When his teething and teasing brought me to a feverous pitch, he stopped, pulling back and grabbing onto my skirt. Led by instinct, I lifted my ass up off the counter to make it easier for him and my skirt swiftly came off along with my panties.
He tossed them carelessly to the side, looked at my swollen * and then grinned at me, practically salivating. “You’re soaking wet.” He placed a finger on my clit and then slid it down the side of my labia, gathering moisture. He brought his finger to his lips and sucked on it. “Delicious,” he said with immense satisfaction. “Just like I thought. So fucking sweet. You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of this moment. And now that it’s finally real, I’m going to enjoy every fucking second.”
The intensity in his words and eyes left me breathless with anticipation. He bent over, bringing his face level with my quivering mound and inhaled. The look of satisfaction that spread across his face as he savored the smell of me made me shiver.
Without warning, he went to town on me like a starving animal, his lips clamping down on my *, sucking and slurping up my juices.
“Oh god,” I cried, my back arching and my thighs trembling around his face. I wasn’t prepared for the sensation of his mouth on me. I’d never felt anything like it in my life.
Keeping his powerful jaws clamped down on my *, he penetrated me with his finger. Slurping and smacking noises filled my ears as he slid his finger in and out. I placed my hands on either side of his head, gripping his hair for support, my whole body shuddering.
He started alternating between sliding his finger inside me, and rubbing my clit with his thumb. It was like he was strumming a guitar, working his dexterous fingers like a pro until I began to see stars. I could hardly stand it, my limbs contracting and shuddering.
I could already begin to feel a fiery tempest of pleasure building inside of me, and it grew faster and more powerful with each passing second.
Mason looked up at me, his eyes blazing with intensity as he used his powerful jaws and lips to bore down on my clit with incredible force.
My thighs started to tremble uncontrollably, and I let out a loud yell as I came all over his fingers and in his mouth.
Mason was relentless, and he kept his mouth clamped down on me, eagerly taking everything I had while I was rocked by jolt after jolt of pleasure.
When it was over, he stood up and grinned at me, his full lips glistening. There was pure confidence in his gaze, as if he knew he’d just given me something I would never forget.
“You weren’t lying,” I groaned, my thighs still quivering like Jell-O. “You really can do amazing things with those hands.”
Mason took his right forearm and slowly wiped the juices that he couldn’t lick up from his lips. “They’re good for more than slaving away on a keyboard.”
I glanced down at my legs, which wouldn’t stop trembling. I hadn’t fully came down yet, and I wasn’t sure how long it’d take for me to be ready — I’m sure Mason wasn’t quite done with me yet. “I don’t even know if I can stand yet.”
Mason growled, “If you can’t stand from that, you’re about to be bed-ridden after I’m done with you.”
My heart began pounding at his threat, just as it started to get a rest. I knew what was coming next, but I was still taken aback by the primal lust that raged in his face.
I knew then he was preparing to ravage me like some savage beast, and there was nothing I wanted more.
He raised his arms and I eagerly helped him pull his shirt and hoodie over his head, tossing them onto the kitchen floor. I marveled again at his torso, running my fingers across his abs, feeling the hard lines.
It was something I’d wanted to do for so long, and now that the time had finally come, I never wanted this moment to end. Mason was sex on two legs, and I savored the moment, knowing that he was finally all mine.
He started fumbling with the button of his jeans, preparing to release the monster that was held inside, when I reached out to stop him, grabbing the firm, huge bulge in his pants.
“No. Let me,” I said huskily, messaging his cock through the fabric of his jeans. It felt powerful. Huge and throbbing.
I wanted to taste him, to feel him shove himself down my throat. After all, he had given me more pleasure than I could imagine. It was my turn to return the favor.
He firmly pushed my hand away. “No. This is about you, not me. That’ll come later.” The promise of more burned in his eyes and a tremble went down my spine. Though I wanted to have his fat cock in my mouth, I wasn’t going to argue.
After how he’d practically made my entire body feel like Jell-O, what Mason wanted, Mason could have.
Before he slipped off his pants, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom.
I quirked an eyebrow, though I was happy he was prepared. “Seriously?”
Mason’s mischievous grin brought out his dimples. “What? I’m never unprepared.”