Streaks of pleasure shoot through me when his thumbs skim over my nipples, making them pebble with the slightest touch. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I grab his lips with mine, kissing him long and deep. I’m indulging in one night with this man, and I’m going to lick every inch of his sweaty muscled body. With a growl—I swear the man growled—he picks me up and carries me to his bedroom, pausing to turn on the light.
I’m placed on the bed and his hot mouth is on my breast before I can move, his fingers unfastening my jeans. When I unbutton his pants, he backs up and pulls my jeans and panties off, desire burning in his eyes as they travel over me. “No fair,” I whisper, as he stands over my bare body. “Show me yours.”
A chuckle rattles his chest. “Oh, I’ll show you mine, love. After I look at you, taste you. I’ve been picturing this for so long. I have to savor it.” Again, I have no response, just picturing that face between my legs has struck me mute.
Piercing eyes meet mine and a fiendish grin makes my heart race as he drops to his knees and tugs me to the edge of the bed. “You’re a lot less argumentative in bed. I’ll have to remember that next time you wag that sharp tongue at me.” I turn my head, unable to meet his eyes when he spreads my legs and gazes between them.
“Turn the light off,” I order, feeling way too vulnerable.
“Not a chance, sweetheart.” A soft fingertip runs through my folds, tracing them lazily. “You’re pretty here, too.”
“Oh, God,” I groan as he slips a thick finger into me, circling and teasing. Wet, open mouthed kisses burn a trail from the inside of my knee, up my inner thigh until I feel his hot breath between my legs. Ice blue eyes peek up at me, the crooked smile on his face telling me I’m in trouble.
He doesn’t start slow. I nearly scream when his tongue dives inside, then covers every inch of me in seconds. He eats me ravenously, making me fight to close my legs, to control the sensations that are too much, too strong. Thick arms clamp around my thighs, holding me open to his devastating mouth and I plead, “Mason.”
His responding hum vibrates against me, and I moan again. He latches on just above my opening and sucks at me, sending fire shooting through my core as every nerve ending I possess stands at attention. “Oh! Fuck!”
Just before I come, he slows and moves down to drag his tongue everywhere but where I need it. “No, please,” I whimper, trying to pull him back where I need him. Just another few seconds.
I feel his smile. “In good time, baby. We’ve got all night.”
Not if I choke him to death with my thighs. He left me hanging on purpose. He takes his time lapping at me, stroking in and out with his fingers, keeping me right on the edge while I squirm and pant.
“Mason,” I groan.
“Does it feel good?” Good doesn’t begin to describe it.
“Too good. Please.”
“I love to hear you beg for me.”
“You’ve got about ten seconds before I kick you in the balls.”
He throws his head back, laughing. “I’ve got you, baby.” He trails his lips up and seals his mouth over my clit, sucking slow and steady, ignoring my hands trying to tear out his hair. I’m drowning in pleasure, making noises that barely sound human. My world tilts and shatters, leaving me in a freefall I never want to end. He lessens the pressure, stroking over me with the flat of his tongue, making the spasms go on and on.
When I finally gain control, he’s standing at the edge of the bed, grinning down at me and taking off his pants. Boxer briefs! And they hug every delicious inch of him. Speaking of inches. When he shoves down the underwear, I try not to react to the python that’s pointed at me, but Christ, he’s huge. I’ve never been with a man that big.
His smile widens at my expression, and he rolls a condom over the beer can he calls a cock before crawling up my body. “I’ll go easy,” he says, planting a long soft kiss on my lips.
“Kind of explains your arrogance.”
“You’re just mad because I made you scream.”
“Yeah, please, never do that again.” He chuckles, and I feel him nudging at my entrance, ending my attempt at humor.
“Sorry, not going to be able to do it. That was sexy as hell. I need to hear it again.”
I bury my face in his neck with a gasp as he slides halfway in. His brow furrows in concentration while he rocks slowly in and out, plunging deeper with each stroke until he’s buried in me. I feel stretched to the limit, crammed full of him and it’s too damn good.
“You okay, love?”
“Yes,” I moan, tilting my hips to meet his.
“Oh, Fuck, Evie.” True to his word, he takes his time, fucking me with slow deliberate strokes. Pushing and draggingthrough swollen, sensitive tissues until I’m building again.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp, thrusting against him. He obliges, giving it to me harder and faster until I fall apart beneath him, my hands clawing his firm ass. His rhythm falters and he groans my name as he comes.
Goddamn it. I knew he’d be good.
