Mason
Breathing her in, I take a moment to soak in what’s happening. Nova, this sweet woman, is waiting so patiently for me to get my tongue on her. From the heave of her chest, I know there’s a chance that patience can run thin. Can’t have her waiting for long, can I?
My thumb strokes a feather-light circle just beside her clit, and her hips jerk off the mattress, a silent, desperate plea. The power of that simple movement, the control I have over her body, is an addiction fed straight through my veins.
I don’t start gently. I don’t have the patience for a slow build, either. I lower my mouth and bury my tongue inside her in one deep, explorative stroke.
She cries out, a noise that’s half my name, half a sob. Her taste explodes on my tongue—musky, sweet, uniquely Nova. It’s the flavor of her pleasure, and it’s mine. All mine. I feast on her, my tongue delving deep, mapping her inner walls, learning thetextures that make her legs tremble and her fingers fist in my hair.
When I need to breathe, I pull back, but only to mark the soft, pale skin of her inner thighs with my mouth. I suck small reminders into the tender flesh, branding her. Mine. Mine.Mine.
I want her to think of me even when we’re apart, and such marks will be the perfect reminder.
My fingers find her as I momentarily move back to give my jaw a break. I press one finger against her entrance, feeling the frantic, fluttering pulse of her. She’s so wet, so ready. I push inside, one thick digit, and her back arches off the bed, a low, guttural moan tearing from her throat. It’s a sound of pure, unfiltered need, and it goes straight to my cock.
I really hope she can handle me. Just one finger disappearing in her pink, tight heat has me worried. If I get inside her, she’s going to suffocate me. Despite the concerning thought, my cock continues to twitch, demanding I prep her for every inch I have to give.
“Yes,” she pants, the word a sharp, breathy exhalation as her hips rise to meet the thrust of my hand. It’s less a word and more a plea, a sound of approval that fuels the fire in my gut.
I add a second finger, stretching her, watching her face contort in pleasure. A sharp, high gasp escapes her, followed by a shaky, shuddering inhale. Her hands are clutching at that ridiculous Christmas sweater, twisting the fabric. I want it off. I want her bare for me. But not yet. She needs three fingers, minimum.
Knowing how tight two are, I put my attention on her clit, circling the swollen bud with my thumb. She cries out, a broken, melodic sound that cuts off as I start to introduce a third. A desperate, whimpering groan vibrates against my palm as her body tries to accommodate me.
It’s a sound of strain and ecstasy, a tight, throaty noise that tells me she’s feeling every fraction of an inch. Ever so slowly, I work it inside, trying not to acknowledge how fucking tight she is, how her every gasp and whimper is a siren’s call I have no hope of resisting.
When I have three fingers buried deep inside her, pumping in a steady, relentless rhythm, I lower my mouth back to her clit. I don’t just lick. I suck. I draw the tight, swollen bud between my lips and suckle, flicking my tongue over it with a precision that has her screaming.
“Mason… I’m… Oh!” Her body tenses, cutting off her words.
Her climax crashes over her, a violent, beautiful storm. Her body seizes, clenching around my fingers in a series of rhythmic, milking pulses. I keep my mouth on her, drinking every shudder, every cry, until she’s pushing weakly at my head, oversensitive and spent.
But I’m not done. I remove my fingers, slick with her release, and hold her hips down firmly against the mattress. She’s boneless, panting, her eyes glazed. Then I bury my tongue deep inside her again, lapping up the very essence of her orgasm. I taste every peak, every tremor, until I’m satisfied, until I’m drunk on her.
Only then do I stand, towering over her. My own need is a painful, throbbing ache in my jeans. My eyes lock with hers as I reach for the hem of that fucking sweater.
“This has to go,” I growl, pulling it up and over her head in one swift motion. Not because I hate the holiday, but it’s covering up a masterpiece beneath.
And once more, she’s not wearing a fucking bra.
A low, growling sound rumbles in my chest. “I’m not going to be able to control myself if you keep this up.”
She smiles, a slow, sated, wicked curve of her lips, like she already knows what she’s doing. “Good.”
She’s weak, languid from her climax, but she still moves back on the bed, giving me room to join her. My fingers fumble with my belt, my button, my zipper. I shove my pants and boxers down my thighs, kicking them off. I’m naked before her, fully exposed, and her gaze drops to my cock.
It’s thick and painfully hard, jutting out from my body, the head slick with precum.
“You like seeing what you do to me, Nova?” I wrap a hand around myself, giving a slow, tight stroke. Her eyes follow the movement, hypnotized. “Yeah, you did this.” I spread the bead of precum with my thumb and groan at the sensation. “Just thinking about your pussy sucking me in like my fingers did. I don’t even know how long I’ll last. A couple pumps if I’m lucky.”
I crawl onto the bed, positioning myself between her spread legs. I tease her with my cock, using the head to slick through her wetness, coating myself in her.
Like me, Nova can’t keep her hands off. From touching my hair to the back of my neck, her hips move on their own, seeking even more friction. Fuck, I love her being greedy. Now that’s something I could use more of.
Leaning over her, I kiss the valley between her breasts, then continue to thrust gently against her slit, the sensation maddening. I lower my mouth to one nipple, sucking it deep, teasing the peak with my teeth until she’s crying out and arching into me.
I move to her other breast, flicking my tongue against the hardened tip to keep her distracted, my cock still nudging at her entrance. Then, I position myself against her opening.
A nervous sound leaves her, a small sigh as she trembles. Parting her thighs wider, it’s like she already knows what’s coming. Still, she’s not pulling away, she’s not changing her mind. Nova’s set on giving me this precious gift.
