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He stopped to chuckle lightly. “You’re the only female porn-a-holic I’ve ever heard of.”
“I’m comfortable with my addiction.”
“Me too.” He went back to work, lapping at her with long, broad strokes. Her clit got extra attention from the tip of his tongue, pitching her closer to the edge.
When she could’ve tipped over, he eased off. Covered her with his lips and sucked, intentionally keeping her from coming. His eyes, dark and expectant, stayed locked on hers. This man loved giving oral, and he was in no hurry. Especially since she wasn’t obeying his command. He’d torture her as long as it took and love every minute of it.
So good, the pressure, the spiral tugging at her clit. “I want to come…please, I need to come…” She said the words louder than necessary. Much louder.
Mason’s growl against her flesh told her he was pleased. Tremors shook her legs, the muscles straining with tension. He wrapped his right arm around one thigh. Extended the left up, over her ass, to the small of her back, supporting her weight while urging her down, onto his face. Yes, that’s exactly what she needed. “Oh, oh god…right there…harder…more, more…oh god, yessss…”
She’d closed her eyes at the end—it was impossible not to—and now that they were open again, she had a view of the front yard. The neighbors were on their feet. The guy had his hands on his wife’s hips with his groin tight to her backside, whispering in her ear. And they were looking this way. Oh, they’d heard, all right.
“Good girl,” Mason said, now standing behind her. “I’ve lived here over a year. Those two are always miserable around each other, but look at them now. Your sexy noises turned them on, babe.”
“Does that make me a porn star, or a marriage counselor?” She laughed, then shivered from his kiss on the erogenous spot behind her ear.
“It makes youmyporn star.” Two tugs later, the apron fell away. He cupped her breasts, rolled the nipples between his fingers. Let his right hand cruise lower and nestle between her legs. “It’s crazy how much I need you after only a few hours.”
Need.He’d said need, not want. She swallowed a mouthful of sappy words better left in her head. “Then I’m crazy too. Take me to the bedroom.”
He swung her into the cradle of his arms. “Anything you want.” The walk to his room was short, but he took it slow. Used those seconds to capture her lower lip, then turn that gentle nipping into a sensual kiss. One that continued as he wrangled them into position on top of the bed. With his sexy smoothness, he’d hitched her thigh over his hip and angled his cock between her legs. He rocked against her, bumping her clit through the thin strip of black satin with each forward motion. Hands glided everywhere. He softly traced the side of her body, past the dip of her waist, around the curves of her ass, pulling her closer.
Her grip was firmer, along the line of his shoulder, splaying across the solid expanse of his back. His tongue slid alongside hers in perfect rhythm. And her heart—it threatened to leap up her throat and bare all her impossible feelings. Pointless things she needed to keep inside.
“Anything I want, you said?” After his smile, she rolled away, waved her ass in his face. Bull, meet red flag. “This is what I want.”
“Damn, it’s my lucky day, that’s what I want too.” All of his muscles rippled as he stretched toward the bedside table for a condom. Since he caught her ogling, he paused to flex a few. Six-pack of abs first, then the biceps as hard and round as five-pin bowling balls.
“Very nice.” So was his ridiculously sexy grin. “Want to do a naked pose down for me?”
“Sure, if you oil me up first.”
“That could get messy.”
“And slippery,” he said, sliding his hand between her thighs.
The screaming orgasm from ten minutes ago meant nothing to her body. Heat curled low in her abdomen. Her thighs quivered, wanting him between them any and every way possible. “Direct me to the oil.”
“Kitchen. Cupboard to the left of the stove.”
“You want me to rub you down with vegetable oil?”
“I was thinking up, not down.” To demonstrate his point, he began stroking his cock.
Having sex with Mason was like erotic truth or dare, minus the truth part. He seemed to take great pleasure in testing her boundaries. She certainly enjoyed proving how far she’d go.
Currently, that was to the kitchen and back. “On your feet, beefcake.” He flexed and stretched while getting off the bed. “Yes, yes, you’re pretty. Save the show for after I grease you.”
“Don’t forget to grease the monkey,” he said, tap-tapping her belly with the monkey.
“I’d rather watchyougrease it.” Again with the familiar tingling between her legs. She swallowed hard, met his eyes. Dare time. “Can I? Will you let me watch you sometime?”
“You’ve seen me stroke myself lots of times. Like now…” Each pull brought his hand against her naked body.
“You know what I mean. I want to sit at your feet and watch you finish the job.”
His eyes got darker, his smile more mischievous. “There’d be conditions.”
