With a warm, wet cloth and medicine in hand, he returned to Shelby to find her in the exact same position as he’d left her.
“This may hurt, pet. I’ll try to be gentle.”
She moaned as he started to clean the sweat from her back, but he was careful not to irritate her skin too much.
“You did very well tonight, Shelby. I know I’ve already praised you, but it bears repeating.”
“Thank you.”
He tossed the washcloth to the side and hit the button on the ceiling fan remote to help dry her back before applying the ointment. She shivered lightly, and he caressed her arm as they waited. When her skin was no longer damp, he flicked the lid on the tube.
“You doing okay?”
“Yes, Master.”
His chest tightened as he smeared the medicine on her marks. She’d wear them for several days, but Emory hadn’t broken her skin. Good thing. If he’d made his Shelby bleed, Mason would have returned the favor.
His Shelby?
He swallowed and escaped that longing thought to focus on his task. When she was sufficiently covered, he wiped his fingers on the cloth and moved to the other side of the bed to turn down the covers. He stripped before scooting her to the exposed sheets and sliding into bed beside her, tucking them both in.
Because he couldn’t help himself, he touched her cheek as she burrowed closer to him. “So beautiful,” he whispered.
She kissed his neck and slid her leg over his hip. Lightning flashed in his groin when her knee grazed his dick, bringing it instantly to life. In her position, she was open to him, knowledge his body couldn’t ignore. His hand found her hip and pulled her closer to him as his mouth descended to hers. She moaned, and he ate it up, possessing her mouth with a need so profound it rocked him to his core.
So he kissed her, massaged her tongue with his, inhaled her breaths, made love to her mouth while his hands swept over her body, discovering areas that were unorthodox erogenous zones. Beside her bellybutton, in the crook of her hip, along her waist, between her breasts. All the while he ravished her mouth, his kiss becoming impatient, which belied the gentleness of his exploration of her body.
When she groaned and thrust her hips toward him, he answered her call by rolling them until he loomed over her. He trailed kisses down her neck, and she clutched at his back. It had been a long time since he’d had sex with another woman, even longer since he’d done so without topping. His inner Dom usually demanded it, but right now, he just wanted to be with her. No restraints, no kink.
“Oh God,” she breathed when he reached her breast and tongued her nipple. She arched into him, and he sucked it into his mouth. He devoured her offering, her whimpers and moans fueling him. When he released it, he dove for her other nipple, not letting her rest. Shelby fisted his hair as he worshiped her with his mouth. He shivered at the feel of her hands on him, a sensation he wasn’t sure he’d ever experience without instinctively reacting.
“Shelby.” He moved down, peppering kisses in his wake. The lower he went, the more her heady scent surrounded him. He could get drunk on her and love every second of it. He licked along the side of her labia, taking his time circling her pussy, inhaling her ambrosia. He knew when his tongue connected with her core he wouldn’t be able to go slow. He was already about to lose his mind for wanting her.
“P-please.”
That was all it took. He wanted to take his time with her, but her needs came first. She would never have to beg him to tend to her. Not ever. He licked up her center and growled and how good she tasted. The hands in his hair tightened, and yes, he ravished her. There had never been any doubt. He licked, nipped, stabbed his tongue inside of her while she became restless beneath him. He shoved her legs wider and pushed two fingers inside of her. He bent his fingers, rubbed the sweet spot vigorously, and sucked on her clit until her whimpers became screams.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling away and fumbling in the nightstand drawer for a condom. He ripped it open and rolled in on before she came down from her high. He had to have her now. “I can’t wait.”
He thrust into her clenching pussy, and she gasped at the sudden intrusion. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He pulled almost all the way out and forged in again, looking down, watching where their bodies were connected, the image too powerful to ignore.
“Maso—Master.”
His gaze sought hers when she’d almost said his name. She’d corrected herself before finishing it, but he didn’t know how he felt about that. He’d tossed her out the last time she’d called him by his name while being intimate. Now, he regretted her not saying it. Any Dom could be a Master. His business partners were all titled that at the club, but there was only one Mason in her life. It was another intimate level, another connection to make, one he was surprised he coveted.
He pushed those thoughts away and focused on the here and now. He held her to him, and she wrapped her arms around his back as he continued to take her. He tried controlling his thrusts, but it was so damn difficult with her breathing in his ear, clutching him like she couldn’t get enough.
She hooked her leg on his hip, so he grabbed her knee and pushed her wider. He ground his pelvis into
