Page 58 of His Saving Grace

“Please, Mason.” Her fingernails dug into his scalp.

“So pretty.” His lips hovered over her center. He moved forward, brushing a brief kiss against her. He pulled back, and she whimpered, her back arching off the blanket, trying to get closer to him.

“So hot.” He placed another chaste kiss against her and pulled away. Another whimper from her. “So wet.” His cock pulsed against the blanket, and he had to force himself to stay still, not rub against it for some relief.

“Mason,” she rasped, her thighs clenching, squeezing his shoulders. “Please, please…” Her head thrashed from side to side.

Done with his teasing, he draped her legs over his shoulders and took her into his mouth. She cried out, grinding against him. He flicked his tongue against her clit, bringing his hands around to cup her ass, holding her against his mouth. Her hips rolled, her hands falling from him to clutch the blanket next to her.

He moved lower, his tongue slipping inside her. Her honey coated his throat and he thrust his tongue in and out, mimicking sex. She gasped, lifting her hands to knead her breasts. It was so fucking hot, he almost spilled on the blanket.

That so wasn’t happening. No fucking way he was coming before she did. He moved back to sucking on her clit, forcing another cry from her. He thrust two fingers inside her. Her inner walls clenched. She was so wet and so tight, moisture flooded his hand.

He thrust his fingers in and out of her, continuing to suckle. Her back bowed off the blanket, her hips pressing against his mouth.

“I’m so close. Oh, God.” Her words were a high-pitched wail. He flicked her clit faster.

She exploded, her muscles spasming around his fingers, a scream torn from her throat. Her thighs clenched around his head, squeezing. He held her against him and continued to tease her through her orgasm. She bucked and writhed, incoherent words falling from her lips. Tremors shook her entire body, her heels digging into his back.

Slowly, her muscles unclenched, her ragged breathing loud in the quiet stillness. He pulled his fingers from her and she whimpered. A sound he found highly erotic. Then he gave her one last lick, sending a final tremor through her, and pulled away. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of her. Tart and sweet and highly addictive.

He crawled up her body, trailing kisses along her soft flesh. On the way by, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. She gasped. But, was done teasing her, so he continued his trail of kisses upwards until he was staring down at her. He brushed a soft kiss against her lips.

Her eyes were closed. “I think you killed me.” Her voice was low and throaty. Very sex-kittenish. Very sexy.

He chuckled, although he could hear the underlying strain in the sound, and brushed another gentle kiss on her lips.

She cracked her eyes open, a lazy, contented smile stretching across her beautiful face, and reached down to cup him. A groan rumbled deep in his chest. She wrapped her fingers around him and pulled his foreskin back and then began pumping in a steady rhythm. Her thumb brushed through the wetness at the tip on every up stroke. His abs clenched with every swirl on the sensitive head.

“Baby, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna…” He covered her hand with his, stopping her movement.

She pouted—actually pouted at him.

He smiled, even though every cell in his body was ready to burst. “I want to finish inside you.”

Her pupils were blown wide, her eyes dark and full of desire. “I want that, too.”

Nodding, he moved to his knees and reached into the pocket of his jeans. He pulled out a condom and sent a silent thanks to Jake. It had only taken Mason a few minutes to find the stash of condoms Jake had in his room. He never thought he’d be thankful his baby brother was a man-whore.

He rolled to his feet, kicked off his running shoes, and then pulled off his socks, jeans, and underwear. Tearing off the foil wrapper covering the condom, he sheathed himself, giving his cock a couple of long, hard strokes. Grace’s gaze was glued to the movement.

Before he could move, she scrambled to her knees, running her hands up his thighs. The feel of her hot hands on his skin, so close to his cock, made his muscles clench. She brushed her fingers against his scars and he flinched.

They didn’t hurt anymore, but they were ugly. Not only did he have the burn scars, but he also had one from his broken femur. They’d used screws and pins to put the bone back together and it had left a pretty large and nasty scar.

Grace leaned in and placed a soft kiss against the big, ugly surgery scar. “So brave. So strong.” There was admiration and wonder in her quiet words. She trailed kisses down the length of it. She wrapped her hand around his hip, brushing her fingers gently against the ugly, red, puckered skin.

His chest tightened, like she’d reached past his rib cage and squeezed his heart in a tight fist. Tears pricked the back of his eyes. He tilted his head back so she couldn’t see, and blinked them back furiously. There was no fucking way he was crying.

It only took a moment to get a grip on his runaway emotions, and then he dropped to his knees. She had a dreamy look on her face, one he was also not ready to deal with, so he pulled her against him, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.

Her mouth opened, and he thrust his tongue inside, hers coming out to spar. This wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a teeth hitting, tongues battling, trying-to-suck-the-breath-out-of-each-other’s-lungs type of kiss. She climbed onto his lap and straddled him, bringing her bare, hot, wet core up against his cock.

Mason groaned and skimmed his hands back down to cup her ass. This position was so much better now that they were both naked. He squeezed her flesh, pulling her right against him and grinding his cock against her.

She broke off the kiss with a gasp and lifted up, reaching between them to wrap her fingers around his erection. She guided him to her entrance, pressing down, so that he slipped inside her, just an inch or so.

He groaned, his fingers digging into the fleshy globes of her ass. She was so tight he was ready to explode. The urge to thrust into her, finish this, was almost overwhelming, but he held back. He refused to do that to her. He wanted her to take the lead, go at her own pace.