He drew a ragged breath, then came at me again with much more ferocity. He kissed me hard, pushing his tongue against mine, and slipped a hand up my back, under my tee. With a flick of his fingers, he’d undone my bra.
I silenced my nerves and insecurities, hoping it was all in my head, and focused on him instead. I pulled up his own tee, and he didn’t waste any time. He yanked it over his head before throwing it somewhere behind him, and I started unbuttoning his jeans.
My God, he was a sexy man. Spending half his life in Arizona had given him a tan he couldn’t get here in Washington. His chest was sculpted for his age and solid, and his chest hair was soft underneath my fingers.
“You’re wearin’ too much, Lis.”
“That’s a matter of opinion.”
He chuckled huskily and grazed his teeth along my neck. “Take off your fucking top,” he whispered. “I’ll show you there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
I shivered at the level of command in his voice and got it over with. I pulled my top, and my bra, over my head, and that was that. And Mason did calm me down. Or, his reactions to me did. He threw me down on the couch and dove for my breasts. When I tried to speak, he slapped a hand over my mouth and said, “Don’t ruin this with words.” So, the hand stayed there, over my mouth, while he kissed, kneaded, sucked, rubbed, pinched, and nipped at me.
He did away with my doubts without mercy—I didn’t stand a damn chance—and he replaced them with unbridled need and the urge to beg.
“Mason,” I whimpered.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you were made for me.” He finally removed his hand and sat back on his haunches. He stared at me as he pushed down his jeans and shifted a hand under his boxer briefs. “Take off the rest of your clothes, darlin’.”
Fine, sure, but I couldn’t just lie there the whole time. I didn’t work that way. “It’s my turn to have fun first.”
He quirked a brow and watched me get off the couch.
“Sit down properly,” I requested, dipping my fingers below the waistband of my shorts. He’d given me the boost of confidence I needed, so as soon as he was in position, I stepped out of my shorts and panties and sank to the floor between his legs.
I loved how evident the dark desire was in his eyes, and I didn’t have to twist his arm to get his jeans off. He lifted up a bit as I pulled them down, and then my gaze was fixed on his cock. Christ, he was big everywhere. I leaned forward and wrapped my fingers around him, and he drew in a deep breath through his nose.
“We don’t have anything to worry about, right?” I stroked him slowly, caressing the soft skin that stretched around his cock, and I brushed the pad of my thumb over the sensitive head.
He shook his head and cupped my cheek. “Not a damn thing on my end.”
“Good. Same here.” I closed the distance and gave the head of his cock a wet, openmouthed kiss. “I want to feel you without protection.”
He cursed through a shudder and wove his fingers into my hair along the back of my head.
Closing my eyes, I shut out the world for a moment and sucked him into my mouth. Whatever I could fit anyway. Long, unhurried movements, where I traced every ridge of him with my tongue. I’d forgotten how much I loved this. Now it was bringing me back to life, waking up a new hunger within me, and I made sure he could feel it.
His breathing patterns changed, and I sensed the urgency in him too.
“Fuck, that’s good.” In a burst of impatience, he worked my ponytail free of the rubber band and wrapped my hair around his fist. “That’s it. Keep sucking me.”
I clenched my thighs together and sucked him harder, feeling equally empowered and ready to worship. As I kneeled there on the floor for him, I became so fucking wet that I didn’t know what to do with myself. I needed him. I moaned around his cock at the first taste of his pre-come, and his thighs tensed up.
“Jesus,” he breathed. “You’re a little too good, darlin’. I’m ready to give you a kidney.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. All rational thought had left my brain, and the desire had pooled low. “I’m not interested in your kidney,” I said, climbing up his body. “Give me your cock, Mason.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Say that again.”
I kissed him softly and pressed the head of his cock between my legs. “Please give me your cock, Mason,” I whispered. “I need to feel you.”
He exhaled unsteadily and slid his hand between my legs too. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear those words.”
“Oh God.” I sucked in a sharp breath, and all I could focus on was his middle finger playing with me. He’d said something…something important. Waiting for me. Or something. He’d waited…?
“You’re soaked, Lis.” He slowly pushed that long, lone digit inside me and pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth. “Is this where you want my cock? You want me to fuck your perfect little pussy?”
I nodded quickly and let out a pleading noise.
“Lie down on your back.” He nipped at my bottom lip. “And spread those legs wide for me.”
Yes, sir!
I fell back against the couch and absently planted a hand over my lower stomach, but he wouldn’t have that.
“Don’t even.” He batted it away, then grabbed two of the back cushions and threw them behind the couch. They landed somewhere near the foot of the stairs. “No hiding, Lis. Not from me.”
“Okay.”
