While she reached down to push down her bathing suit bottoms too, I kept my attention on her stunning, pert breasts. Good fuck, they were works of art. As my lust swelled, my touch grew rougher. I skimmed my palms over her again and again, savoring how the pretty tips stood to firm points for me. I kept up the treatment, pulling and plucking as her breathing doubled and her skin got dewy. I loved watching her like this. Needing me as much as I craved her. Knowing we were both going to get exactly what we wanted. Soon…so very soon…
“Now come here.” I held my hand out, and she trustingly placed her palm in mine. I brought her fingers to my lips and kissed each one in turn, starting with her thumb. When I got to her pinky, I made my way back, this time sucking thoroughly on each one. Throughout each moment, I held her aroused stare captive with mine.
Just when her gaze reached its hottest, heaviest zenith, I surprised her by tugging hard so her body lurched toward me. In nearly the same motion, I quickly wrapped my arm around her waist, swept her off her feet, and laid her beneath me on the sofa.
“Jesus, Grant! Holy shit.” She burst into laughter that was brighter than any star above us. My own smile nearly split my face in two. Filthy inspiration struck, and my smile turned wicked.
“Put this foot on the deck,” I told her, tapping the leg closest to me. “And put this one up over the back of the sofa.”
I watched her comply from my taller vantage point. I leaned back to get an even better view of her widely spread pussy and nearly came from just looking at the perfect, erotic sight.
“Holy mother of God,” I muttered, my voice like torched shrubbery. I cleared my throat—well, tried to—and boosted my volume so my fire starter could hear me too. “You’re so damn sexy, my perfect Blaze. I wish you could see how hot you look right now.”
“Hmm.” She writhed and smiled, nearly gouging my heart from my chest with her irresistible allure. “Guess I’ll have to take your word for it.”
“My God. I think I’ve fucking died and gone to heaven.”
The urge to feel her skin—to experience the silky, creamy perfection beneath my fingertips—was as strong as a siren’s song to wayward sailors. But I wanted to build her anticipation for her just a little longer, so I got busy with my own flesh instead. While I praised her perfection with grunts and groans worthy of the watery abyss over which we glided, I reached into my trunks and grabbed my cock. I didn’t go easy on myself. I jerked myself fiercely, punishing my flesh from balls to crown, using the new spurts of my precome as lubricant.
“When I get my fingers in you, baby, and then my cock? You’re going to feel me in your throat.”
Rio gulped hard. “Promise?”
“Hell yeah, I promise. You know why? Because you’ve been such a good girl for me tonight. You’re spread open so wide, I’m going to be able to get in this pussy so deep.”
Rio whimpered in time to the tremble of her thighs, the aroused hitches of her breaths. “Grant, please.”
“What, my love?”
“Stop teasing. Please. Make me feel good.”
Slowly, I leaned over, pressing my lips close to her ear. “Now, listen to me, sweet Rio.” I nibbled her earlobe, and she moaned with more force. “Everyone on this boat is sleeping right now, and I’m about to do things to this perfect body that will make you want to scream louder than you thought possible.” As I growled the rest of my intentions into her ear, her breathing rate increased and became erratic.
“Grant!”
I broadened my smile before answering serenely, “Yes, dear?”
“Please! Just…just… I’ll be quiet, okay?”
“All right, then. But Blaze…”
“What?” she snapped.
“If I hear so much as a peep from you, I’ll have to stop.”
She nodded with frenetic speed. “Not a peep,” she rasped. “Just please, don’t stop. Okay? I’ll be so good. Gr—”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I kissed her passionately, celebrating the hot slide of our tongues against each other, before my mind made its inexorable shift to other wet recesses of her delicious body. Couldn’t hold back my need for that either. With a sound of animalistic greed, I reached down and slid my middle finger between the swollen cushions at her apex. Beyond them was the nirvana of her tight, sweet channel.
I drove in with fervent purpose. Then again. And again. Farther each time. Rejoicing in every primal, virulent thrust—then stopped. I kept my finger deep within her body but didn’t provide friction, just fullness. However, I emulated the rhythm with the force of my lips on hers, pumping her mouth with my tongue instead. I didn’t let up with the carnal kissing until I was certain my whole hand was coated in her slickness, and when she moaned, I swallowed the mesmerizing sound down my throat.
“Quiet, baby. Remember?” I broke away from her mouth to move down her neck, kissing and licking the sensitive skin as I went. But within a few minutes, when I pulled back to observe my woman’s state of arousal, her eyebrows were once more drawn together in frustration. This time, the sight had me holding back a chuckle. I liked this version of her scowl much better than before. No, I was actually fascinated by it. For several long moments, I watched the different techniques she employed to get her own satisfaction from my practically stationary finger, all while trying to remain stealthy about it.
But it didn’t take her long to grow tired of the wriggling. “Grant…”
I cut off her plea with another, more aggressive, kiss. It was full and brutal and possessive, a devouring thing with greedy lips and tongue. It was the sort of kiss that reminded her I would take her to the highest heights and then catch her when she plummeted over the edge to incredible ecstasy too.
And while I did that, I gave her what she wanted so badly.
More.
More anything. More everything.
I pulled my finger out but immediately slid two back in. That way, the sensation assaulting her pussy was uniform.
“Mmmm.” I hummed in appreciation of my view. Watching her sex devour my fingers like a hungry mouth was utterly pornographic. “How’s that, Blaze?” I taunted. “Better? Are you full now, sweetheart? Is that what you needed?”
At first, she didn’t respond. Or perhaps couldn’t. Yeah, I liked that idea. “More, Grant,” she whimpered, her chest pumping hard to get it out. “Please. More! Feels…so good…”
I crooked my fingers lightly along the top of her channel while slowly pulling out. Then, just before leaving heaven altogether, I straightened both fingers and thrust back in. It was much like I’d do with my cock. I was damn sure she realized that too, if I was reading her lusty expression correctly. And damn, did I want to ready every syllable of this woman before scrambling her back up like my own sexual Scrabble board. What new words would I create with her crooning consonants, her sighing vowels? What incredible depths had I yet to discover inside her?
I couldn’t wait to find out. To go even deeper, right the fuck now—but my quest to explore her very center was stopped by my knuckles banging against her untried asshole. Untried by me, at least.
And there was a thought best left alone at this moment, unless I planned on blowing my wad from the sheer force of imagination.