Chapter 10 #2
“It’s fine,” Mason said, his voice gruff. His wet tee shirt clung to his chest, and she could see his broad pectorals and the outline of his firm abs. He stepped out of his shoes, kicking them to the side, and then he ducked down and was kissing her. Softly at first and then more intensely.
She shivered at his touch, and his hands freely roamed her body.
Palming one breast. Wrapping around her waist.
He tasted of the ocean and something else darker and distinctly male.
His thumb grazed over one nipple through the wet cotton of her dress, and she softly moaned.
Gasped as one of his hands dropped to her thigh, teasing beneath the fabric. Clutching the fabric of her damp dress, his hands slowly dragged it up her thighs. “Let’s get these wet clothes off,” he said huskily, and then Mason was lifting her dress.
The fabric slid further up her thighs, revealing her lacy white panties. And then he was tugging it further up, over her breasts. She lifted her arms above her head as he growled in approval, and he tossed the dress to the floor as she stepped out of her sandals.
Mason stripped off his own wet shirt and then stepped closer to her once more, smelling of the ocean and soap and something else distinctly male.
His hands slid up her ribcage as he pulled her closer, and she felt his arousal against her bare stomach.
His fingers trailed over the cups of her bra and then slid under the straps, pulling them down her arms. He reached around her back and expertly undid the clasp, and she gasped as her bra fell away and cool air washed over her breasts.
“God. Taylor,” he muttered, his gaze heating as he looked at her.
His hands slid over her bottom and then he lifted her into his muscular arms. Her legs locked around his waist as his fingers dug into her ass, his erection pressing against her core.
He lifted her slightly, rocking her against him, and she moaned at the feeling of his hardness pressed against her folds.
He carried her down the hallway, her nipples rubbing against his bare chest as she clung to him. Somehow, despite the cool rain, Mason was impossibly warm. Coursing with heat and tension.
But it was nothing compared to the lust surging through her at his touch.
Every step he took nudged his cock against her panties, and she whimpered and moaned against him. Mason claimed her mouth in a searing kiss, even as droplets of water trailed down her back from her wet hair.
A moment later he was lying her down on his bed, pausing in front of her to admire her nearly naked body.
Her legs dangled off the side of the bed as she lay gasping in front of him, wearing nothing but her white lacy panties.
Mason undid his belt and pulled off his wet shorts, tossing them to the side.
Taylor giggled despite herself. “Your entire house will be soaking wet.”
“Totally worth it,” he said with a grin, his blue eyes heating as they eagerly slid over her. “And hell, Taylor, you are a sight to behold. I think I’ll have this image of you lying on my bed, nearly naked, burned into my brain forever.”
“Oh no,” she protested, raising a hand to cover her eyes. “I’m soaking wet and probably look awful.”
He lifted her hand and pinned it above her head, gazing down at her.
“You look amazing. Your damp hair around your flushed cheeks. Your perfect breasts with those round, rosy nipples. And your pussy covered by that sexy little scrap of fabric. I can’t wait to explore you—all of you,” he said with a growl.
“I want to suck on your tits and tease you. Pull down those sinful little panties and taste your arousal. Eat out your pussy until you’re screaming my name. ”
His lips met hers again, his erection tenting his boxer shorts. His tongue sought entrance to her mouth, and she parted her lips, letting him control their kiss. Claim all of her.
His tongue caressed hers, moving against it so wickedly, and she softly moaned into his mouth.
Mason released the hand he’d pinned to the mattress and began making his way down her neck, kissing and nipping at her.
His tongue flickered over one nipple as he moved lower still, causing her pussy to dampen, and she cried out as he sucked the taut bud into his mouth.
Mason’s fingers trailed down her abdomen, his large hand splaying across her stomach.
His thumb traced up her slit over her panties, and he lightly pressed against her clit, causing her to cry out for him.
He briefly laved attention on her other breast as he softly rubbed her clit, leaving her moaning and writhing for him.
Needing more.
He finally kissed his way down her stomach, leaving her trembling. Thick fingers edged beneath the waist of her panties, and then he was tugging them down her legs. Parting her thighs for him.
He knelt on the floor before her, gripping both of her ankles. Lifting up both of her legs, he placed her feet on the edge of the bed and kept a firm hold around each ankle.
Holding her in place.
Baring her completely to his gaze.
She gasped as he edged closer, his broad shoulders spreading her thighs further apart.
And then his lips were softly kissing their way up one of her inner thighs.
She trembled at his touch, wanting, needing so much more.
Arousal dampened her folds, and her clit throbbed.
