another, the more
this just feels right.
Mason hesitates, so I
take over for a minute, reaching behind my back and unclasping my bra. I let it
dangle from my shoulders, loose but still mostly in place as I wait for Mason’s
reaction.
Before I know it, he’s on
top of me, my bra is off and the heat of his mouth brings my skin to life as he
slides his lips over my collar bone down to the space between my breasts.
“Mmm,” I hum, savoring
the attention of his lips as his fingers close in over the fabric at the top of
my pants.
Mason stops a moment and
looks up at me, as if he’s waiting for permission.
My heart is in my throat,
and I’m having a hard time swallowing it back down as the mixture of excitement
and tenderness emanates from his eyes.
I nod and Mason unbuttons
and unzips my pants. He pulls them down eagerly, slipping them all the way down
and off my legs.
Mason takes this
opportunity to kiss my knees, my thighs. Every patch of skin those lips greet
seems almost to ignite in a new flood of pleasure.
He comes up to my red,
cotton panties, and he teases my sensitive skin just outside where I’m covered.
I’m arching my back, half of me hoping he takes his time while the other half
just wants him to tear off my underwear and put himself inside, the back and
forth only adding to my desire.
“You sure you don’t want
to—” he starts, looking up at me again.
“We’ll figure it out
later,” I tell him. “Just don’t stop what you’re doing.”
There’s no easy way to
tell whether this feeling is so mesmerizing because it’s been a while for me or
because he’s just that accomplished at foreplay, and right now, I’m all about
finding out.
With the index finger of
his right hand, he brushes the fabric a little to one side, exposing my
meticulously-trimmed center. He doesn’t waste any time.
His tongue sends jolts of
liquid electricity through every part of me, and I’m already trying to catch my
breath.
This is all happening so
fast.
I’m grabbing my breasts,
rocking my hips. My body goes on its own, growing ever more receptive to Mason’s
magnetic touch.
His mouth settles over my
clit and he gently tongues, sucks and teases me while the world moves beneath
me.
Mason’s lips brush over
my lower lips, and he slides a finger inside before returning his mouth to my
sensitive bud.
“Do you have a condom?” I
ask through a thick wall of breath.
“Yeah,” he whispers and
he gets up, walks over to his dresser and opens the top drawer.
Me, I’m just taking these
next few moments to try and catch my breath.
My muscles are gelatin,
and I feel like I’m slowly sinking through the bed toward the center of the
Earth.
Mason produces a condom
from within the dresser drawer and he walks back over to the side of the bed,
removing every last bit of clothing in the process.
He’s rigid and throbbing
in front of me, and I reach out, wrapping my fingers around him, feeling the
warmth of his hardness which, soon enough, will be inside of me.
I glance up at Mason to
gauge his reaction and his head is tilted back to where I can’t see his eyes.
He’s breathing hard, his skin on fire.
I can’t remember ever
feeling this eager, and I take his first few inches into my mouth, slowly
working my tongue over the underside of his shaft.
My free hand finds its
way between my legs, and I slip it under my panties to the hot wetness underneath.
I hum contentedly as I
hungrily suck him. I keep sucking him until I can’t take it anymore and I pull
back. Lying back down, I pull my panties down below my knees, which I bend,
letting go of the fabric and allowing it to fall off of me.
“Now,” I tell him.
His mouth is open and
he’s smiling through heavy breath.
Mason takes the condom
out of the wrapper and puts it on his sizeable member. I prop myself up on my
elbows and watch him move between my legs.
I can hardly bear the
anticipation as he leans forward, putting his hands on the bed, one to
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