He slipped a thick finger inside her and pumped twice before adding a second. Now, along with the jangling of the nerve bundle at the top of her sex, she was deliciously full. Wonderfully stretched. That void at her center mercifully filled.
His tongue stroked into her mouth in a rhythm to match the advance and retreat of his fingers. Then he wiggled them in a come-hither motion, and she disintegrated.
That was the only way to describe it.
She blew into a million pieces and every single one of them pulsed with delight. Over and over and over again. Throbbing. Tumbling. Expanding. Retracting.
She was pleasure. She was pain. She was the universe and she was an atom. Whole in a way she’d never been before and yet nothing at all save for a jumble of exquisite, raw satisfaction.
She couldn’t say how much time passed. It could’ve been ten minutes or ten seconds. But eventually her spasms were reduced to shivers. And she thought she heard him say, “That’s one.”
One what?
She didn’t know. She didn’t care. She was too busy basking in the aftereffects of a glorious release.
“Alex?” He rubbed a knuckle down her cheek, coaxing her eyes open. She blinked twice because she’d gone cross-eyed.
“Sorry.” She cleared her throat. “Difficult to talk. Vocal cords and body paralyzed by orgasm.”
His expression was bemused. “Are they, now? And just think, that’s only the first one. How will you feel after the next?”
When she replied, “Can’t wait to find out,” he chuckled and she became acutely aware of the length of him against her hip. He was weighty and thick.
“Can I venture below the belt now?” she asked when he nuzzled her cheek. Her ear. His breath hot and wickedly moist over her flesh.
“No.” He tongued her earlobe.
“Why not?” She pouted. “When’s it going to be my turn?”
He nipped at her collarbone. Her nipples seemed to think he was headed their direction, because they sat up and started trying to get his attention.
“After I give you three orgasms, you can do everything, anything you wanna do. In the meantime, I claim the right to do everything and anythingIwanna do. And right now I wanna taste what I just touched.”
Something about his plan seemed inequitable. But she couldn’t figure out what it was. Not with his fingers busy at her breast.
After her explosive orgasm, she would have thought she needed time to recover. But apparently not. She was already losing her mind again. Everything inside her squeezing impossibly tight.
He wanted to give her three orgasms before he’d allow her to touch him?
Who was she to argue?
Chapter 22
12:57 p.m.
Alexandra Merriweather was as cute as a kitten and as sexy as a siren.
Mason had never thought those two things could coexist in one woman, but she proved him wrong. And despite being a virgin, she seemed to understand physical pleasure on a visceral level.
She approached it the same way she approached everything in her life. Headfirst and with gusto. As if it were her due. Which, he supposed, it was. It waseverywoman’s.
But Alex made it hot as fuck.
Having kissed his way down her body, reacquainting himself with all the places he’d found in his earlier explorations, he finally made it to his destination. He lay between her legs, his dick pressed firmly against the blanket so the fabric could catch the drops of excitement that slowly leaked from him.
“You ready?” He placed a tender kiss on her hip bone.
“I was born ready.”
