And this is just his tongue.
The thought has me barreling toward the edge faster than I’m ready for, my chest flushing and my breasts heaving as I rock my hips against his face. He groans, and I’m so turned on I can’t think straight as he pushes me over the edge, devouring me as pleasure rips through me like a tidal wave.
It’s never felt so good.
Stars dance behind my eyelids as my body rejoices in such a momentous release, and I want more.I want him.
Opening my eyes, I look down. Mason’s gaze is nothing short of feral as he watches me, swirling his tongue with featherlight caresses as he pulls every ounce of pleasure from me.
“You ready to take me to your bedroom, Dream Girl?” he asks, still on his knees before me. “Or am I gonna spread you out on this table and feast on you some more?”
“I want to see if your cock feels as good as your tongue.” His eyes widen in surprise as his lips curl up into a devilish smirk. The words don’t feel like mine, but they’re honest and real and a little bit desperate.
Setting my foot back on the ground, Mason stands slowly, his hands traveling up my body, partially because I know he likes it and partially because he’s still holding me up. It’s sweet and thoughtful and so damn hot, I have to squeeze my thighs together.
“I love tasting you,” he breathes, and he peppers kisses over my collarbone and up the column of my neck. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispers against the shell of my ear, “but I need to know what’s okay tonight. Is there anything you don’t like?”
The question is a serious one, but it’s hard to think when his erection is pressing into my belly with enthusiasm and my pussy is throbbing with need.
Is there anything you don’t like?
Swallowing hard, I pull back, the need to see his brown eyes overwhelming. “Nothing from behind. He always?—”
Mason kisses me hard, his tongue plundering my mouth like he’s trying to erase every bad memory—every bad feeling—replacing it with passion and desire as I moan into him.
It’s a frenzy, his hands moving all over my body, the roughened skin of his palms heightening every sensation. Without thinking, I loop my hands around his neck and hook my leg over his hip. I want to be closer, grinding my core against his length. I want to climb all over him.
As if reading my mind, he picks me up, his hands gripping my ass as he grunts. Belatedly, my brain helpfully connects the sound with the fact that he’s holding me—carrying my weight. As I try to untangle myself from him, he grunts again, dragging my pussy over his cock. “Don’t even think about it,” he scolds.
“I thought I was too heavy,” I admit quietly as he moves down the darkened hall.
“Which room?”
“Last one at the end of the hall.”
He follows my directions and kicks the door closed behind us before spinning and pressing my back to the wood.
“Do you want me to fuck you right here?”
“I just?—”
Pinning me with his body, Mason grabs my wrists and holds them with one hand over my head.
“You’re not ready to boss me around yet; that’s okay,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue down my neck. “I have the patience of a saint, Dream Girl.”
His hand maneuvers behind me, unclasping my strapless bra with expert precision. The air is cool against my heated flesh, my nipples pebbling instantly as he cups my breast.
“I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast right here because I have a feeling no one ever has. Am I right?”
“Yes,” I gasp as he tweaks my nipple, rolling the bud between his fingers like he has all the time in the world.
“And then after I make you come all over me, I’m gonna lay you out on your bed and make love to you real slow, worshipping every inch of you because you are incredible, Lana. You’re fucking incredible.”
I want to cry, his words hitting so much harder than he can possibly imagine.
Or maybe he can.
Because from the moment I met him, blindfold and all, he justknewwhat I needed.
