Page 52 of Grant’s Flame

“Now here’s what I call big.”

I managed half a laugh before losing my voice—and probably half my mind—to a surge of hot stimulation. Scalding pressure pumped up from my balls and spurted across her fingers in anticipatory drops. “Baby, that feels so good. Yes. Squeeze me tighter. Yesss…”

Her small hand felt divine wrapped around me. After a little guidance, she gripped with the perfect amount of pressure, and I swore I saw angels dancing in the stars. But if she kept up with the wondrous torture, I’d be finished before we barely started. I allowed myself to enjoy the pleasure for another minute before surging abruptly to my feet and then glaring down at my little woman. And yes, it was definitely a glare. Capitulating to a tender regard meant I’d likely come right here in my trunks. Not acceptable. Not right now. I needed this authority. And she sure as fuck needed to give it to me.

“You still with me?” I demanded, absorbing the new shine of her perusing, adoring gaze. Thankfully, her reply was fast and eager.

“Oh yes. Very much so.”

“Good,” I stated. “Undress.”

She looked up with a lust-drunk stare, but that was it. She made no motion toward doing my bidding. Even the wind, picking up the ends of my hair, did nothing to move hers.

“Rio,” I warned. “If I count you down, you’ll be sorry, girl.”

Her playful pout disintegrated. “Grant!” she cried. “No, damn it! I’m doing it, I’m doing it. Fuck, I hate that stupid threat. I wish you’d never started that.”

“Yes, but look at how effective it is, my stubborn little mule.”

I chuckled, pinching her nipples the second she removed her bikini top. Damn, it felt good to pull that one out of my arsenal again. We were fooling around a few days prior, in a situation much like this, and she’d decided to put on her favorite feisty face. Since she was channeling her inner toddler, I happily pulled out my inner disciplinarian, complete with the countdown. I’d been secretly delighted when she actually chose to test me about the follow-through. She’d learned about orgasm edging the hard way that day—though I strongly hoped, for both our sakes, that wouldn’t be the case tonight.

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?”