Chapter 40 #2
Standing straighter, Mase watches me as he grips the hem of my long-sleeved shirt, wiping the smile right off my face. I guess he’s decided it’s my turn to lose my top.
I admit, I’m fucking terrified. I haven’t shown my arms to anyone voluntarily, and my pulse is fluttering so wildly it feels like it’ll escape.
Even so, I don’t stop him as he slowly slides it up my stomach, waiting to see if I’ll protest.
But I don’t.
Once it’s over my head, and my sleeves have slid all the way off, instead of looking down at the scars, he takes hold of one hand, lifting it to his mouth while keeping eye contact.
Soft lips press to my wrist, then he continues all the way along my forearm, kissing over the damaged flesh, repeating his actions on the other arm.
It’s like he’s showing me that every part of my body—every part of me—deserves love.
I didn’t think it was possible to be choked up and turned-on at the same time, but here we are.
After he’s kissed every inch of both forearms, I grab his head and bring his mouth back to mine, lifting my feet at the same time to push his shorts and boxer-briefs down.
He huffs an amused sound, but it dies off quickly when I run my hands over the smooth plains of his bare back and ass cheeks.
Before I’ve had my fill, he’s unbuttoning my jeans with urgent fingers, making me lift enough for him to tug them off, leaving me in only my underwear.
There’s hunger in his eyes when he runs them over me, starting from my legs, up my stomach and breasts, until finally they settle on my face. “I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful.”
My chest expands, the love I feel for this man filling in every available space.
Mase is on me again, and I welcome every single touch, every taste of his tongue and lips.
He drops kisses over my skin, following a trail that leads lower and lower until he’s on his knees with his face between my thighs.
Turning his head to the side, he watches me while he opens his mouth and bites into the flesh there, pulling a whimper from my throat.
One hand slides up to tug at my bra cup until my breast spills free, then he’s palming it in his big, warm hand.
I arch into his touch, my eyes falling shut as he circles the hardened peak, but they fly back open when I feel him pull my panties to the side, then swipes his tongue over my pussy in one long sweep.
“Oh god, Mase.”
He hums against my center, the only warning before he dives in and devours me, eating me out like his life depends on it.
Pleasure spreads from my core, and I fall back onto my elbows. “Yes. Don’t stop.”
I watch him with hooded eyes as he licks and sucks, flicking his tongue over my sensitive bud while tweaking my nipples.
My stomach tightens, delicious sensations buzzing through me with each swipe of his tongue.
His other hand disappears at one point, and from the way his shoulder muscles bunch and shift, I realize he’s probably stroking himself.
Knowing he’s that turned-on from just tasting me pushes me to the very edge, my mouth parting with a mewl.
I lose it when he releases my breast to insert two fingers inside me. I cry out as euphoria fills me in waves, my thighs clamping against Mase’s head.
But he doesn’t stop, not until he’s squeezed out every drop of pleasure he can wring from me and I’m a pile of boneless limbs.
He’s not done, though. Standing, he licks his lips clean, cock long and hard in his hand with pre-cum on the tip. “I could survive on your taste alone for the rest of my life.”
Dark, lustful eyes drift down my body, his nostrils flaring when they reach my crooked underwear where he pulled them aside.
I quickly grip the sides and slide them off, watching his gaze darken even further, then take my bra off, tossing it to the ground.
This is the first time I’ve been completely bare in front of him, and it feels . . . invigorating.
Reaching out, he glides his hands over my naked flesh, making desire bloom fiercely all over again.
Since this angle is all wrong to get him inside me, I push his hands away and wriggle off the counter, turning around in front of him to lean against it, then I look at him over my shoulder.
A low rumbling sound comes from his chest before he curves his body over mine, lining up his cock from behind.
Gripping the back of my neck, he connects our mouths as he thrusts in, swallowing every cry, every whimper, and moan he forces out of me with the pump of his hips.
We haven’t done it like this before, and the way he’s filling me is all new and delicious.
Somehow, I forgot just how stretched and full he makes me feel.
Mase pumps into me with deep strokes, hitting hidden places I didn’t even know existed.
His other hand slips around to grip one breast, then the other, before gliding down my stomach to rub my still sensitive clit.
“I want you to come again,” he murmurs against my lips.
Releasing my neck, he bands his arm across my stomach to pull me even closer, then presses his forehead between my shoulder blades.
His other hand continues working at my clit while his cock fills me deeper, the sounds of our bodies coming together filling my apartment.
Heat sizzles across my skin, pleasure tightening my core once again. My fingers curl on the kitchen counter, nails digging into my palms.
His name is a chant on my lips. Mase. Mase. Mase.
I clench tight around his length, the sensations increasing with each drag of his cock along my walls. He pulls me tighter, his labored breaths hot against my back, and I can’t hold back anymore.
I come with a loud cry, ecstasy coursing through me like a tsunami.
Mase must have been holding on by a thread, because his hips start jerking wildly, his grip becoming iron.
Then, with a roughened growl, he’s emptying himself inside me. I feel his cock swell and pulse with his release, his warmth filling me.
Moments pass while he stays buried inside, his mouth pressing soft kisses over my slickened skin. I want to stay here forever with our bodies connected, never getting dressed or going back to reality.
But I know we need to talk.
Finally, he slowly pulls out, and I feel the cool air replace his heat.
Lifting his boxer-briefs, Mase presses them between my legs, while I’m still sprawled over the counter. “As much as I love watching my cum leak out of you, I figured you wouldn’t appreciate it dripping down your legs.”
Contentment calms my breathing, and I smile lazily as he cleans me, quiet filling the air.
But that calm and quiet is quickly broken with a squeal when he smacks my bare ass cheek after tossing his underwear back on the ground.
I spin around, huffing an incredulous laugh. “Did you just spank me?”
Mase flashes that boyish smile at me, the one he somehow manages to make look seductive, his lower lip caught between his teeth, expression light and unguarded. “I couldn’t resist.”
I’ve always enjoyed Mase’s playful side. This version of him is so beautiful, so right, especially standing naked in my kitchen.
I’m drawn to him. That thread that tethers me to him tugging at me until I’m stepping into his space. I wrap my arms around his body, skin to skin. Soul to soul.
His response is instant, pulling me tight against him.
With my face pressed into his chest, I mumble the words dying to escape, just to get them out, even if he can’t hear me.
Gripping my shoulders, he pushes me back just enough to see my face. “What did you say?”
I stare at him, inhaling a deep breath, then decide I should be brave. He should know how I feel.
My chin tilts up. “I said I love you.”
Mase’s grip tightens. “Say it again.”
“I love you.”
A beautiful smile crests his face as he looks down at me with those soft eyes. “I love you, too.”