Chapter 9 Emily #2
“Mason—” I propped myself up on my elbows, ready to protest as he pulled my pajama bottoms off me, then my lacy panties next, but I couldn’t come up with a rebuttal as his tongue found my core. He kept licking me, letting out a pleasant hum that went straight to my clit. “Oh.”
Mason’s heated gaze swept over my naked body, and a shiver ran down my body at how intensely he was looking at me.
My middle was soft, and I had cellulite on my thighs, and I definitely didn’t look the same as I did in my perfectly posed social media photos, but he didn’t seem to care about any of that.
I blushed. “You really don’t have to—”
“It’s your turn,” he insisted. His blue eyes pierced me as he looked up at me from between my thighs. “You haven’t come yet, did you?”
I shook my head. “No.” My voice came out high, all breathy.
He pushed his middle finger inside me, and I let out a whimper. My fingers alone weren’t normally enough to get myself there, even if I was wetter than normal. But I couldn’t reach that spot inside me, not like Mason could.
“Fuckin’ soaked, huh, Em? Did sucking my cock turn you on?” He slipped a second finger inside, pumping into me a few times before pulling them out, his mouth positioning over my core. He blew lightly on my clit, and then I was lost in the pleasure.
“Mmmm,” was my only response as he speared my core with his tongue, thrusting it inside of me over and over.
He added his thumb, roughly applying pressure to my clit, and that was all it took.
“Yes,” I cried out, the orgasm hitting me hard.
Wetness coated my thighs, my body hot but satisfied as I dropped my head back, basking in the afterglow of my climax.
“I can’t get over how good you taste,” he said, pulling back, my release coating his mouth and beard.
His eyes were dark, almost black, as he licked me off his lips.
“Fucking perfect.” He stood up, towering over me on the table, and leaned down to kiss my lips in a lazy exploration of my mouth.
Mason stepped into the space between my thighs, grasping my hips until every inch of his body pressed up against me.
Shutting my eyes, I allowed myself to just enjoy his tongue stroking over mine.
Perfect. He was right. This was perfect.
Too perfect, because part of me never wanted it to end.
I’d never experienced sex like this before, a lover who was this passionate and giving, and some part of me wondered if I ever would again.
“How is it possible that you’re already hard again?” I practically moaned as he pressed his erection against me. I was probably soaking the front of his pants, still sensitive from my orgasm, but he looked completely unfazed.
He bit my lip. “It’s because you’re so fucking sexy, Emily.” God, my name on his lips did things to me. It made me want to take a risk. To stop caring about why it was a bad idea and only think about why it was a good one.
He ran his teeth down my throat. “So. Fucking. Edible.”
I fluttered my eyelashes. Reaching out, I slipped my hand between us, palming his length over his sweats. “I want you inside me.”
Shoving his pants and boxer briefs down, he ran his hand down his thick length. “You want this cock, huh, needy girl? Just had it in your mouth and now you need it inside your pretty pussy?”
I nodded, letting out a whine, giving him my best puppy-dog eyes. “Yes, please. I want that. Want you to mess up my insides—”
Mason cut me off with a deep thrust inside of me, sliding all the way to the hilt.
“Oh, God.” I groaned. “You feel so good.” My fingers gripped the edge of the table as he pulled out slightly before slamming it in again.
Each time he thrust inside, filling me completely, I let out a rough gasp that quickly turned into a low moan.
“Is this what you wanted?”
I nodded, crying out as wave after wave of bliss crashed over me. My eyes drifted shut, head falling back, digging my fingers into the wood, clutching the lip of the table.
He squeezed my thigh, sliding out until only the tip was left inside. “Eyes on me.” His hands gripped my hips as he slid in again, slowly this time. Like he was making me wait. “I want you to watch me while you come.”
Opening them, I found his deep blue eyes focused on me. I reached up for his face, sliding my hands over his dark beard.
He pressed a soft kiss to my lips, and then, with that punishing grip on my thighs, moved in earnest again, fucking me deep.
Outside, the world was a blizzard of white, and in here, it was just the two of us, indulging in each other’s bodies. The only sound besides the soft crackling from the fireplace was of skin on skin, each time we came together, and the little gasps and breathy noises I couldn’t seem to hold back.
“Ohmygod.” I was already hypersensitive from my first orgasm, and it wouldn’t take much more for me to come again. It was crazy how well he already seemed to know my body. Like he knew just where to touch me, quickly learning what made me cry out and honing his method.
