He released the nipple from his mouth and quickly reached up to undo the other one.
Audrey moaned, throwing her head back as he took that one between his lips as well.She was grinding down on him now, shuddering, moaning…
Fuck.
He couldn’t help himself; his hips lifted upward, helping her rock against him as he suckled her nipple.Soothing it.
But not soothing her.Or her need.
She moved atop him, trying to ride him even though his cock was tucked away safely behind his zipper.Despite the urge to unzip and thrust up into the wet warmth of her needy pussy, Mason just let her grind on him.Rub herself all over him.
Until she cried out, throwing her head back and creaming herself on his lap… while he embarrassed himself for the second night in a row, unable to contain his own climax while she reached hers.
Fucking hell.
Audrey
Warm.
She was so, so warm.And comfortable.
Comfortable enough that she didn’t want to get out of bed even though her inner alarm clock was telling her that it was time.
She shifted, trying to convince herself that she really was about to get out of bed… and realized she was pressed up against something hard.Something hard and warm.Something that had its arm over her and was snuggled up behind her.
Not something.
Someone.
Mason.
What was she doing in bed with Mason?
Last night came rushing back in a flood… until the memories stopped.She’d been over his lap getting her butt spanked, then he’d used the paddle, and it had hurt so much, but she hadn’t wanted him to stop.Then… then he’d taken the clamps off.Sucked on her nipples.And…
And they’d gone at it like teenagers.Again.
But why was she in his bed?
“Ow.”Shifting again had the shirt she was wearing rubbing against her very sore nipples.Her butt was really sore, too.
“Are you okay?”Mason went from completely still and prone to fully up, dark eyes wide, looming over her.Literally, over her, since one arm had been wrapped around her and the other was on the other side of her.“What hurts?”
“Um…” Her eyes widened as her gaze traveled over his bare chest.His very nice bare chest.It wasn’t fair that he could look this good first thing in the morning with his hair all tousled and scruff across his jawline.“Are you wearing any clothes?”
His brow furrowed.
“Yes, I have pajama pants on— Oh, we didn’t have sex.”
Damn.
Wait.She was supposed to be relieved.
Yay?
That didn’t feel right.
“I’m in your bed though, right?”Because that was the only thing that made sense.
