“Little Mouse, don’t make me come after you. One, two … I get to five, I’m turning. I’d better hear some splashing soon.”
“I’m coming, keep your pants on!”
“Too late.”
I know my eyes are about to bug out of my head when he stands up and I can see the tops of his butt cheeks. “Lord help me,” I whisper as I know trying to resist him is futile. Days of unspent desire and want have simply been leading to this. Naked as theday I was born, I step into the cool water, which feels so pleasant on my hot skin, only for him to turn the second he hears me, and I am barely knee deep.
Grant looks at me with a burning focus, tracking every inch of my skin with his unsettling, dark eyes. I fight the urge to cover myself, as instead I walk quickly in until all that’s showing is my head as I stand on my tiptoes. The water is calm and refreshing, even if I can still feel the fire of his eyes upon my skin.
Before I can say a word, he ducks under the water only to pop up inches away, and I swear I can feel the water warm up around me due to his heat, or maybe I’m just overly flushed. I take a step back, only for him to follow, his large, bare chest pushing against my breasts. Just a few steps later, I glance down, seeing Grant in all his glory for the world to see. When he starts lowering himself onto his knees, I panic.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
His large hands grasp my thighs, and he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, opening my most private spot to him. “Hold on to me,” he growls out, “I have wanted this, been haunted by it for days now.” His breath is hot against my most intimate place.
“I don’t understand what’re you …”
My words cut off on a strangled cry as his mouth closes over me. The sensation is so foreign, so unexpected that I nearly fall into the water and would have, if not for Grant’s strength holding me in place. No one has ever done this to me before … put their mouth on me in such a forbidden place, tasting me like I’m his favorite meal. His tongue flicks against that sensitive bundle of nerves, and my hands clutch onto his shoulders as I feel mylegs start to shake. All these feelings and emotions are foreign, terrifying, and wonderful all at the same time.
“Grant,” I call out his name, not sure if I’m begging him to stop or continue.
He growls against me, the vibration adding another layer to the overwhelming sensation as his hand grips my hips even tighter. He holds me in place as his tongue explores every fold and crease of me like a man on a mission.
“Little Mouse, if the good Lord takes me at this very moment, I can say I have truly lived now that I’ve tasted you. So much better than I ever imagined, nectar straight from those wood sprites of yours.”
His words, murmured against me, send another shock of pleasure through my system. I am trembling so hard now my legs are making little ripples in the water. Every stroke of his tongue, the very heat of his mouth builds something inside of me, a tension coiling tighter and tighter until I know I’m going to shatter into a million pieces.
He works my body with a single-minded determination. His tongue tracing maddening patterns against my sensitive folds, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention, turning me into a quivering, moaning mess. One of his hands starts to explore, sliding from my hip down my thigh, then back up along the curve of my inner thigh. I can feel his fingers teasing my entrance, teasing me with more just when I’m ready to beg.
His fingers slide inside me at the exact moment his tongue flicks rapidly against me, and between the dual pleasure, my legs buckle, plunging both of us into the water. Somehow, Grantmoves us up on the sandy bank, his mouth and hands still on and in me, as my body’s senses go into overdrive.
He adds a second finger, stretching me deliciously while his mouth continues its relentless assault. The tension inside my body coils impossibly higher. When he curls his fingers inside me, he finds a spot I had no idea existed, and everything shatters. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, stealing my breath as my body quivers around his fingers.
I’m barely aware of the sounds I’m making as birds scatter, and the forest goes quiet as he works me through the pleasure that’s instilled in my very soul. Grant doesn’t stop until I am a shaking, oversensitive mess pushing at his head.
He raises his head, a massive grin on his glistening face where the evidence of what he was doing to me coats the lower part of his chin. He doesn’t wipe it away. Instead, he licks his lips, like he is savoring my very essence.
“I can’t wait to do that again and again,” he whispers, and I swear I feel that promise sink in my bones, as I lie there trembling, naked, covered in sand. Grant slides his hands up under me, lifting me effortlessly, walking us both back into the water. Its coolness is a shock to my system. I rest in his arms, boneless while he washes the sand off both of us.
He turns us toward the blanket he has spread out on the ground. His eyes never leave mine as he lowers me down gently. “What now?” I whisper.
“Now, I make you fall apart around me. I make youmine!”
His eyes are so possessive that it sends a wave of heat through me. I look up at his robust, manly build, but when I see what is between his legs, I swallow hard, with a mixture of desire, fear,and intimidation. His long shaft is proportional to his massive size, thick and long, and already glistening with evidence of his arousal. A smirk plays across his lips as he catches me staring.
“See something that catches your attention, Little Mouse?”
“You really are beautiful.”
“The real beauty is spread out in front of me like an offering from those wood sprites she regularly refers to. I am jealous of the world and every eye that looks upon you, as I want to keep you all to myself.”
He crawls over me, caging me between his massive arms. “Look at you,” he whispers as he slides a finger down my throat, tracing a path down from between my breasts and over my stomach. “So damn perfect.” His large hands span the entire width of my ribcage, a stark reminder of just how dangerous he could be if he chose.
Grant doesn’t warn me as one moment I feel the head of the beast between his legs, and the next I’m crying out as he pushes inside me with one powerful thrust. The sensation is overwhelming, the fullness and pressure so intense that the pleasure is borderline agony. He gives me a moment to adjust to the stretch from his instant intrusion. When I try to move, he lowers more of his weight on me, “Don’t move, Little Mouse. I want you to feel every inch of me as I claim you inside and out.”
“Please.”
He withdraws slowly; the very drag of him against my inner walls making me tremble even worse, but when he pushes back in slowly, I feel tears form in my eyes. I expected him to be rough and all this time, I’ve dreaded this moment, thinking of the discomfort and pain it used to mean, only to now feel special… almost worshiped. Still, I can see he’s only focusing on me, not his pleasure, only mine. “Grant, make me yours.”
