Of all the ways I’d envisioned dying, keeling over from an arousal overdose didn’t crack the top hundred. But this threat was gloriously real, and I didn’t give a single flying fuck—especially as I drank in the glory of Rio pushing back into every one of my forceful strokes. Oh, hell yes—I was so close—and it was so perfect.
Until her whiskey-colored eyes fluttered closed. Oh, hell no!
“Look at me, Blaze. It’s now or never, girl. I can’t hold back. Come with me, baby.” I encouraged her with words and then spanked her ass over and over until the sounds of our slapping flesh and her cries of passion mingled together in a chorus so sweet, I wanted to record the whole thing and save it for my phone’s ringtone.
I groaned low in my throat while semen spurted from my cock. I continued to jerk and throb inside her channel even as she expelled an exhausted sigh and surrendered her whole weight into my hands. Supporting her petite frame wasn’t an issue. Refraining from using the moment as a great teaching lesson? Not so easy. Because if she would let me help with other things just as easily…like her heartaches and struggles and pain…
But we’d already been there. A hundred times now. She’d have to connect the dots to the conclusion on her own—if it were to happen at all.
After I was sure I had emptied every last drop I had into her, I eased her down onto the bed and rolled off to her side. She nestled into my open arms, and I pulled the covers over us, and we were lost to sleep.
By the time I woke the next morning, the space beside me was empty. I strained to hear the shower running, but no luck there either. Disappointment set in, and I wanted to kick myself for thinking I’d finally made progress with the woman.
I ran my hands over the whisker growth on my cheeks and across my jaw. I was an idiot to think that a pretty moon, a sky full of stars, and a couple of orgasms—even if they were epic—would actually make headway in deciphering this woman’s code.
Rio wasn’t like any of the other women I’d taken to bed before. Not even close. I was so far out of my league with her. Strange and heavy feelings were sitting right in the center of my chest, making it difficult to breathe.
Shit. Maybe I was just coming down with something. That wasn’t a great theory either. Not now, when the best part of our trip was still ahead of us. The Aloha State. I’d made reservations at all the best restaurants in Honolulu and even planned a spa day for Rio at the island’s most renowned resort. We would be staying at the luxury complex for one of the nights while the crew cleaned and replenished the yacht before we made our journey back to California.
Today, I thought I’d check out a few more activity ideas—after getting Rio’s input, of course. The thought made me laugh out loud. It was like I’d been abducted by aliens in my sleep. Checking out activities? And I wasn’t using the word combination as a witty, covert euphemism for fucking in front of a G-rated audience. No wonder I was feeling so confused. All this shit was really starting to sound like a relationship, and God fucking knew I had no experience in that department. The closest I’d come to having a relationship with a woman was knowing how she took her morning coffee while I called a car to drive her off my property in the quickest, tidiest manner.
But that was just it. I wanted to do more than navigate a morning after with this amazing, confusing, creative creature. I wanted to linger in bed and drink our coffee from the same cup. I wanted to feel her hair tickle my chin while she snuggled in my arms and we checked our morning emails. I wanted to roll her onto her back and sink into her for a lazy morning fuck session and then take a long hot shower together before we set off to work. Then meet back at home after a long day at the office to do it all over again.
I didn’t know what it was about Rio Gibson that had me thinking in a way that was one hundred eighty degrees from the way I usually did. But, well, here I was. Doing just that.
A conviction that, in the next moment, got soldered to my brain—in the form of the woman’s own silky voice, drifting through the cabin door.
“Come on, big boy.” Her sigh, while exasperated, was an ideal addition to the sweet feathers of her tone. “Don’t be like that.” Another perfect sigh and then a curiously long pause. “You’re much braver than this, Robert. I know you are.”
Aaahhh, that explained where she’d gotten off to so early this morning. Although, when I looked at the clock on the nightstand, it wasn’t really that early. Last I’d checked, we’d finally stopped fucking around two. The fact that it was now nine wasn’t really that out of line.
My stomach growled its embarrassingly loud opinion on the matter, and I thought as soon as my morning erection subsided, I’d be able to get out of bed and focus fully on food.
“Robert! Silly cat! No, come this way, crazy boy.”
Well, there was a nice, full incentive—and a perfect piece of inspiration. With Rio’s lush voice trickling in through the walls, I rolled out of bed, padded to the bathroom, and cranked the shower all the way to “H.”
As soon as I stepped under the water spray, I gave in to the sweet sorcery of her muffled voice—and mixed it with the magic of my memories from last night.
Instantly, my morning wood was fueled into full arousal. It got even better with a generous amount of body wash, as I roughly worked my cock with one hand and my balls with the other.
“Fuck yes,” I croaked, thumping my head back against the shower enclosure. Steam billowed around the cramped space and quickly created a sultry atmosphere in the poorly ventilated bathroom.
I fantasized that my hands were Rio’s, and instead of the tentative, feminine grasp she normally used, she handled my dick in the rough, aggressive manner I preferred. It was fucking amazing.
That’s right, girl. You know just what I need.
I pictured her staring back at me with her expressive eyes. Sometimes completely wild, sometimes curious and cautious.
Of course, you can suck me, baby. It’s all for you, but only if you take it all without gagging, sweetheart.
Christ, the look I’d get after a comment like that. But that was exactly the point, since her array of expressions had the same wicked effect as her actual mouth around my erection. But I’d want more…so I’d taunt her more.