Page 32 of Mason

He shifts so that he’s on his elbow and brushes my hair off my shoulder. I crane my neck, allowing his mouth access to my ear lobe. When at last, his lips find mine, he parts them with his tongue. Our kiss deepens, becoming more frantic and desperate. I can taste my musk on his lips and it makes my pulse thrum.

“I want to explore every inch of you, Olivia,” he says.

Even the way he says my name—full and strong—sets my desire on fire. My heart picks up speed, a full-on gallop.

His mouth trails along my jaw, and down the slope of my neck. He nips at my shoulder blades, works his tongue between my breasts. His breath is hot, the air cool. Every nerve ending in my body sizzles like it’s on fire.

I begin to pant. “Mason, please…”

I’m beginning to unravel, his torture so exquisite and sweet, that it’s almost my undoing.

My hips lift, arching against my restraints. I’m so hot that even the slightest brush against my pussy will bring me to orgasm.

Mason slips on a condom with such subtly I almost miss it.

He dips his face between my legs once more, circling my clit with his tongue. My juices slide between my thighs and he licks them clean. I am impossibly wet. “You have the most beautiful pussy, sweet Liv.”

The compliment empowers me. I lift my hips to his face, daring him to take more. To swallow every last drop.

My orgasm starts to build again but I force it back, drawing out the pleasure for as long as I can. I don’t want this to end. His tongue plunges into my pussy, pulls out, dives in. My fingernails dig into the scarves as devours me, curling the silk so tightly my knuckles go white. My clit pulsates.

I start gasping for breath.

If he doesn’t slow down, he’ll make me come.

Mason inserts two fingers inside me and I cry out in shock. His sucks on me as he fingers me, the crescendo raising with intensity that claws at my skin. My pelvis bucks under his mouth, driving his digits further into my cleft. He picks up speed and without warning, my release shudders over me in a seismic tidal wave. I come hard, panting and screaming until my voice gives out. Mason sucks until my juices run dry.

When he finally pulls away, I gasp. My head spins with pleasure and I am breathless, weightless, floating on air.

“Jesus, Mason.”

“That was just the beginning,” he says.

I am instantly wet again.

Slowly he begins to untie me, kissing each wrist and ankle as he peels off the silk. I’m so anxious to feel his body against me that I pull him down against me and grind my pelvis into his.

His hard cock nestles against my pussy. I part my lips, inviting his tongue, and he kisses me passionately. My heart is a jackhammer on crack.

He spreads my legs apart and suddenly, he is inside me, thrusting his cock into my cleft with a powerful push. The pain is intense, a stinging sensation that brings tears to my eyes. I blink them back, and begin to grind my hips. I gasp as he goes deeper—sweet Jesus, he’s fucking huge. I’m afraid he’ll split me in half.

“You’re so tight,” he grunts. And then again with a second thrust. “So God damned tight.”

I clench my pussy around him and he lets out a low groan. With steady rhythm, he pulls out, dives in, slowly increasing speed until he drives into me with deep thrusts that knock the breath from my chest. I’m panting, moaning, biting into my lip to stop from screaming like a damn banshee. “Harder,” I breathe.

I can’t believe it’s finally happened.

My first time, and after the initial burst of pain, it feels incredible.

His eyes cloud with desire and he plunges deep, fucking me like a man consumed. My vision goes fuzzy. I can’t think, I can’t breathe.

Nothing has ever made me feel so good and I never want it to stop.

Who knew sex could feel this amazing?

I dig my nails into his back, biting at his skin with a fervor that startles me. He grits his teeth and grabs my hips, pounding harder and harder until it’s as though our bodies merge into one. His cock fills and consumes me, and I willingly give in.

“Fuck, Liv,” he says, and the sound of my name on his lips brings another orgasm dangerously close. “Come,” he growls.