"What are you doing?"
"Carrying you to bed."
"I thought we were going to the bakery."
"I need you first." He carried her up the back steps leading to the massive deck.
"Wait, let me take my jeans off! I don't want to track sand into the house."
"I won't ever complain about you taking off your clothes." Grady let her slide suggestively against his body until her feet touched the wooden deck.
Arabella laughed as she unzipped her jeans and shimmied out of them. God, she wore a tiny pink thong that revealed her gorgeous ass. "Wipe the sand from your feet."
"You're a little bit bossy."
"And I like it." She gave him a saucy grin. "I think I need to be in control for the rest of the night. Are you down with that?"
"Your wish is my command, my lovely princess." He gave her a little bow that made her laugh.
"As it should be."
"Of course," he said, and slid the door open for her to enter.
"First, we shower off the sand." She took his hand and led him toward the bedroom. "Showering with you is one of my favorite things to do. Of course, the list is growing."
Arabella tugged her sweatshirt off, revealing a hot pink bra with an enticing tiny bow in the center. The swell of her breasts rose above the satin, and with a flick of her fingers, she unhooked the front clasp, revealing her perfect breasts. With a little shoulder shimmy, the straps slid over her arms. She stood before him in nothing but the thong. Her hair was wild and windblown, and Grady knew he'd never seen anything as provocative in his entire life. He reached for her shoulders and turned her toward the big mirror.
"What are you doing?" she asked in a breathless voice.
"Showing you how damned gorgeous, how sexy you are." He cupped her breasts, lifting the globes higher, and then rubbed his thumbs over her dusky pink nipples. With a groan, she leaned against his chest. He rubbed in circles until she gasped and bit her bottom lip.
"H-how can you drive me wild with just your thumbs?"
"My superpower," he said into her ear. Her nearly naked ass pressed against his erection. He wanted to bend her over and take her right there as they watched themselves in the mirror, but tonight she was the boss. "What do you want, princess?"
"I want you naked."
"You got it." Grady quickly shed his clothes and stood next to her in front of the mirror. His cock jutted upward, swollen, eager to get down to business. If she even touched him. . . .
And then she did.
"Stand sideways and watch in the mirror." She cupped his balls and then oh so slowly leaned toward his cock. He brushed her hair to the side so he could see what she was doing. Oh God . . . With the tip of her pink tongue she licked a light circle on his head, lapping up the pearly drop that appeared.
"Arabella . . ." Grady said low in his throat, trying to warn her that he was hovering on the edge.
"Mmm . . ." When she pulled back he breathed a sigh of relief, but then she put her tongue at the base of his shaft and licked all the way up and then back down.
While. He. Watched.
Grady braced one hand on the cool edge of the sink, trying not to explode. She licked again, and when she sucked his head into her warm mouth he threaded his fingers through her hair and moaned. He felt pleasure start to build, to rise. He wanted to close his eyes, but he needed to watch this erotic dance that had him rooted to the tile floor. He was nearly there . . . and then she stopped sucking and turned around.
Arabella bent over, showing him the little patch of pink and the thread between her ass cheeks. "Hook your fingers in the sides and rip it off," she commanded, and so he did. "Put your hands on my hips and take me from behind . . . and watch."
Dimly, he thought of a condom, but she'd explained some sort of app on her phone that indicated when she was fertile, and so he sank into her as far as he could go. He had to stop, gain control.
She gasped. "Take me . . . fast. Hard. Watch."
Grady looked in the mirror. He had to grip her firmly to keep her steady. Breathing hard, he watched her breasts sway with each thrust, her ass quiver with the impact. The sound of skin slapping against skin, breathing, moans . . .
And then an orgasm ripped through him and shot into her body.
Grady held her hips tight and stayed buried so damned deep. After a moment, he looked at the erotic vision reflected in the mirror. His heart hammered in his chest while his dick continued to throb, pulse.
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