“After I give you three orgasms, you can do everything, anything you wanna do. In the meantime, I claim the right to do everything and anything I wanna do. And right now I wanna taste what I just touched.”
Something about his plan seemed inequitable. But she couldn’t figure out what it was. Not with his fingers busy at her breast.
After her explosive orgasm, she would have thought she needed time to recover. But apparently not. She was already losing her mind again. Everything inside her squeezing impossibly tight.
He wanted to give her three orgasms before he’d allow her to touch him?
Who was she to argue?
Chapter 22
12:57 p.m.
Alexandra Merriweather was as cute as a kitten and as sexy as a siren.
Mason had never thought those two things could coexist in one woman, but she proved him wrong. And despite being a virgin, she seemed to understand physical pleasure on a visceral level.
She approached it the same way she approached everything in her life. Headfirst and with gusto. As if it were her due. Which, he supposed, it was. It was every woman’s.
But Alex made it hot as fuck.
Having kissed his way down her body, reacquainting himself with all the places he’d found in his earlier explorations, he finally made it to his destination. He lay between her legs, his dick pressed firmly against the blanket so the fabric could catch the drops of excitement that slowly leaked from him.
“You ready?” He placed a tender kiss on her hip bone.
“I was born ready.”
His chuckle was low and full of lust. Then, he immediately sobered as he thought, I know just how she feels. It seemed he’d been put on the planet for this one purpose. To be her first. To guide her. To teach her. To know her.
But first…
He wanted—no, he needed—to make good on his promise to taste her.
Draping her legs over his shoulders, he sucked in a breath. The view was unreal. So pretty. So pink. So swollen and ready.
The sight had his balls quivering for release. The tangy, clean smell of her arousal made his nostrils flare.
“Please, Mason.” Her hips thrust up at him. The most female of invitations.
It was all he needed. He buried his face between her thighs.
She moaned when he licked, whimpered when he sucked, and cried out incoherently when he caught her clitoris between his teeth and stabbed at it with his tongue. Her taste was salty and candied and something more. Something that was uniquely Alex.
He hoarded every sound. Every squirm. Every flavor. Stored every memory so he could conjure them up for future fantasies.
“I need you to—” Her hands were in his hair, her fingers gripping and pulling in frustration because she was close but couldn’t quite fall over the edge.
“I know what you need,” he growled against her swollen, hungry flesh, sinking two fingers deep into her wet heat.
Wail was really the only word to describe the sound that issued from the back of her throat. Raising her head, she looked down to watch what he was doing. Her eyes collided with his, and that was all it took for her body to go into nuclear meltdown.
He thought it’d been amazing to feel her come apart around his fingers. But nothing compared to this. To the smell of her release. The taste of it. The feel of her thighs clasped tight around his ears.
He decided if he died then and there, he’d be happy. Because… What a way to go.
He didn’t die, of course. He continued to gently suck and lick until the final tremors tore through her and her legs fell listlessly to the sides.
Pushing into a kneeling position, he never took his eyes off her, wanting to see every last quiver of delight, while at the same time reaching into the picnic basket for the jimmies he’d stored there.
It was the work of an instant to roll one on. But he was so needy, so ready, that even the touch of his own hand was enough to make him hiss.
The sound had Alex’s eyes fluttering open. The pleasure he saw in them was still crystalline and sharp. But the way she looked at him?
Oh, the way she looked at him made him feel… There was no word for it. Desirable and heroic to start. But then add in trusted and adored.
This must be how Superman feels, he thought.
“I can’t wait anymore,” he told her, his voice raw.
“I don’t want you to.” She reached for him, but he resisted the haul of her hands against his shoulders. He wanted to see the moment he entered her.
Lifting her leg to make room for himself, he grabbed the base of his cock and placed his swollen head at her entrance, notching inside the barest inch.
“You’ll tell me if anything hurts?” A bead of sweat gathered at his temple. Another slipped down the groove of his spine.
She bit her bottom lip and nodded.
That was all the permission he needed. Claiming her mouth, he sank in another inch.
It was heaven. It was hell. And even though every fiber of his being screamed at him to stroke home, to rut and fuck and take her, take her, take her, he couldn’t.
He had to make every second everything it could be. Every sensation everything it could be. But also he had to ensure she was really, truly ready to receive him.
She was very wet, very warm, and very aroused. But she was also very small. And he was…not.
With more willpower than he would have thought possible, he continued to sink inside her by tiny, excruciatingly slow increments. She whimpered. She wiggled. But never once did she ask him to stop.
What seemed like a hundred years later, he was finally in. To the hilt. His balls pressed against the sweet curve of her ass. His entire shaft encased and caressed by her tight, silky walls.
They moaned in unison, and it was the song of angels. Or devils. He didn’t know which. He just knew this was the sweetest, most amazing sex he’d ever had.
And he hadn’t even really begun.
Releasing his lips, she buried her face in the crook of his neck and whispered his name against his skin. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, pulling him so close he knew she was trying to make them one.
He was undone.
A wave of possessiveness washed through him. It was followed by a wave of protection. She was his. And he would move heaven and earth for her.
Except…she was his only for this day. And he didn’t need to move heaven and earth for her, he only needed to move himself. Out of her life once this was over.
The thought hurt so much he knew there could be no more pretending he simply liked her and lusted after her.
He loved her. Loved her. Like he’d never loved anyone in his whole sorry life. And yet that changed nothing. Because he was still him.