Page 58 of Untroubled Heart

I slowly lose my balance, slipping back further on the table as Mason keeps going.

“Oh. Oh. Ohhhhhhh.”

His hunger grows savage, messy with need, but so do I as I close in on release.

I fuck myself against his face, his groans and grunts vibrating on my sensitive skin. I squeeze my legs around his head as he wraps his arms around my back. There’s a tiny part of me that worries I might be smothering him, but then everything in me tightens, my breath stalls, and I let out a cry as I come.

Mason’s groans are muffled between my thighs as my release floods out. The tension and desire that have been building since the first night we met seem to seep out with it, leaving me with only euphoria for company.

“Wow,” I sigh.

Mason’s grip on my back loosens, and he runs his hands gently up my spine, pressing soft kisses to my pulsing pussy. “This is what I should have been drinking every morning,” he says, his tongue and lips still working over me.

My core clenches with his words and attention.

“I’m not sure a girl can handle that mouth of yours on a regular basis.”

His kisses move up my stomach until they hover over my breasts. My nipples feel so tight I’m almost worried they might leak.

“You think you can give me a single taste of heaven, then deny me, Trouble? One taste and I’m addicted.”

He stands between my open legs, and the need he ignites is nowhere near snuffed out. My first orgasm from a guy in over a year, and yet my back arches, chest thrust against his because I’m still desperately seeking relief.

“You’d want another taste?” I sigh as my hips squirm.

He sticks his pointer and middle fingers into his mouth, then slowly draws them out. I gasp, holding his gaze as I feel them push into my pussy. Gently circling as they ease deeper, both our mouths drop on a moan when he pushes in fully.

“Another taste is one of the many things I want,” he says, swirling his fingers.

My hands reach for the button on his pants, but he stops me. “Please don’t rush me. Let me have this. Let me have you.”

I nod, leaning back on both hands as I spread my legs wider for him. “Whatever you want is yours.”

His fingers thrust in and out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as if he’s the one being pleasured. He moves with long, languid strokes that have me holding my breath. Only when my hips begin to move does he go faster and deeper.

“Holy shit, that’s good,” I pant.

Mason looks down between us. My toes curl, and my hands grip the edges of the table as he moves in closer.

When I roll my hips, it traps his hand between us, forcing it to press into the bulge in his pants. He lets out a breathy moan, so I buck my hips again, fucking myself on his fingers. His hips move, pressing against my thighs as he goes deeper, as if we were fucking for real.

My moans grow louder. I don’t think I’ve ever been this vocal, but it’s also never been this good.

He lifts his eyes to mine, getting distracted when I thrust my chest up, chasing more.

Mason fumbles one-handed with the buttons on my shirt, until he exposes my tank top underneath, biting my nipple through the fabric. I shudder and gasp from the sensation, making him do it again.

A stuttering moan fills the otherwise quiet room as he teases me with his teeth, and then he’s shifting my tank top and bra away. A bead of milk sits on the end of my nipple, and he sucks in a breath. Shit.

He looks at me from under his lashes, his eyes seeming darker, stormier, as his attention seems caught between me and my exposed, leaking nipple.

“Can I?”

I nod, too curious to deny him. Mason leans in, closing his mouth over the erect bud and gently sucks.

“Fuck.” I whimper, my legs squeezing around his hips.

He does it again, and I can’t believe how much this is turning me on. I can’t control the way my hips buck and grind. They’re frantic and rough, and it’s not enough.