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He put both of his hands under my shirt, kissing me as he ran his thumbs over my nipples. “The things I want to do to you,” he whispered.
“The way I want to let you,” I rasped against his ear. And, understanding I was giving him permission to not be so gentle, he pinched both of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I let out a soft moan against his cheek as he nuzzled against my ear.
Mason’s hands dropped down to my hips just before he slid me off his lap, laying me down on the cool vinyl. I tugged on the bottom of his t-shirt until he got the message, removing both of his shirts and throwing them into the growing pile of discarded garments beside us. I gasped at the sight of the tattoo that covered half of his chest. It was an old-fashioned looking clock with Finley’s name on it in the spot where the clock’s brand was usually printed—and the hands were pointed to the two and the seven—likely representing the time of Finley’s birth. I traced the tattoo with my fingers, taking in every detail of the illustration on the face of the clock, where there was a silhouette of a father holding a little girl’s hand before a starlit sky.
“Are you still with me?” Mason asked, hovering above me.
“I’m sorry—I’m a little distracted.”
“I drew that.”
My lips parted in surprise. “It’s beautiful.” I was silently cursing myself for slowing us down and letting my tendency to get distracted ruin the moment, but his face softened into a smile as he lowered himself all the way onto me.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, brushing his lips against mine. He maneuvered to the side of me just enough to give himself room to slide his hand between my thighs under my skirt again. When his thumb reached the top of my legs, he brushed it against my underwear in a delicate, sweeping motion. Then he pressed down harder, rubbing my clit with his thumb over the cotton fabric. His lips pulled up into a smile. “Your pussy’s already so wet for me, princess,” he said. I closed my eyes, the sudden dirty talk completely undoing me. That last word stuck in my mind, though.
“Princess?” I asked as Mason’s fingers inched toward the waistband of my underwear.
“We’re in a castle, aren’t we?”
I couldn’t answer him—because his hand was sliding beneath the fabric now. I wanted to warn him I hadn’t had time to shave lately—and the words were on the tip of my tongue—but I willed myself to forget about it as his fingers sank even further down. His glassy-eyed smile let me know he didn’t care about what he found there—if anything, he was enjoying himself. I turned my head more to kiss him, but he pulled just far enough away that my lips couldn’t reach his. I thought it was cruel until I realized he wanted to see the expression on my face when his hand brushed against the most sensitive part of me. He applied gentle pressure with his middle and pointer fingers, alternating curling movements on either side of my clit.
Bless the woman who came before me that taught him this.
I scrunched up my face, feeling my cheeks get warm as he watched me enjoy the magic he was working with his fingers. “I want to hear you say my name,” he said.
My eyes clenched shut. “Mmmm,” was the only sound I was able to make. It was hard to speak when he was playing me like a piano. I felt like I was sinking further and further into the vinyl, my body relaxing more and more with every breath I exhaled.
Mason brought his mouth to my ear, slowing his fingers down. “Tell me, princess—who’s got your cheeks flushed right now?”
“Mason,” I whimpered.
“That’s it,” he said. And without warning, he pulled his hand back to reach for the top of my panties—pulling up to kneel beside me as he yanked them off with both hands. Then he repositioned himself by my feet, pushing my legs apart. With my knees in the air, my skirt slid down my thighs to my waist, exposing me to him.
My mind raced with a million thoughts and worries—I wanted to let him know that thanks to my anxiety pills, I might not finish, especially if my mind wandered like it sometimes did in situations like this.
“Mason,” I said as he laid down between my legs, his whiskers brushing against my thighs. I pulled up onto my elbows so I could see his face better. “I want to make you feel good.”
“You’re about to,” he said. And with no further commentary, he forced my thighs farther apart and began devouring me like I was his last meal. Like some kind of wild animal consuming his prey.
Like he was somehow enjoying this even more than me.
As much as I loved what he was doing with his lips and his tongue, his hands were driving me wild—one was splayed across the back of my thigh, his fingertips sinking into my skin—and the other was pressing onto my lower abdomen just above my pubic bone. The pressure he applied there made this whole experience even more mind-numbingly pleasurable.
He stopped long enough to say, “Fuck, you taste so good,” before diving face-first into me again, using two fingers to spread me apart so he could thrust his tongue just inside.
I slid my hands across the smooth vinyl, wishing I had a headboard to grab on to or at least some sheets to grip. To my surprise, one of Mason’s hands found mine—and he wrapped his fingers around my palm, squeezing it tight.
“Mmmm.” Mason’s lips vibrated against my clit. “God, I could live down here.”
I lifted my head to peer down at him, finding him staring back at me as his tongue flicked over my clit again and again. This level of intimacy was entirely new to me—I’d never been able to make eye contact with a man who was going down on me. It always made me anxious, taking me right out of the moment. But the way Mason blinked slowly and blissfully as he stared into my eyes sent me right to the edge. “Oh God, oh fuck,” I whined, arching my back as I felt my release coming. I tugged on his hair as I began to shake, squeezing his hand so hard I feared I might break his bones. Pleasure rippled through me and the pressure built and built until I almost couldn’t stand it anymore. I arched my back more, lifting from the vinyl—and I may have screamed his name, but my head was spinning so much I was hardly aware of my own existence. As I gasped for air, I felt Mason slap the side of my thigh as he continued to lick me through every wave of pleasure until my knees fell to the side and I finally relaxed.
He pulled up beside me and lifted a few sweaty strands of hair off my forehead. “You probably don’t want to kiss me now, do you?”
Without hesitation, I put my palm against his glistening cheek and brought his face closer to mine. I didn’t mind tasting myself on his lips. He growled against my mouth, aggressively kissing me back before pulling up to straddle me again. I put my hands on his waistband, tucking my fingers beneath his jeans. “Let me return the favor.”
“Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” he said, rolling over to tear off the rest of his clothes. His already erect cock sprang from his boxers and I couldn’t hold my gasp. I only had a second to react to the size of it before he was climbing atop me again, grabbing me by the backs of my knees to fold my legs over my body. On the surface, I was still twitching and pulsating from the orgasm he’d just given me as I felt him slide inside of me. He leaned over my body, folding me in half, and gripped my chin in his hand to force me to look at him. “Do you want more?”
I nodded, my eyes widening as he eased himself into me even further. His hand slid down to my neck. At first he didn’t apply pressure—but I clasped my hand around his and showed him exactly what I wanted. He followed directions well, clamping his hand tighter around my throat as he thrusted.
