Blame It On The Gin:On The Rocks

She looks at me, a smile on her face. "Oh my God, this feels so good."

"You taste so good," I tell her. "Smell so good. Everything about you, it turns me on."

She drops her head as I begin to finger-fuck her nice and good. Two fingers, then a third, and then she's begging. Begging me to slow down, to hurry, to give her what she wants. I won't let her down.

I kiss her thighs as I finger her hard and deep, flicking her G-spot as her juice comes all over my hand.

And then—a tensing of her cunt, her knees shaking, her mouth letting out the most beautiful moan of delight I could have imagined.

It's long and loud and fucking sexy as sin.

"Oh God. Grant. Yes, yes. I'm so-I'm so—"

Gone. That's what she is. She is lost in her orgasm. Her hand presses against the bed, my fingers buried inside of her, and she rolls me over, straddling me, her mouth on mine. Kissing me hard and good.

"Oh God. Is that how I taste?" she asks.

"Yes," I say, squeezing her ass, kissing her neck, her ear, needing more, needing everything.

"You said something about fucking me?" she asks, a smile spreading across her beautiful face.

"Is that what you're ready for?"

"Yes," she says. "I think it's about time you fucked me properly."

8

GINNY

I'm literally straddling the sexiest man I've ever met. If you asked me this morning how my day was going to end up, I would've never, in a million years, told you getting my pussy licked by a man with an eight-pack.

It literally wouldn't have registered as a potential reality if you had told me this scenario.

Yet here I am, naked and taken and ready to be claimed.

Grant is looking at me with eyes filled with desire, a look I very much understand because I believe I am completely reciprocating the same one.

Want, need, desire, yes, yes, now, please.

I'm literally living my fantasy. I must have said that last part out loud because Grant is looking at me with a question mark.

“This is your fantasy, being in someone's bed? Straddling that someone?" he asks, running a hand over the curve of my back, resting them on my hips.

"Yeah," I say. "Maybe it's a simple fantasy, but the idea of being devoured by a handsome stranger, that's pretty much... Well, that's a romance novel level fantasy."

"Except it's your reality," he says.

"Yes, I guess it is," I say with disbelief on my lips. I run my hands over his biceps. "What's your fantasy, Grant?"

He chuckles. "Honestly, I've always wanted to have sex in my office. Close the blinds, brush everything on my desk aside. Fuck my girl. Pound her really, really hard on my desk."

I laugh. "Okay. So a little kinky, a little wild, a little reckless. I can see that because you're probably normally pretty..." I laugh, covering my mouth. "Sorry. I was going to say uptight and that's probably not fair. I don't even know you."

"Bobby would probably say I'm uptight, a workaholic."

"Are those your fatal flaws?" I ask him, running a finger down his chest.

"I hope not fatal, but yeah, I'm pretty uptight. Well, at least I'm wound tight because my cock is pent up. And secondly, the overworking thing, that mostly has to do with my life being my job. I don't have anyone else. And maybe that's lame. I volunteer. I donate money to charity, but it's not the full life I've envisioned for myself. I want a wife, kids, family."

I listen to him, appreciating his honesty. "So you have some fantasies and deep-rooted desires," I say. "I think that's pretty sexy."

"Not as sexy as this exact moment," he says. "You're fucking gorgeous, Ginny, and you make me feel so good."

"Is that because your cock is pretty close to my pussy?" I ask him with a grin.

"No," he says. "Your presence. It's relaxing."

"Again, pussy next to cock."

Grant laughs. "It's really not just that. It's you. You entirely." He rolls me over onto my back, leaning over me, his hands on my cheek and my hair. "You're fucking incredible."

"The stranger you just met," I say, pushing back, my defenses raised, but I don't know why. I'm loving everything about this moment and I don't want to shy away from it.

Still, I close my eyes.

"Are you making a wish?" he asks. I shake my head, blinking back at him.

"No, it's just, I feel myself trying to be defensive, to protect my emotions or my heart. Because you're right. This is special, and it does feel pretty good."

Now it's Grant's turn to chuckle. "Maybe it's because my cock is pressed against your pussy."

"Maybe so," I say with a laugh as Grant begins to leave a trail of kisses from my neck to my belly button. I feel so good. So wanted and alive as he presses his hand to my slick folds, fingering me gently, kissing my pussy before whispering in my ear.