Last night, he’d mentioned how he’d fantasized various ways he’d love to torment her, and he’d seen the way her eyes had brightened at the thought. Damn, there were so many ways he wanted to bring her to pleasure.
Pursing his lips, he blew a soft stream of air across her nipple, loving the way it puckered even more. Loving the way she shivered. Her legs shifted, tensing and squeezing his hips. Her shoulders pressed back and her hands curled into fists in his hair.
The tug of pain in his scalp pulled a low growl from his chest, and he extended his tongue in a swift little flick over her pink bud.
Her fists tightened even more and he laughed. Teasing her was more enjoyable than he’d expected, but he wanted more. And he knew she did too. “Don’t say you’ve suddenly gotten shy about telling me what to do,” he taunted gently.
Her gaze narrowed as her tongue slid across her lower lip. “Take me in your mouth.” Her voice was firm and hot.
“With pleasure,” he murmured as he closed his mouth over her breast. He sucked hard on her flesh and she arched off the floor, giving him more. Demanding more.
The next draw of his mouth was accompanied by the edge of his teeth sinking gently into her softness. The sound she made in response went straight to his painfully hardened cock, making it swell and throb against her cleft. He reached down between them to run his palm along his length in a hard stroke before he adjusted himself to a better angle within his breeches. Then he aligned himself with her core once again and gave a rolling thrust that had her lips lifting off the floor.
Ah, if she were fully naked right now, that thrust would have put him inside her. Just the thought hardened him to nearly bursting. Releasing her breast, he clenched his back teeth to keep himself from coming, but nothing could stop him from giving another hard thrust.
Fuck. He needed to stop before he lost it. Gathering every bit of self-control he still possessed, he lifted his hips away.
With a ragged sound of protest, she released his hair and reached down to grab his arse in both hands. Tilting her hips toward him, she whispered a raw command, “Don’t stop.”
Groaning, he tensed his buttocks to rock into her again. Heavy. Hard. Grinding against her core.
Her knees bent alongside his hips as she pressed her bare feet into the floor, leveraging herself to receive more of him. A pretty pink flush covered her chest and crept up her throat. Her nipples were tight buds, and though he enjoyed tormenting her there, he suddenly needed the taste of her mouth.
Trailing a path up her neck with his tongue and teeth, he nipped sharply at her jaw before claiming her parted lips with a bold thrust of his tongue.
She welcomed the invasion, sucking his tongue deeper into her mouth. Drawing on him in a way that had him thinking of her tight, hot sex doing the same to his cock. His groan was heavy as his blood rushed south. Grinding his hips in a circular motion against her, he forgot any reason to hold back.
She arched and writhed. Her hands stayed firmly gripping his arse, keeping him in place, demanding the relentless rhythm of his hips pumping between her thighs.
His stomach dipped and his balls tightened with an approaching climax.
He should stop. He wasn’t going to.
Deliriously intent upon claiming her own pleasure, she wouldn’t have allowed him to anyway. The rough little gasping breaths she released into his mouth told him she was close, though he would have known it anyway by her tightly squeezed eyes and the heated wetness soaking into his breeches.
Rocking, thrusting, circling his hips. The pleasure built high inside him, twisting through his core, threatening his control.
Who was he kidding? He’d lost control a long time ago.
Everything in him was clamoring to be inside her, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away from her enough to remove their clothing. All he could do was rut over her, directing his cock along her covered sex, over and over, until she fell apart.
And when she did, it was a heart-stopping sight.
One moment she was tangling her tongue with his in frantic ardor. In the next, she pulled away with a sharp arch of her back. Her jaw tensed and her nostrils flared. The fingers gripping his buttocks curled into claws as she held him tight against her and rocked herself in short, fierce little movements.
A gasp caught in her throat as her eyes opened and her gaze slammed hard into his. Her lashes fluttered as though she’d close her eyes again. “No,” he growled brutally. “Look at me as you come.”
And she did. Through the painful squeeze of her thighs and the slow moan that slid from her throat. As her body shuddered beneath him and a rush of wet heat bathed his throbbing length.
Mason had never witnessed anything so blasted erotic.
His balls tightened with an approaching climax. He froze, sucking a hard breath and clenching his teeth to hold it at bay. He could just imagine what she’d think of him if he released his seed into his breeches while pumping between her thighs. Though pleasure pulsed through him in heavy waves, he forcefully denied the culmination. Drawing from the deepest parts of himself, he miraculously held it off.
Once he was sure the threat had passed, he looked down to see her staring up at him with the haze of pleasure still clouding her gaze. He pressed a hot, slow, open-mouthed kiss to her parted lips.
She was so soft and warm beneath him. Her body languid and receptive. Though his body shook in want of release and his balls twisted with the agony of denial, he hummed low from the pleasure of having her satiated body beneath him.
But he had only a moment to enjoy it before she tensed and
