Page 65 of Finding Us
“Show me?” he demands, letting go of my ankles. Pointing my toes, I easily open my legs until I’m doing the splits. “Jesus, Red.” He immediately falls to his knees, licking a path right up my middle. His palms come to rest on my inner thighs, holding me in this position. His eyes move up to meet mine as his tongue swirls around my clit. “Can I take a picture of you like this with my phone? It will be the perfect imagery for the next time I have to jack off.”
“Definitely not.” I can’t see his mouth, but I feel his lips curl against my flesh.
“It was worth a try.”
“You’re depraved.”
“Only with you.”
He manoeuvres one of his thumbs to join his tongue, skimming it back and forth a few times before slipping it inside me. I tilt my head back and moan. I can already feel my second orgasm building.
Releasing his hold on my legs, he replaces his thumb with one of his thick fingers, followed closely by a second. “Oh God,” I whimper, moving my feet onto the bed and bucking my hips towards his face.
“Yes, fuck my fingers, Red.”
He rotates his hand, scissoring his digits as he moves them in and out, stretching me, and it doesn’t take long before I’m falling over the edge for a second time.
Mason doesn’t stop until he’s drained every ounce of pleasure from my body. “Two,” he states when he draws back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. I slump back onto the bed in a sated bliss as I hear him unbuckling his belt. “I need to be inside you.”
I watch as he swiftly stands and removes his trousers and boxer briefs, and I run my tongue over my bottom lip when his impressive erection springs free. He’s like sculptured perfection.
Leaning in, he effortlessly moves me into the middle of the bed and crawls between my spread legs. Reaching over, he grabs a condom from his bedside drawer and wastes no time rolling it on.
I let out a contented sigh when his body covers mine; I love the feel of his heavy weight pinning me to the mattress. There’s something comforting about it.
“You good?” he asks, gently sweeping a stray piece of hair from my forehead.
“I’m great.”
“Are you ready for another ‘O’?”
“You’ve already given me two.”
“Last time we were together I believe I gave you three … this time I’m striving for four.”
“Overachiever.”
“Nah, just good at what I do.”
“And modest.”
“Oh, sweetheart, my qualities are endless.”
“You know what they say about people who blow their own trumpet?”
“It’s only a matter of time before you start singing my praises too.”
I roll my eyes as he slides the head of his dick back and forth through my arousal. “I hate you too much to ever do that.”
His eyes slightly narrow before he gives me a dazzling smile. It’s such a contradiction, I’m left feeling confused.
“Ditto, sweetheart,” he grunts as he drives his hips forward and buries himself deep inside me in one swift motion. I intake a sharp breath as I’m unexpectedly stretched to capacity.Did he just punish me for what I said?Last time, he was a lot gentler with me.He rests his forehead against my shoulder and groans. “Shit, Red. I may dislike you, but I think I’m in love with your pussy.” He draws back his hips slightly before surging back in. It burns, but nowhere near as much as it did the first time we had sex. “So tight … so fucking good.”
“You did that on purpose.”
He lifts his head and stares down at me. “Did what on purpose?” he asks, but when I see him roll his lips together to hide his grin, I know I’m right.
“You bastard,” I say, slapping his shoulder.
