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ChapterSeven
MASON
Ilooked away from her eyes and back down at her breasts, at her smooth skin. I could smell the scent of the soap she’d used, sultry and intoxicating. Or maybe that was just her natural smell?
A frenzied montage of images poured through my mind, my dick between her breasts, in her mouth, how pretty she’d be on her knees, and I wanted all of it. I even wanted her on her knees in front of me, riding me like she was now, beneath me, taking every single one of the long inches I had to give her. But for now, I needed control, I needed to taste her nipples as I ground my dick up into the lush heat between her thighs.
I allowed myself one thrust against her as I took her right nipple between my teeth and flicked at it with my tongue. Her hands buried themselves in my hair, and her moan of delight nearly undid me, but I was here for the long haul. Neither one of us would be coming for a while, if I had anything to say about it.
I sucked at the tip hard, and when her nails dug into my scalp with delicious pain, I sucked it harder. I had my teeth around the soft flesh and bit into it, to introduce to her just how good pain could feel. Later, I’d show her more about that, but for now, this sweetly innocent young woman deserved a slow introduction.
“That feels so good,” I heard her say on a shuddering breath and smiled around her nipple. She had no idea just how good she could feel.
I was going to make sure she walked away from tonight with that knowledge.
I clasped the flesh of her right breast in my hand and squeezed gently, just so she’d know I had ahold of her. I was the one making her feel and feel damn good, at that. Her hips twitched against me again, began to dance in a way that was far too distracting, and I moved, pushed her away, but only long enough to take her luscious, full, pink lips between mine.
Her hands clutched at my face, holding me there as I inhaled her, sucking her tongue into my mouth to taste her. I nearly lost all control, nearly yanked down my pants so that I could slide right into her hot walls, but I didn’t. I maintained my control and stood up, nearly dumping her in the floor. But then, that was such a wonderful site that I held my hand out, telling her to stay there, on her knees.
“Touch me,” I instructed around a strangled throat, but she heard me.
Her hand fluttered up my leg, the inside of my right leg, to climb higher. My breath caught in my chest as I waited, longing for that touch, the relief that would only become more pain the longer she held me.
I was about to order her to touch me where I wanted her too, she was taking so fucking long, but then, at last, her hand settled over methere.
Fuck.
It was so good, feeling her small hand around me, clutching at me, exploring the length that surprised her if her wide eyes were anything to go by.
“That’s enough. Get up,” I prompted her and pointed at the massage table. “Go there.”
She bent to retrieve her towel, but I shook my head. The towel was abandoned on the floor, the last bit of modesty she could cling to. Now, it was my chance to see all of her, by myself, with no other spectators and I was going to love every minute of it.
“You said you weren’t a virgin, but you didn’t have experience,” I asked as I walked over to the table, still fully dressed, and settled between her thighs. She’d perched on the edge of the table, leaving her legs to dangle in an enticing way I could not resist. She looked up at me and shook her head. “So, your first lover didn’t touch you like this?”
I ran a finger down her cheek gently, along her jaw, then down her chest. Her answer was a ragged no.
Lacy shook her head, her eyes wide and full of wonder. I knelt down in front of her, parting her legs wider, until the glistening pink luster of her sex was open to me. I could smell her scent already and it only made me hungry to get her on my tongue.
“And here, Lacy? Did he touch you here, like this?” That same finger stroked down the soft outer lips before I found the center of her, wet, hot, and so ready for me.
“No,” I heard her gasp, and felt her hips buck back, as if it was too much for her. Too bad. I was going to make her feel so much more than this. “Hold still. Let me touch you.”
“Yes, Mason,” was all she replied as my lips kissed at her thigh before I turned my head. My nose inhaled her heady scent just as my tongue came out to get that first taste of her.
Bliss. Addictive, seductive, all-consuming bliss filled every one of my senses as I tasted her, felt her, smelled her, saw her. I wanted to own every part of her, every moan, ever sigh, every twitch of her muscles as she discovered what a man’s mouth could do to her, for her. I saw the surprise on her face, felt it in the jerk of her hips as she pushed my tongue deeper into her folds with each lap I made against her. And when I sucked at her clit, just to show her how good that felt?
That’s when I found out she could lose control, inflict her own pain, and I loved every second of it. I wanted more, I wanted her to pull at my hair until my eyes watered but knew every moment of pain would be pleasure as well. This was something new, something I should probably run from, but my legs refused to obey, and my mouth was too hungry to let go.
“Mason, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she begged with satisfaction. I knew no other man had ever heard her say those words. I ignored the way I wanted to make sure no other man heard her say them after me, either, for now.
She drew in ragged breaths, her nipples tightened, her chest heaved with each breath, and my little innocent was coming into my world. Her hips moved again, finding a rhythm, and I wanted to make her come, but I also knew that the longer I waited, the more I denied her that pleasure, the better it would be when she finally did blow.
I’m far from a novice and I wanted to make her mine completely by the end of our time together. I wanted her to never forget the way I made her feel, to want more of me, to hunger for me. It was a primal urge I’ve never felt before and wasn’t sure I wanted to feel now. But I couldn’t stop myself from touching her.
“Oh fuck, that’s so good, so fucking good.” The words were a signal, my signal to get up, to soothe her, but to deny her what she wanted the most.
“No. Mason…,” she started but I held a finger up.
