Page 157 of Poet & Protector

“Easy.” I twisted my fingers around strands of his hair and gently tilted his face to the perfect angle. “All you need to do is open your mouth.”

His lips parted and he held my gaze as I slid into slick, wet heat. My eyelids drifted down at the pure pleasure of gliding over his tongue, easing back, then slowly pushing inside again. His hands slipped around the back of my thighs and he drew me deeper, making me gasp.

The sound seemed to inspire him. Suddenly I was at his mercy as he licked and sucked, pulling off only to swallow me whole again. My thighs began to shake.

“You’re so good at this, Mason.”

He answered by completely taking me apart, his mouth and hands pushing me to the edge. My breath was ragged and the base of my spine tingled…

But I didn’t want to come yet.

Mason made a surprised sound when I bent down, hooked my arms beneath his shoulders and dragged him to his feet.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing,” I assured him, though my heart was racing.

There was no reason for me to be self-conscious about what I wanted to ask for. We’d talked about this possibility a few times, but we’d never…I couldn’t deny how vulnerable I suddenly felt.

“I want you inside me.”

Mason’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I said quietly, my voice barely audible beneath the drum of water around us. “Only if you want it, too.”

A long breath shuddered out of him. He slid his arms around me, fingers skating down my back then following curve of my ass.

“I want it,” he whispered. “I want all of you.”

The look in his eyes told me he understood why I was asking now. The world was trying to tear us apart. I needed him to claim me, mark me, own me so completely there would be no part of me that wasn’t his.

I picked up the lube from the recessed shelf in the shower where I’d left it and handed it to him. He kissed me slowly and deeply before he knelt again. I widened my stance as he covered his fingers with liquid and took me in his mouth, carefully this time, because he knew he had me riding the edge only a minute ago.

When I drew a sharp breath at the initial sting and stretch, he refocused his efforts on stoking my arousal with his lips and tongue until I was trembling again. He worked deeper and curled his fingers, making me gasp as I lit up with pleasure from head to toe.

He was so attuned to my body, backing off when he sensed I needed him to then slowly continuing to press forward when I relaxed again. All the while his mouth soothed away brief flares of pain as he prepared me to take him. The burn faded, leaving only the pleasure of his touch…and then his touch wasn’t enough.

“Mason.”

I didn’t need to say anything else. He rose and I turned around, leaning my forearms against the wet wall. His lips feathered over my nape and shoulders as he lined himself up with my entrance. He gripped my shoulder with one hand while the other held my hip, inhaling sharply when he breached me. I glanced back at him and he was biting his lower lip. His cheeks flushed as his eyes locked on the place we were joined.

Once again he was cautious, waiting for me to adjust to the intrusion then rolling his pelvis in shallow thrusts, easing himself inside me.

A long, rumbling sound—half-growl, half-moan—rolled from my throat. The experience of feeling him like this, surrendering control as he took me so intimately, was indescribable; a storm of emotional and physical reactions almost too powerful to bear.

“You okay?” Mason was panting, wrecked as I was by the onslaught of so many sensations.

“Keep going,” I rasped, desperate for him to fill me completely. “Please, Mason. I need all of you.”

He slowly pushed deeper until he was fully seated and his body blanketed mine.

“Oh my god, Nev. The way you feel…”

His chest heaved against my back, his muscles quaking.

“I know,” I whispered, my own limbs trembling. I understood how overwhelmed he was because it was exactly what I experienced every time I was inside him.

We stayed like that, Mason’s head resting on my shoulder, his arms around me as our bodies discovered each other in new ways. He kissed my nape, his lips traveling up the side of my neck then feathering over the shell of my ear.