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“I’d like to see that.”
“Let me grab the hamper.” She took a fake step away, enough to make him reach for her.
He closed his hand around her wrist. Not tight, he didn’t need to use his strength to keep her there. The rush of sensation that came with each touch, the draw of his incredible eyes, she’d do anything he asked, with or without words. So self-assured and in control, Mason was a man who knew what he wanted and expected to get it. He affected every nerve ending, every cell in her body. He was exactly what she’d been missing.
He drew her back to the spot in front of the window. Directed the hand he’d grabbed to the needy place between her legs, then let go. His eyes stayed on her while he lazily fisted his cock with his right hand.
He wanted to watch her touch herself? Expert at masturbation she was, but never for an audience. Her heart rate kicked up its pace as she slid one finger between her folds and circled her clit without touching it. Self-inflicted tease torture, the kind she used when she wanted to draw out the process. A little more pressure wouldn’t tip the scales. She rubbed across her clit, igniting the need to come.
Mason’s eyes were transfixed on her motion. Hand still working in his lap, he pumped faster, matching her rhythm. A bead of pre-come formed on the tip, begging to be licked.
“I need your cock in my mouth.”
He answered her by jerking forward and sealing his lips over her nipple.
“Okay, I can wait a few more minutes.”
Vibrations from his muffled laugh tickled the sensitive skin of her breast. She wriggled against the sensation. He nipped the bud, hard enough to make her gasp—and press her eager body closer. If only he had two mouths, one for each breast. His hand moved up her body and pinched the lonely nipple. Oh, sweet heaven. It never felt this good when she squeezed them.
His teeth scraped the flesh as he released it. He skimmed his hands down her stomach, anchored them on her hips and urged her downward, to her knees. Wordless, intense and perfect. He angled his cock with one hand, using the other to cup her cheek.
She looked into his eyes and opened for him. Let him guide her lips down his shaft until there was nothing left to take. How did he know everything she wanted?
“Your mouth is fucking paradise.”
Sexy, perfect words. She gulped his cock base to tip, over and over. Fast, because she was way past being able to go slow. Her nipples rubbed the edge of the chair with each pass, the raw silk piping creating a burning pleasure that shot through her body. Mason’s scent, his intoxicating man-ness, rushed her senses. She stroked the strip of soft, smooth skin below his balls. He cursed under his breath and tilted his hips, giving her better access. She ventured lower, massaging the ring of his ass with small, firm circles.
“Jesus, Andie…”
She jerked her hand away. Oh god, he hated it. He hated it and probably thought she was a freak for doing it. “Sorry. I’m sorry… Apparently not all the tips in those sex articles are good ones.”
He shifted forward in the seat, putting them in very close proximity. “Fingering my ass was an experiment?”
“I wouldn’t exactly call it fingering.”
“Because…”
“No penetration.” The words squeaked out as heat rushed her cheeks, making her blush like a virgin. First the flub with the dirty talk, now this. Oh yeah, she was proving to be quite the dud at seduction scenes.
He rose from the chair, grabbed her hands and pulled her up, into his arms. The smile on his face matched the erection pressing against her stomach. Huge. “You can use me as your sexual guinea pig anytime. But right now,” his fingers ran down the seam of her ass, cupping it at the bottom with a hard squeeze, “it’s my turn to experiment. And babe, there’s gonna be penetration.”
Halfway to the bed, he hooked his arms under her knees and hoisted her up. The head of his cock rubbed her clit. A couple of small adjustments and she could have him inside her. And man, she needed that. Big time.
“Where are the condoms?” The last thing she wanted was an accidental pregnancy from her first time out of the gate.
“Front pocket of my jeans.” Cool softness hugged her body as he deposited her onto the duvet. “We don’t need them yet.”
“You’re going to make me wait even longer?” Not that she minded having him hovering over her, kissing his way down her neck and over the curve of her breast.
“Impatient already?” He caught her nipple between his teeth and tugged. “It’s been what…twenty-eight hours since we met?” He gave her a devastatingly hot smile before his mouth disappeared beneath her breast to continue its southbound journey.
“Yes, but it’s been years since—” Oh, oh. She glanced down. The sensual movement of his head combined with the fluttering of his tongue against her sensitive parts rendered her momentarily mute.
He slid his fingers inside her. She relaxed her hips, opening wider. At the deepest point of each thrust, his knuckles brushed her ass, teasing her rear entry. No man had ever touched her there, though it certainly ranked highly in her fantasy time. Mason would be different. He’d touch her everywhere, fuck her everywhere. Do everything she dreamed about and maybe some extra stuff.
Her legs shook as she tipped over the edge. She shoved her hands through his hair, clutching his head, melting against his face. Shamelessly enjoying what he gave. When the last wave of ecstasy rippled through her, she dissolved into the bed. Satisfied with a capital S, large font, bold and in italics. Most of the women she knew would kill for one orgasm like that. Yet seeing Mason resurface, licking his lips and smiling, she greedily wanted to shove him back down for another round.
“Wow.”
