Chapter 6 Mason #2
I slid a finger inside of her, feeling her clench around me as I circled her clit, making her arch her back in pleasure, before sucking it into my mouth. She reached down, burying her fingers in my hair, as if she could force me in deeper, harder.
I could feel her getting closer to an orgasm, and I placed my second hand over her stomach, pressing down lightly as I worked a second finger inside of her.
Fuck, I was so hard. It felt like I could come in my pants like a goddamn teenager just from eating her out.
Feasting on her like she were the most delicious meal I’d ever had. Goddamn. I wouldn’t last long.
But I needed her to come. Needed to feel her clenching around me, to have her come all over my fingers.
Pumping my fingers in her harder, I sucked at her clit, and a small cry slipped from her lips.
“That’s it,” I hummed against her clit. “Come for me. Soak my beard with your cum, darlin’.”
“Ohmygod,” she cried. “Mason. I’m so close, I—”
She detonated, coming on a cry, her insides convulsing around my fingers. I couldn’t stop myself from working her through it, fucking her with my fingers as I pressed down on her abdomen, licking up every drop that leaked from her pussy.
She collapsed back onto the blanket, panting roughly, draping her arm over her eyes as her chest rose and fell rapidly. “I’ve never—” She sucked in a lungful of air. “It’s never been like that before.”
Emily let out a small whimper as I pulled my fingers out of her, before sucking them into my mouth and cleaning off her taste from my skin.
Her breath caught as I groaned at the flavor on my tongue, reaching down to squeeze my cock through the denim.
Fuck. My cock throbbed in my jeans. Had I ever been this hard before? I didn’t think so.
I propped myself up on my arms, climbing above her and caging her in. “It hasn’t for me, either,” I admitted. She was so beautiful like this, a light dusting of pink all over her body, perfectly flushed from my ministrations.
Her eyes widened. “But…”
Dropping a soft kiss on her lips, I shook my head.
“I don’t want to talk about anyone else right now,” I said, kissing her harder, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
She moaned as my tongue stroked over hers, squirming underneath me, and I tried to ignore my dick aching, desperate to be inside of her.
Down, boy. No way I was losing my manners now. I knew how to treat a girl, and Emily deserved to be treated right.
Adjusting our positions until we were face to face on the blanket, I pulled her into me. “Are you warm now?” I asked, running my hands up her ribs.
“Mmm.” She arched her back like a cat, stretching out and pushing her nipples towards me. Fuck me, I wanted to put my mouth on them all over again. To cup those perfect handfuls. “Very warm.”
“Good.” I kissed her forehead. “Mission accomplished.”
She let out a weak laugh. “Thank you.” Her green eyes blinked up at me, and for a second, it was easy to ignore how my erection pressed against the zipper of my jeans, because she took my breath away. “I still don’t know why you’re here,” she admitted.
For you. I ignored the question, reaching out to cup her face. “You’re so beautiful,” I told her instead. She shut her eyes as I caressed her cheek, unable to keep my hands off of her. “So young. So sweet. So totally off-limits.”
“No one has to know,” she whispered, reaching for the button of my jeans. I placed my hand over hers, stilling her. “I… I want you.” Her eyes connected with mine. That deep shade of green, like the forest pines outside, had me in a trance.
How could I tell her no? I couldn’t.
“Emily,” I groaned as she pushed the button out of the hole, unzipping my pants and shoving them and my boxers down until my cock sprang free.
Fuck. Me. Emily was a little vixen. One I hadn’t expected, not one bit.
Her eyes widened as she took me in. “Do you think it’ll fit?” Her hand wrapped around my length, and she darted her head down, running her tongue over the tip, licking off the pre-cum. “I want this inside me.” She looked at me as she took me into her mouth.
“Fuck, Em,” I groaned, thrusting a hand into her hair as she tried to take me in deeper. “I’m going to come way too fast if you do that.”
Pulling off, she fluttered her eyelashes. “Do you not want to?”
I cursed. How did I explain why I was about to be the equivalent of a fumbling virgin who couldn’t last? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been turned on. “I do, it’s just…”
“It’s been a while for me,” Emily blushed, like she could read my thoughts. “I haven’t slept with anyone in months.”
I cleared my throat. “Same. It’s been…” I grimaced.
Even before the divorce, my ex-wife and I had been growing apart.
It had been a while since we’d slept together, where I felt like I was sleeping in my bed next to a stranger.
Shutting my eyes, I shook away the thought.
I didn’t want to think about her right now.
Not with this beautiful woman in front of me, practically begging to suck my cock.
“Hey.” Her voice was soft. “It’s okay.”
I opened my eyes to find her looking at me with so much care, so much compassion, that my heart nearly burst out of my chest. There was no pity there, however. Just pure desire. When was the last time someone had looked at me like this?
Sweeping her up into my arms, I lifted her into the air as I stood off the floor. “If we’re doing this, Em, I’m not fucking you for the first time on the floor.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing a kiss to my throat, sucking my skin into her mouth.
Fuck. There was no way I was going to last.