I lay on my side and propped my head up on a bent elbow. “Jesus, Grant. You are so hot right now.”
“Are you wet? Does it turn you on to see how hard I am because of you?”
“Shit, yes, I am. Soaked, actually.” I still had my jeans on, so I opened the single button and zipper and spread the material as far as it would part.
“No, all of it,” he demanded. “Show me your cunt,” he issued with erotic urgency.
“No.” With a shake of my head, I purred, “Not until you come. Are you close? Would you rather have my mouth sucking you off while you finish or my pussy clenching around you?” I stroked my tight nipples through the red lace and sighed at the contact. Where the hell was this sex kitten bravery coming from? But did I really want to analyze that answer right now? “Oh God, yes, so good,” I continued, just enjoying the genesis of this new, naughty creature inside me. “You’re going to come so hard, aren’t you?”
“Christ,” Grant choked. “I’m going to come. Where? Where do you want it, Blaze? Tell me!”
“Here.” I swirled my finger in a circle on my stomach, drawing in slowly toward my navel. “Let me feel it all, Grant. Please. I need to,” I panted. “I need to feel you.” I arched my back off the bed as if in the throes of an epic orgasm myself. Hopefully, the pose created alluring curves to my otherwise stick-straight body. The crimson panties peeked out from my untethered jeans. Three crisscross strips hugged my hips, making me feel beautiful and sexy at the same time.
Grant’s deep, throaty groan was the only warning before he spurted warm, milky semen across my stomach and rib cage. “Jesus. Christ. Fuck. Fuck.” The perfect man continued to kneel over me as he lazily stroked himself a few more times. His entire body shuddered with the sensations of completion before he let his head hang with a deep, satisfied inhalation.
I gave in to the intense impulse to run my fingers through his fluid that decorated my skin. With the index finger extended, I slowly moved my hand down my body while taking advantage of the chance to track Grant’s hooded stare as he followed my every move.
“Now you,” he said then, his blue eyes sparking with unquenched lust.
“You don’t have to do anything. That was amazing to watch.”
“No, I need to, girl. I need to taste you on my tongue,” he said, standing from the bed.
“Where are you going? Just lie with me awhile.” But I spoke to empty air then, when he disappeared into the bathroom and then quickly returned with the hand towel that normally hung beside the sink.
“Let’s clean this off.” He wiped his semen from my stomach and tossed the towel behind him. His gaze never left my body. His erection was already heavy and full, as though he hadn’t been remotely satiated by masturbating.
“These need to go,” he grunted and pulled my jeans from the hem. “Lift up a second,” he instructed, tugging with powerful efficiency and then adding my pants to the other discarded items on the floor. “Fucking hell, baby. These panties.” He swept his gaze from the satin-and-lace fabric up to mine. “You good with this? I don’t want anything you don’t want.”
“I’m good,” I whispered.
And just like that, my resolve to keep him at arm’s length faded away like the last notes of a melancholy song. The words physical need beat on my conscience’s drum instead. These were just physical needs being satisfied between two people. Nothing more.
Nothing more.
Warm breath brought my focus from my guilt-laden thoughts to the sex god poised between my thighs. Those damn blue eyes watched every thought, every emotion, every desire that broadcast across my face while I waited for him to make contact. I scooted back so my torso was propped up by the generous pillow pile on the bed. Watching him work his tongue magic was as erotic as feeling it.
“Comfy now?” He grinned mischievously and then winked.
For Christ’s sake, this guy. The panties we were both in love with were going to melt right off my body if he kept up the devilish, playful bit. I loved this side of him, and if possible, it added to his allure.
“Yes, thank you.” I smiled too. To spur him into action, I added, “I like seeing your mouth on me. When all I see is the top of your