“That’s right,” he told me. “Give it to me. Let me hear you. Every gasp, every moan, every whimper. They’re all mine.” He kissed me roughly, fucking me with his mouth the same way his cock ravaged my insides.
I could feel every punishing thrust inside me, every pump of his hips sliding me back against the table.
The only thing that kept me in place was Mason’s sturdy hands, that insane grip on my hips.
I slid my hands around his neck, clinging to his body, my hard nipples scraping against his chest with every roll of his hips as I tightened my inner muscles around him.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasped against my ear, his breath tickling the skin of my throat. “You’re going to make me come again.” I could feel him throbbing inside of me, how hard he’d gotten, like hot velvet steel.
“Not yet,” I moaned, clenching around him again, each tight squeeze making him let out a rough groan that had my nipples hard. “I don’t want this to be over yet.” It was too good.
“Touch your pretty little clit and make yourself come first,” Mason said, giving me a heated look. “I wanna feel that sweet little pussy clenching around my cock as I come.” His words were a rasp against my skin, so erotic and dirty, yet painting the most sensual picture of pleasure for me.
I squeezed my pussy at the instruction, reaching down between us until I found my clit.
Circling it with my pointer finger, I gathered up my arousal, rubbing it until I let out a soft cry.
Spreading my fingers apart into a v shape, I pushed them down until they were on either side of his thick cock, allowing me to feel every vein, every ridge as he moved in and out.
“Feel that?” he said. “Feel the way I’m fucking you?” Mason switched to short, shallow thrusts that sent sparks down my whole body.
Not even capable of words, just the chanting of his name, over and over and over again.
Mason, Mason, Mason.
I pressed the heel of my hand on my clit, grinding against it as I felt him disappear into my pussy, the way I was stretched out around him with his hard length practically ready to explode.
I let out a deep breath, feeling my orgasm coming on but not wanting it to hit yet, trying to savor each snap of his hips.
Each pump into me. Even the way his fingers dug into my hips, sure to bruise.
I wanted to remember every bit, the bliss he was bringing me.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he groaned as I tightened around him one last time, and then neither of us could hold back any longer.
He spilled inside of me as I let go, letting out a long moan, my insides fluttering around him.
I could feel the way I squeezed his hard, thick cock as he came, spurts of hot cum that filled me up.
“Damn, cowboy,” I murmured. “That was one hell of a ride.”
He chuckled. “Couldn’t have said it better myself, darlin’.” Mason gathered me up into his arms, dropping his face to my neck and letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction as he rubbed his hands over my back. I did the same, wrapping my arms around his back as I felt him softening inside of me.
When he finally pulled out, a rush of liquid dripped out of me, streaking down my thighs. His eyes flared as he watched the cum leak, like it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. “Stay put.” Mason’s eyes met mine, and then he was on his knees, pressing a kiss to the inside of each thigh.
“What are you doing?” I wasn’t sure I was breathing. Again? He’d just gone down on me, and then we’d fucked, and he was going to eat me out again? When his cum—and mine—was trickling from my entrance?
“Cleanin’ you up.” He winked.
“But…” I blushed. “It’s both of us.”
He let out a hum of approval. “Exactly.” He licked his lips, and then he swiped his tongue over my slit, licking up every trace before darting inside.
After he’d made me come on his tongue—again—he moved to the kitchen sink to grab a washcloth, turning on the water and waiting for a few seconds until it was warm before getting it damp, and then came back to me.
He ran it over my skin, wiping away the sweat and remaining traces of our releases.
The warmth felt good, but I was overly sensitive now.
Blissfully satisfied, but also feeling slightly raw.
He really was huge, and my poor pussy had just taken a pounding.
He helped me down off the table, and I looked around us. Our clothes were strewn everywhere across the living room and kitchen, and I couldn’t believe we’d just done that.
My eyes drifted to the outside, where tiny flakes were coming down, the sky darkening once again.
“You know,” I whispered, looking out the window. “It’s snowing again.”
“Good.” He gave me a grin that went straight to my core. How was it we had just fucked, and I already wanted him again? This wasn’t normal for me.
But then again, I’d never been with a man like Mason before.
“Good?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow.
He nodded. “Because, baby, I’m not done with you yet.”
And then my stomach rumbled, and we both laughed.
“Food,” he said. “Feeding you first it is.”