He steps closer and bites my lip gently before swiping his tongue across it and giving me a kiss. “I have condoms by the bed. I’d much rather use those than have a repeat of earlier.”
A rare glimpse of vulnerability shines in his eyes.
Is he worried I’ll say no? And is that worry based more on the ache in his dick or a real fear of rejection?
Either way, it’s unfounded. He’s already delivered two mind-bending orgasms, while only accepting a paltry hand job for himself.
While I’m not entirely opposed to his proposal of eating me all night long, having stroked the hard length of his cock until he came, albeit with his hand wrapped around mine, I’m eager to feel what he can do with it inside me.
Stepping in close to him, he finally stays still long enough for me to wrap my arms around his soapy torso, press up on my toes, and pull his mouth to mine. “Yes, please,” I breathe against his mouth before kissing him again.
He takes over the kiss, dominating me again in the best way. One of his hands leaves my body, and the water shuts off.
Ending the kiss, his chest heaving, he smiles down at me. “C’mon.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Mason
I swipe a towel off the heated towel bar and wrap it around Viola, barely able to believe my luck.
I’m going to fuck this woman tonight. And tomorrow. And as many times as she’ll let me.
I kiss her again, unable to contain myself. It’s all I can do to keep from hoisting her against the wall and driving inside her right now. She’s slick and tight and hot and so ready for me. And the way she responds to my kisses with those hot, breathless sounds, opening for me so beautifully, it’s a good thing I’ve already made her come twice, because I know once I get inside her, my control will be shredded.
Grabbing another towel, I get as much water off me as I can in a few quick swipes, tangle my fingers with Viola’s and tow her to the bed.
She stumbles behind me, letting out that adorable giggle, only this time it ends in a snort. Stopping in my tracks, I turn slowly to face her, unable to hold back my own smile. I hope she doesn’t think I’m laughing at her, but she’s too damn cute for her own good. “Did you just snort?”
She has her free hand over her mouth, her cheeks bright pink, and she does it again—that adorable giggle ending in a snort. She waves her hand in front of her face and shakes her head, her lips clamped together to try to hold back her hilarity. “I can’t help it.” Then she giggles again. And just when I think there’s not going to be another snort, there it is.
“Oh my god,” she wails, clearly embarrassed, her hand now covering her eyes.
I pull her close, wrapping our twined hands behind her back, my dick trapped between us, hard and ready.
“Viola.” I pitch my voice low, seductive. “Look at me.”
She spreads her fingers and peeks out.
I bump my hips into hers, grinding her onto my cock. “Feel that? That’s all for you. There’s not a lot you could do right now that would make it go away, okay?”
She nods, her lips still clamped together. But she responds when I kiss her, just like always, her hand finally falling away from her face.
Turning us, I nudge her back till she sits on the bed, then I reach for a condom. Without preamble, I rip open the packet and roll on the latex while Viola stares hungrily the whole time.
Yessss. That’s the reaction I want from her.
The same look she had earlier when I took off my clothes, that hungry, lustful look like she’s just aching to be filled.
Which works well for me, because I’m aching to be the one filling her.
She scoots herself back on the bed, abandoning her towel, propping herself on her elbows as she watches me crawl over her, making room for me between her thighs.
“You ready?” I ask as I line myself up, dragging the tip of my cock around and over her folds.
“Ungh,” is all she gets out, her head dropping back between her shoulders.
“I need words, Viola,” I whisper.
“I love it when you say my name,” she whispers back.
“Viola,” I repeat, and wait for her to lift her head and open those lust-drunk blue eyes. “You ready for me?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t think I’ve ever been ready for you, Mason. But if you don’t fuck me right now, I think I might die of anticipation.”
I drag my cock over her clit once more, then notch myself in her opening, pressing forward a fraction with my hips. She pulls her legs back more, opening herself for me, giving herself over to whatever I want to do to her.
For whatever twisted reason, it only makes me want to drag this out more. She hisses when I pull all the way out, then press just the head of my dick inside her once more, playing this juvenile game of just the tip until her eyes open in murderous slits. “God dammit, Mason. What the fuck are you doing to me?”
She gasps as I slide all the way inside her in one hard stroke, her muscles clenching all around me, and I hold still to give us both time to adjust. “Ruining you,” I whisper against her ear, then take the earlobe into my mouth.
She shivers under me, that delicious reaction compounded by the fact that I’m balls deep inside her, and I can feel that shiver everywhere.
Oh, yes. This thing between us is going to be amazing.
It already is.
I wake up to Viola slipping out from under my arm, but I catch her by the wrist and tug her back to me. “Where are you going?” Cracking my
