He sucks gently on my clit, and I lose all train of thought. The groan he makes against me nearly sends me over the edge by itself.
Heat crashes through me so hard my vision blurs. I can’t think. Can’t breathe. There’s only his mouth and the unbearable pressure building tighter and tighter until I’m shaking with it.
Then his fingers curl inside me and I break.
A cry tears out of me as the orgasm hits, sharp and endless, my back arching off the mattress while wave after wave wrecks me. Mason keeps me there through all of it, holding me steady while I come apart in his hands and on his tongue.
“There you are,” he murmurs, voice rough against my skin, nibbling around my clit. “You sound so pretty when you come for me.”
I feel another surge rush through me, and I cry out again. When it finally eases, I collapse back against the sheets, chest heaving. Mason presses a slow kiss to the inside of my thigh, wrecked-looking himself.
“One,” he says calmly, kissing my other thigh.
I frown down at him, still shaking. “One?”
His eyes lift to mine, dark and dangerous. “Pretty girl, I’m nowhere near done with you.”
67
MASON
She's sensitive now, her body still trembling from the first orgasm, but I'm gentle this time. Soft, teasing kisses that make her whimper. I explore every inch of her with my tongue—learning what makes her gasp, what makes her moan, what makes her hips roll up to meet my mouth.
“You taste so fucking good,” I tell her between licks. “I could do this all night.”
Her head thrashes on the pillow, her blond hair wild. “Mason—I can't—it's too much?—”
“Yes, you can.” I slide a finger inside her, moving it in and out slowly. I lift my head, watching, replacing my tongue with my thumb. When I feel her relax, I add another finger, pushing into her tightness, curling them to find that spot that makes her see stars.
Her moan is guttural. She raises her arms over her head, her back arched.
I hum, so turned on I can’t see straight. “Give me another one, pretty girl. I want to feel you come on my tongue.”
With my free hand, I reach up to tweak her hard nipple as I suck her clit harder this time, my fingers pumping in and out ofher in a steady rhythm. She's so wet I can hear it, and the sound makes my dick throb painfully in my jeans.
She arches up suddenly, screaming as she comes again, harder this time, her entire body shaking with the force of it. I lap up everything she gives me, groaning against her as she pulses around my fingers. Fuck, I could get addicted to this—to the taste of her, the sounds she makes, the way she completely surrenders to the pleasure.
When she finally goes limp, I kiss my way back up her body. Her eyes are glazed, her lips parted, her chest heaving.
“Two,” I murmur against her mouth, letting her taste herself on my lips.
She shakes her head. “I don't think I can?—”
“You can.” I slide my hand between her thighs again, and she's so wet my fingers glide easily inside her. “Want me to show you?”
I start with two fingers, pumping slowly while I watch her face. She's still sensitive, still trembling, but her body responds immediately—her hips rolling up to meet my hand.
“That's it,” I tell her. “Take what you need.”
I add a third finger, stretching her carefully, and she gasps. “Too much?” I ask.
“No.” She moves with the rhythm of my hand. “It's—I need?—”
“This.” I curl my fingers inside her. Her walls clench around me. She’s going to grip my dick so good when I finally get inside her. I pump my fingers faster, my thumb finding her clit, and she's climbing again. I can see it in the way her body tenses, in the way her breathing becomes ragged.
“Yeah.” I kiss her, my eyes open because I don’t want to miss a second of her pleasure. “Come for me and I’ll give you more. I’ll give you all of me.”
She shatters for the third time, her body clamping down on my fingers as she screams my name. I work her through it, drawing out every last tremor, until she's boneless and panting beneath me.