The bedroom door is thrown open and then I’m being lifted again. I’m placed on a cool hard surface, and I have to break our connection to see what I’m sitting on.
“Mase.” I look at him, my heart wild yet pained in my chest.
It’s been so long. I smooth my hands over the smooth black surface.
“Is it weird that I feel the need to fuck you on it?”
“Completely.” I reach for his jacket as he pulls at the straps of my dress.
His mouth goes to my neck, his breath hot and wanting as his tongue lashes at my heated flesh. His hand palms my breast before he bends, sucking a nipple into his mouth. A moan falls from my lips. “Mason.”
“Hmmm.” His mouth works back up my throat quickly, locking onto my lips, and sucking them into his mouth. It drives me wild.
I start to pull his shirt from his trousers, having already undone most of the buttons. My hands smooth over his body,feeling the expanse of his strong chest and soft skin beneath my fingers.
“I’ve missed this.” I pant between the soft kisses I rain down his throat and torso.
“Fuck.” He lifts me from the piano, dropping me to my feet and spinning me to lower the zip. My dress is discarded, and his arms encase me from behind. I didn’t wear a bra and my thong is a thin lace that matches the dress. His hand dips beneath the fabric, sliding through my folds with ease.
“Pix,” he growls, rolling his hips against me.
I whimper as his fingers dip into my heat, then glide up over my sensitive bud.
“Oh my god!” My body flushes hot and my body shakes as a tremor racks through me. It’s been so long since he’s touched me like this. I start to ride his hand, applying mine on top of his and adding more pressure. “I’m… clo?—”
“Already?”
My eyes roll. “Mase?—”
The sound that leaves me as my orgasm rips through me is feral, unlike anything I’ve ever heard before, and I can feel Mason’s smile against my cheek as he lets me come undone in his arms. “Fuck. How long has it been?!”
My head drops back to his shoulder, my body still shaking. “Too long.” I pant.
Lifting my chin with one hand, he kisses me slowly, easing his fingers through my folds and spreading my orgasm all over me. My body quivers and ripples under his touch. He rolls his hips into me, rubbing himself deeper, harder, until the friction alone isn’t enough.
“Turn around.”
I spin and his mouth hungrily drops to my lips. “Mase,” I beg, needing so much more.
“Patience,” he rasps, his hand held in my hair as he manipulates my neck to gain better access to my throat.
He lifts me back onto the piano, removing my thong and sliding my legs over his shoulders. “Mason, no! Please!”
The heat of his mouth makes me lose all my fight. I drop back to the piano on my elbows and watch as he looks up at me from between my thighs. His tongue lashes against my sensitive folds, tracing every inch of me as if it’s the only chance he’ll get.
“I never forgot how good you taste.”
He swirls his tongue around and over my clit.
“Sometimes.” He draws it between his teeth, making my hips buck against him. “Sometimes I’d swear I could taste you. I’d wake up from a dream and would still be able to feel you on my lips.”
My hands go to his hair as I ride wave after wave of pleasure that floods through me, rubbing myself over his mouth and chin as I near the edge of insanity.
He continues to suck my sensitive flesh long after I come down from my high. I’m limp when he finally lets me up, my body sated and probably not ready for what’s to come.
“What did you do,” I say, gingerly lowering myself to the floor.
His mouth glistens in the moonlit room and in that moment, he looks like a wild beast that’s just feasted on his prey.
