Except…
That’s not what I do.
Kay squirms as much as the position allows—which isn’t much—as I ghost my fingers up the length of her leg, starting at her ankle and ending in the crease where her thigh meets her groin.
My hands curl around her hips, my thumbs meeting at the top of her pubic bone and dragging through her slit from top to bottom. Holy fuck, she’s soaked. Feeling how turned on she is from giving me pleasure has my dick stirring to life again.
Her swollen clit is on full display with her pussy lips spread open, begging for my attention.
“Eyes on me,” I instruct, leaning forward, holding my position just over the bundle of nerves until those graphite irises reveal themselves to me. The second they do, my lips surround her clit, teeth scraping along the oversensitive tissue as I tug it into my mouth.
Ambrosia. Sweet, addicting, tempting ambrosia is what she tastes like.
“Mase,” she pleads, back arching, shoulders pushing into the chair, searching for enough leverage to lift her center closer to my mouth.
I use my tongue to draw figure eights, lapping up every bit of her until I find her weeping center and thrust inside, mimicking what I plan to do after I have her coming all over my face.
My scalp burns as she yanks and twists my hair, her nails raking across the skin at the back of my neck.
“Come for me, baby,” I command when I feel the walls of her pussy flutter around my tongue. It takes considerable effort not to plunge my fingers inside her to push her over the edge, but if she’s going to be sore again tomorrow, it’s going to be from my cock.
The sound of her pleasure bounces off the walls when I bite down on her clit one more time and she tumbles into orgasm.
Her body doesn’t even get the chance to go limp before I’m shedding my pants and reclaiming the chair with her straddling my lap.
I cup her at the nape and pull her in for a crushing kiss, entering her at the same time our lips touch. The sound she makes as I bury myself inside her to the hilt is almost carnal enough to make me come.
“God, baby.” I pump my hips relentlessly, spurred on by each audible proof of her pleasure. “You feel so good.” She’s not the first to tell me she’s on the pill, but she’s the only woman I’ve actually taken bareback. Every time I get to have her without a barrier between us is better than the last.
“Mase.” Her voice hitches.
We pick up the pace, both chasing our oncoming orgasms. With a final slam of my hips, I come with a roar as she soaks me to the balls.
“I love you.” I breathe the words into the curve of Kay’s neck as she slumps forward, completely spent.
“I love you, too.”
I take heart in the fact that she didn’t hesitate in the least to return the sentiment. There’s still much to discuss to keep this—the Mase and Kay we are in private—safe from the outside world, but we can worry about that tomorrow. Tonight is for us.
#Chapter40
Leaving Kentucky is going to be difficult for me for a handful of reasons. For starters, I’m going to miss JT terribly. No amount of video-chatting can truly recreate what it’s like to hang out together in person. Also, it means returning to the place where the attention on Mase and me is a bajillion times greater.
God! I can’t even imagine what things are going to be like around campus tomorrow.
You know what? That’s a problem for future Kay. For now, present Kay is going to enjoy being wrapped up in the drool-worthy arms of her hunky boyfriend.
Enjoy? Guurrrlll…I don’t know about you, but that feels like too tame a word to describe what this feels like.
It’s not often my inner cheerleader and I are on the same page prior to coffee consumption, but she might be onto something this time. The way Mase holds me makes my heart flipping sing. It’s like even in sleep, he needs to assert his dominance. All his long, sinewy limbs coil around me like he never plans on letting me go.
Will he always feel this way? I squeeze my eyes shut against the negative thought hard enough to have spots dancing behind my eyelids. I can’t think like that. Mason said he doesn’t care what others have to say—we are the only two people in this relationship.
I want to believe him. I need to believe him. These last few weeks without him, I wasn’t living; I was merely existing. It was damn close to being a repeat of four years ago, and that is unacceptable. It may have been a silent one, but I made a promise to never put E and Bette through that again, and dammit, I intend to keep my word.
Not running away from Mase and what we share is the first step.
The obsidian ink of the tribal tattoo decorating the arm under me stands out in stark contrast against my paler skin. My fingers start to trace the lines and swirls down to his wrist.
“Mmm.” The contented sound rumbles in my ear. “I love when you do that, babe.”
A pleased smile curves my lips. “Good.” It is by far one of my favorite things to do. “Because I don’t think I could resist even if you didn’t.” I twist to place a kiss on the bicep under my head, the muscle jumping at my touch.
“You’ll get no complaints from me.” He squeezes his arms tighter around me, the scuff on his jaw setting off familiar sparks between my shoulder blades as he starts his own series of kisses. “Shower with me?”
How can I say no to that?
It is morning though…
As if hearing my internal thought, he shifts, slipping an arm under my knees and another behind my back, lifting me from the bed bridal
