Page 15 of Hot Buttered Rum

Research, I quickly assured myself. This was all in the name of writing romance. I was immersing myself for research. That new rationale made me smile.

With our mouths pressed together, Turner felt my lips turn up. He pulled his face back and produced a smile of his own. “What are you grinning about?”

I shook my head and ran my finger along his collarbone. “Nothing. An inside joke meant just for my ears. A buccaneer like yourself wouldn’t understand.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes, that’s right.” Then before I could even think about stopping myself, I leaned forward and traced the skull tattoo on his shoulder with my tongue. I was somewhat out of practice in erotic flirting, but it seemed I hadn’t lost my touch completely.

“You are one sweet nugget of gold, baby,” Turner said in a low voice. I lifted my face and he kissed my lips again. “Say it, Ginger. Say you want me to fuck you.” He reached up and dragged his callused thumb across my bottom lip. “I want to hear it from these honey lips.”

I pushed to my knees. He leaned back as I straddled him. His hardened cock pressed urgently against the tight fabric of his briefs. I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing my pussy over the bulge. My head lolled back as the warm friction made the heat between my legs surge.

He reached up and pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I bit my lip against the sharp tingle. He seemed to know exactly how to reach that fine line between pleasure and pain without crossing it. He tugged softly at my nipple, and a breath caught in my throat as he reached that same fine line again.

“Tell me you want this,” he ordered.

“I want this,” My voice shook. “I want you to fuck me. Please. Now.” The last word came out sounding like a plea. None of it sounded like me, and yet, I loved the way it sounded. I loved the way I felt in Turner’s arms.

No longer satisfied with the barrier of his underwear between us, I reached down and curled my fingers around the waistband. He stared down at my hands and watched as I slid down his briefs. It was like unveiling a masterpiece, and just as if I was looking at a fine piece of art, I stared at his thick, long erection appreciatively and with a discerning eye. My sex life had been sorely lacking in the past year, but I’d been with enough men to know that I was looking at something extraordinary.

Turner misread my silent pause. “Disappointed?”

A slight nervous laugh followed. “Holy shit. Disappointed? No. Definitely not. Slightly terrified maybe, but definitely not disappointed.”

I ran my fingers along his cock. He groaned in response. As much as I wanted to convince myself that for this weekend I was a fictional heroine in a raunchy romance novel, a moment of reality returned. “Uh, I want to continue this amazing fantasy scene, but there is the little matter of—”

“Protection?”

“Yep. I know it’s like a slap of cold water to bring it up, but—”

As I spoke, he reached around under his bed and fished out a box of toiletries. “My bathroom medicine cabinet.” His fingers deftly found a foil package. He held it up victoriously. “Anything else?”

“That should do it.”

“Good. Now turn around,” he said in a tone that would accept no challenge.

I hesitated. He arched a dark brow at me. “Who is the pirate here? Turn that sweet ass around so I can get a good taste of that honey pot.”

I got up on my knees and turned around as he pulled himself up to sitting behind me. The bed seemed to protest our new positions at first, but once Turner had position himself firmly behind me, the bed had stopped creaking. He reached up and opened a porthole. A breeze flowed inside, cooling my naked skin.

The sea had calmed, and the boat shifted back and forth like a hammock. My arms wobbled slightly, as I tried to maintain my balance.

Turner’s large hands took hold of my ass. He lifted it up giving him full view of my most intimate parts. “Beautiful and completely fuckable.” His warm breath tickled my pussy. He pressed his thumbs against the folds of my pussy and spread me wide open to his gaze . . . and his mouth.

The second his tongue flicked against my clit, I nearly pitched forward off the bed. But once I regained my balance, my body began to relax and absorb the extreme pleasure his tongue and mouth were bestowing. I’d never had oral sex in such an exposed position. I found myself parting my thighs and lifting my ass higher to assure him I wanted more.

His thumb took over the job of massaging my clit as his tongue impaled me, pressing deep inside and stroking places that made me cry out in pleasure. I began to rock back and forth, to absorb the feel of his mouth and tongue.

I was in such delirium it took me a second to recognize that the soft mewling sounds floating around the room were from my own lips. My fingers twisted in the blankets, and I had to work to stay upright as he brought my pussy to the delicious frenzy of an orgasm. His tongue continued to lap up the moisture as my pussy clenched in shuddering waves.

I stayed on my hands and knees, my arms trembling with fatigue as he repositioned himself behind me. I felt lightheaded with it all. I heard the foil package rip open and the next few seconds were pure agony as I waited for him. Visions of his enormous cock sent a shiver through me.

A gasp escaped me as he took a firm hold of my hips. “God, your ass is beautiful.” Another gasp followed when he took a second to deliver a sharp spank before plunging inside of me.

“Oh shit!” I cried out. I couldn’t support myself on my hands and dropped down to my forearms. My face pressed against the blanket and sheets, and I breathed in his intoxicating scent as he thrust into me with the precision and strength of a torpedo. My pussy was still tender from his mouth and tongue. Each time he entered me it renewed some of the erotic sensations.

“Fuck, baby, I’m already there. You’re so damn beautiful, and your pussy . . . your pussy is so fucking perfect.” His grip on me tightened. I held my breath as he moved fast and hard against me. If the small bed hadn’t been bolted down, it surely would have scooted across the floor.

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