Fuck.
The heat of her mouth is unreal. Soft and wet and careful in a way that somehow feels more erotic than anything else we’vedone. She licks along the underside of my shaft and my entire body locks up.
“Yeah.” I hold her hair out of the way so I can see her eyes. “Just like that.”
Confidence flashes across her face at the praise.
Then she gets bolder. Her lips close around the head of my dick while her tongue swirls slow and teasing, and a groan tears out of me before I can stop it. My grip tightens reflexively in her hair.
“Take more.” I hold myself ruthlessly fight the urge to push into her. “That’s it. Use your hand, Lily girl.”
She listens. Of course she fucking listens.
One hand wraps around the base of me while she takes me deeper, and the sight alone nearly kills me. Lily crouched between my legs, looking up at me through those hazel eyes while her mouth works my dick like she was made for it. Sweet. Hot. Mine.
“That’s my pretty girl.” I groan, fisting the sheets under me to keep from grabbing her. “Fuck, your mouth feels incredible.”
She sucks me harder, hollowing her cheeks, dragging her tongue exactly where it makes my hips jerk. Every little sound I make only encourages her more, until she’s moving with this slow, confident rhythm that has me seconds from losing control completely.
“Lily.” My voice comes out strained. Warning her. Begging her. “I’m close.”
She moans around me and the vibration hits me like a bullet.
“Fuck.” My hand tightens in her hair while my other has the bed in a death grip. “You’re gonna make me come, Lily girl.”
Her eyes flick up to mine again as she takes me deeper, and that’s it. That’s fucking it.
I break with a groan ripped straight from my chest, pleasure hitting so hard my vision whites out around the edges. She keepsher mouth on me through it, taking everything I give her while I completely lose my goddamn mind beneath her hands.
When it finally eases, I’m breathing like I just survived a gunfight. Lily pulls back slowly, lips swollen, eyes smoldering with satisfaction, and Christ—that look on her face might finish me off all over again.
“Come here,” I growl, hauling her up before she can even think about moving away.
70
LILY
Mason’s hands take my hips, moving me all the way up his body. I realize what he's doing a second before he pulls me forward to straddle his face.
“My turn.” His voice is raspy and rough, just like the feel of his jaw against my inner thighs. His hands tighten on my hips as he draws me down to his mouth. “I want to taste you. I want to feel you come on my tongue.”
The first touch of his tongue makes me gasp, jerking up.
He holds me fast, keeping me right where he wants me. “More. I want all of you.”
I sink down fully, and his mouth is everywhere—licking, sucking, devouring me like he's starving. The position makes me feel exposed and vulnerable, but fuck it’s hot. I surrender to it, arching my back, crying out when his fingers pluck at the tips of my breasts.
His tongue circles my clit, then flicks it rapidly. His hand leaves my hip to slide two fingers inside me, and I cry out at how incredible it feels.
“That's it.” He sucks me into his mouth and then lets go. “Ride my face. Take what you need.”
I do. I rock my hips, grinding against his mouth, chasing the pleasure building inside me. His fingers pump in and out, his tongue and lips working my clit with devastating precision, and I'm climbing so fast I can barely breathe.
“Come for me, Lily,” he says, his voice muffled. “Let me feel it.”
I shatter. The orgasm tears through me, intense and blinding, stealing my breath. My thighs shake, my hands grip the headboard for balance, and he doesn't stop—he keeps licking, keeps sucking, drawing out every wave until I'm boneless and trembling.
When I finally collapse beside him, he pulls me into his arms, holding me close. We're both breathing hard, both wrung out, both completely satisfied.