Page 53 of Grant’s Flame

“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.

Instead, I focused on anchoring my writhing woman to the sofa with one forearm banded across her abdomen, as I continued the taunting circuit repeatedly. Every time, Rio dug her short fingernails into my flesh while I spun her out of control with desire. Slick, hot plentitudes of it.

“Christ, can you hear how wet you are?” I asked in a low growl. “After you come for me, I’m going to make a feast out of all of this sweet juice, baby. I mean, just look at the mess you’re making.”

I leaned over her, holding my shiny, sticky fingers between our faces.

“You see that? It’s all from you, Rio. Taste yourself, baby.” I put my flat palm closer to her mouth then and instructed, “Lick.”

I was entranced by the sight of her cleaning my finger with her talented pink tongue. She made erotic swipes up and down each side until I closed the space between our faces and joined her. With my own tongue, I washed my finger too, meeting Rio’s tongue to twirl and stroke my digit between us. Our licking and sucking grew to fevered intensity, and I had to either taste her pussy directly from the source or fuck her. Either one, but I would embarrass myself and come in my shorts if I didn’t make a move.

“Good girl,” I crooned. “But now, let me back in this cunt, woman.” I moved back down her body, and my hands went right to the treasure between her legs. I toyed with her like that for a while, entranced with the gorgeous textures of her swollen clit and labia, before I gave in to temptation once again—and leaned in to take them with a tender kiss.

“Oh, God!” Rio blurted. “Grant…ohhhh!”

“Good, baby?” I queried, halfway serious. “Yeah?”

“I don’t know,” she gasped, thrashing her head against the cushions. For an extended second, feeling like the world’s luckiest voyeur, I simply watched her. I envisioned what we must look like from the stars, with her spread for me like a carnal feast. The only thing better about the vision would be me fucking her like the animal I now felt like. “I…I don’t know!” she repeated, voice rising with her exigency.

“Quiet,” I reminded quickly.

Her next words were instantly softer. “It’s so sensitive. It’s…it’s so…It feels…I feel like I’m going to come in one minute.”