and excited, and shoved that part of myself right into his face.
Grant pulled the damp fabric of my panties to the side and took a good look at the state of my aroused pussy. While making quick work of pulling my panties down over my hips and off completely, he said, “Oh baby, this can’t feel good right now.” Even though he said the comment with what sounded like sincerity, I’d been in bed with this man before and knew he loved to tease and taunt before giving me what I needed most. Maybe if I just agreed with him, he’d cut to the chase.
“You’re right,” I whimpered. “I need you. Please.”
He moved in even closer, so when he spoke, I felt his words as much as heard them. “Yeah, you do. Right here would probably take care of that ache.” As he traced my folds with his index finger, his groan joined my moan in a lusty chorus. With my head tilted back, I tried to focus on the starry sky. If I caught sight of a shooting star, I’d wish for his mouth to make contact with my pussy. Immediately.
While I’d been looking heavenward, Grant had grabbed the champagne bottle and regained my attention by pouring some directly on my sex. I yelped, and he quickly began lapping the liquid off my sensitive flesh, concentrating most of his skill on the pert button at the center.
“Jesus, Grant. God, yes, so good,” I praised and weaved all ten fingers through his thick waves since both wrists were still cuffed together.
“Okay, this is the best champagne I’ve ever tasted. No contest.”
I thought for precisely two and a half seconds about how sticky I’d be when we were done, but the moment his mouth made contact with my mound again, I couldn’t find the good sense to care about any of it. His skillful tongue and long, talented fingers had me on the verge of climax so quickly the sensation frightened me. I’d spent the last hour in such an aroused state that all it would take would be a final move exactly like the one he delivered next.
“Grant! Fuck, yes! Ooooohh, shit. Shit! Stop! Stop, I can’t take any—”
“Of course, you can, Blaze. Fuck, you’re so sexy when you come.” The man continued pumping his fingers into me in a slow, lazy rhythm that seemed to draw out the very last molecule of air from my lungs, beat from my heart, and coherent thought from my mind.
When my climax was complete, the sated smile that spread across my lips started a warm glow down to my toes. I had no energy left for hiding it. If my satisfaction fed his ego, then so be it. He deserved the accolades, all of them.
Because something about my orgasm… It had been different this time. Shockingly so.
While the physical release was damn fine, there was more to it than that. A layer of profound beauty…of restorative healing. From exactly what, I didn’t know. I was only certain about the damn tears that pricked the backs of my eyes now. Forget about whether I wanted any part of the emotional deluge. A storm of feelings was rolling in, and it wouldn’t matter what kind of equipment I had in place to protect myself—or Grant—from the fallout. The damage would be felt across our landscape, and all I could keep hoping was that this amazing, caring, and endlessly giving man would have the staying power to rebuild with me, time and time again.
Chapter Seven
Grant
In our cabin’s hot shower, I spent long minutes tending to every inch of my flame’s beautiful skin. My own body received a cursory suds-and-rinse while I watched her weave precariously on her exhausted legs. As soon as I could towel her off, I helped her into bed. If we were back in Los Angeles, I would’ve treated her to the complete experience I’d fantasized about. The “You’re My Queen” handling that entailed me carrying her to the bedroom and laying her down on my oversize mattress and restarting my efforts to ravage her.
My unsatisfied lust brought me back to the woman before me. Christ, she was captivating. Every breathy sigh she exhaled, interspersed with whispered gratitude, was a new taunt to my oversensitized flesh. Just like that, my desire for this stunning, sexy creature spiked even higher.
Simply put, I needed to come. Badly.
I made sure our door was locked and turned out the lights. Carefully feeling my way along the unfamiliar