Suddenly his mouth was finally hovering over her, and he kissed her intimately, his mouth and tongue exploring her folds.
She gasped as heat coursed through her, coiling in her belly and traveling lower still.
Her legs shook as he held them, and he draped them over his broad shoulders, his hands moving to her hips as he held her in place.
“Mason, oh God,” she moaned.
She was spread out before him like a feast he was about to devour, helpless to his determination to pleasure her. He licked and suckled at her, teasing and gentle. His tongue lightly traced from her core up to her clit, and she gasped as it circled around her throbbing bud.
She fisted the sheets, arching up toward him. “Oh God, more. Mason, more!”
Mason growled with approval before lightly flickering his tongue over her clit again and again, pushing her higher and higher up to the precipice. She thrashed on the bed beneath him, held in place by his hands as much as her own lust. She would die if he stopped.
If she didn’t come soon.
Nothing—no one—had ever driven her higher than this.
He continued his ministrations, expertly teasing her with his tongue, and she began to see stars.
Gasping, she cried out his name.
She was hovering on the edge of a cliff with no way to turn back. With no way to stop the onslaught of lust racing through her. Mason sucked her swollen bud into his mouth, and she exploded, screaming his name as she shot straight to ecstasy.
His tongue continued to lave at her, her legs spread wide over his shoulders, and her orgasm went on and on.
Mason eased up ever-so-slightly, kissing her clit softly as her sex throbbed.
Her inner walls spasmed, clamping down around nothing.
He licked her again, drinking up all of her juices, and she would’ve been embarrassed at how wet she was if she wasn’t so completely sated.
So incapable of thinking of anything but the pure pleasure coursing through her.
He turned his head and kissed her inner thigh again, before lifting her legs down off of his shoulders. They dangled off the bed once more, but she was too relaxed to even move. His fingers lightly ran up her inner thighs, making her shiver with delight.
“You taste fucking amazing,” Mason said as he stood, gazing down at her bare breasts as he tugged down his boxers. His erection sprang out, thick and throbbing. “Hell, I could go down on you all night. Spent hours worshipping you.”
She flushed as he turned and crossed over to his nightstand, his erection bobbing in front of him.
His body was a sight to behold—nothing but pure masculinity.
The muscles on his back bunched as he leaned down to grab a condom from the drawer, and he was back a second later, sheathing himself in front of her.
A thick vein traced up the underside of his shaft, and she tried not to gasp at how large he was.
“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked, his blue eyes sparking with arousal. He ran one hand up his shaft as if he couldn’t hold back a moment longer.
“Yes, God yes,” she murmured.
Mason edged forward, lifting her legs around his waist and pulling her even closer to the edge of the bed. The head of his cock briefly nudged against her clit, and she gasped, still swollen and throbbing from her screaming orgasm.
He nudged against her once, twice more, and then lined his cock up with her entrance before slowly pushing in, leaving her breathless.
She gasped as he inched in slowly, the exquisite pressure nearly too much to bear. Her inner walls stretched to accommodate him, and finally he bottomed out, balls deep inside of her. He held her in place a moment, staring at where their two bodies were joined together.
She hastened a look herself, and there was something erotic and sinful about this beautiful man taking her this way. Claiming her as his.
Muscles rippled across his abdomen, his jaw clenched in concentration, and Taylor realized he was holding back. Making sure she was ready to fully accommodate him. She thrust her hips lightly, encouraging him on.
“God, you feel so good. You’re gripping me so tightly,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Take me,” she said.
He held her in place just a beat longer, impaled by his engorged shaft, and then he pulled slightly out and began thrusting. Taking her as his. Sending every single nerve ending throughout her body alight with pleasure.
The base of his cock rubbed up against her clit with every thrust, and he reached between them, rubbing his thumb softly over the swollen nub.
She moaned and closed her eyes, too far lost in him to care about the sounds she was making.
Mason began to take her harder, grunting as he pistoned in and out of her body.
She began to climb again, and as his thumb moved faster over her clit as his cock filled her, she cried out his name.
Screamed as another orgasm came out of nowhere.
“Fuck!” Mason grunted as her inner walls clamped down tightly around him.
He hardened impossibly more, and then he was coming right along with her, thrusting in and out of her body as if she were made to be his.
Moments later he nearly collapsed on top of her, breathing hard from his own intense release. His lips brushed over her forehead, her eyelids, her lips, before he pulled out and collected her into his arms.
The last thing she remembered was Mason tucking her into his bed, his large body curling around hers as they both fell fast asleep.