She reached under the covers and wrapped her fingers around his sizable length. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him. She fondled him, her hand stroking up and down, realizing there was no way in science or in fiction that she was going to be able to wrap her hand around the thick girth. He laughed as her expression pinched further.
“You were ashamed of this.”
“I never said I was ashamed. I was hard as a rock and trying not to scare the shit out of you.”
“Clearly you’ve underestimated your wife.”
9
“Idon’t have any condoms. I should have asked Silas if he had any stashed around.”
Disappointment poked at Xeni’s stomach. She realized then, as his hand engulfed her large breast, that she subconsciously had put sex on the table.
“It’s okay. We can do other things.”
“Other things like what?”
Xeni released his erection, reaching up to take the hand that covered her breast. She watched his face closely, noting the few freckles across his nose and the scar in his right eyebrow as she moved his hand down between her legs. She hadn’t touched herself, but she knew she was shamelessly wet, her arousal already creeping toward her thighs.
She pressed his fingers over her core, parting the short soaked hairs that covered her slit.
Xeni knew how she liked it, knew how to make herself come in seconds and she could show him, but she wanted it to last. Pressing even harder, she rolled her hips and started moving their hands together in a torturously slow circle.
“Make me work for it,” she said, trying to be a little bold and mysterious.
Mason shook his head a bit, his lips curving down in the universal expression of nah. “Maybe next time, love.”
“Is that right?” Xeni groaned as his fingers moved closer to her slick entrance.
“It is.” Mason let out a little grunt of his own as he shifted on the bed. “You see, you didn’t ask me what kind of husband I really am.”
Xeni almost fainted as he leaned in closer, his lips barely brushing hers. “What kind of husband are you?”
“Cruel. Impatient. Very demanding. If I want you to come, darling, you’re gonna come.”
“Oh my god, please stop talking. That accent is killing me.”
He flashed a devilish smile as he slipped one finger inside her cunt.
“You don’t like it when I talk dirty to you? You’re lucky I can’t remember a lick of Gaelic. You might not survive ’til morning.”
She tilted her head back into the pillows, but Mason moved before their lips could touch. His eyes traveled over her face and she wondered if he could tell how desperate she was, if the way she was panting or the way her pussy was clenching on his finger was giving her away.
“Pull back the sheets,” he said before he kissed her. Xeni heard him loud and clear, but she didn’t move except to kiss him back. And she may have squirmed a bit, rolling her hips as his middle finger slowly pumped in and out of her. Her eyes blinked open when he pulled back. She looked at his lips as his tongue crept out like he was still trying to taste her.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to her ear. A pathetic shiver rippled over every inch of her skin.
“Move the sheets, love. I don’t want to have to ask you again.”
“I don’t know who you’re getting all buck with. I’ll move the sheets when I’m good and ready,” Xeni said as she pulled the covers off them both, exposing them to the cool air.
“Thank you. I didn’t want to suffocate down there.”
His gaze held hers as he slid to the floor and pulled her down the bed with a firm grip on her hips.
“I’m a bit out of practice, but if I’m remembering correctly, it should go a little something like this.” Mason leaned down, broad shoulders pushing her thighs farther apart as he licked the length of her pussy. She watched as he turned his head a bit to the side and licked his way slowly back to her clit. A weak moan slipped from Xeni’s mouth. Her eyes wanted to close, but needed to watch. She needed the sight of her juices all in his beard burned into her memory.
He pushed two fingers back into her cunt and set about gently sucking and licking her clit. She hadn’t had her pussy ate in fourteen election cycles or so, and it had never been this good. As a matter of fact, her ex had been so bad at it she’d asked him to skip the act all together. Of course, his selfish ass didn’t mind because it just meant more time with Xeni bouncing on his dick. But now Xeni couldn’t even remember that bum’s name. Mason McInroy knew exactly what he was doing. Xeni eased up on her elbow so she could get a better view of his fingers covered in her juices and the way his tongue was working overtime to lap them up. She realized then that his left hand was busy between his own legs.
