Free Just One Spark by Jenna Bayley-Burke

hit the pillow beside his head. Her hips lifted off his, relieving him of the torturous pressure.
    He reveled in his new power, noting how her head tilted back as he shifted his concentration to her other breast. One hand plucked the nipple he’d just pleasured while he skimmed the other hand down her back to slide her panties over her sweet ass. Reaching between them, he tugged the material to her bent knees. He probably should worry about his own overabundance of clothing, but he just had to know how wet she was.
    He skimmed his fingers across her thin strip of hair and into her hot folds. Her slick heat told him she was ready. Primed. As if all he would have to do was curl his finger inside her and press her clit with his thumb…
    She exploded, pressing back against his hand as the spasms rocked her and her knees gave out. He prolonged it for as long as he could, matching the contractions with the pulsing of his finger.
    As they rolled onto their sides, he used his free hand to brush the hair from her face, watching as her breathing returned to normal.
    Her eyelids fluttered open slowly. “Could you stop now?” she asked hoarsely.
    Damn. He stilled his hand and pulled it from between them.
    She laughed huskily and caught his wrist. “That was cheating. Amazing, but I wasn’t supposed to cross the finish line alone.”
    “I didn’t know the rules,” he said, relieved they were still playing her game.
    The musky scent of her pleasure filled his lungs, igniting a craving he’d had since he’d seen her in the robe. He bent towards her, tasting her collarbone and the well between her breasts. He went farther, circling her belly button with his tongue.
    As he dipped lower, she stilled him. “It’s your turn.”
    “No, I cheated.” He looked up at her, watching her eyes as he parted her thighs. “I lose a turn. You get to go again.”
    She gave a naughty grin and propped herself up on her elbows. “Really, you don’t have to. I won’t be able to take another turn so soon.”
    “You think you can stop now?” he taunted and reached his arms beneath her legs. She gasped as his fingers parted her, exposing her to him. He breathed her in and then let the warm air from his mouth tickle her body. Her hips began to writhe out of his hand and he had no doubt this would be a pleasure for them both.
    Starting slow, he flattened his tongue against her opening and tasted all the way up. He slid his tongue up one side and down the other, taunting her bud with each pass. He savored her smooth nuances, testing for what drove her wild.
    Her breathing set his rhythm. He slid a finger inside and her smooth walls began to quiver. The comforter rose beside them as she tore at it with clenched fists. He swirled around her clit, timing the motion with her choppy breaths. As he sucked the hardened nub into his mouth, her back arched into him and she quaked around his finger.
    This time he didn’t drag it out. He simply withdrew and kissed his way up her body. He could wait, but not much longer. He paused, enjoying her breasts while he waited for her to come back to earth.
    As she massaged his scalp, he heard her sweet voice, now raspy. “After that performance, you can pretty much do anything you want with me.”
    He raised his head and looked into her eyes. “Anything?”
    “Anything.” She grinned, running her fingertips up and down the contours of his muscled chest and abs. “I’m completely entranced with you right now.”
    After stripping off his clothes, he lay back on the bed beside her and grinned. He knew exactly what he wanted. “I want to watch you come again.”
    Perhaps Mason hadn’t heard her offer to be his love slave. Not that she objected to an orgasm-induced coma, which was a lock after the way she’d practically blacked out during the last one. But she wanted to give as good as she’d gotten.
    The man’s tongue was positively lethal. Her gaze danced across his body, making her wish she left more lights