He nodded fiercely, his hair flopping onto his forehead and he shoved it back impatiently before that large, capable hand settled on top of her head once again.
“Do you want to come in my mouth, Mason?”
“Jesus, yes.” He sounded pained, as if he were dying and maybe he was, she wasn’t sure. To put him out of his misery, she sucked him deep into her mouth once more, licking, stroking his cock until he tensed, his balls drawn up tight against his body.
He tightened his hands in her hair, tugging her hair with his fingers but she ignored the pain. Focused solely on the pleasure she was bringing forth. At the first shot of semen in her mouth, she sucked harder, milking him as he came with a shout, his body trembling with his release.
She gently lapped at him as he relaxed, finally withdrawing him from her mouth. Settling on her haunches, the water pounded over her, making her shiver. Most of the heat was gone, the water lukewarm now and she hugged her arms closer to her body.
Strong hands grasped her by the upper arms and hauled her to her feet. Mason pulled her close, wrapping one arm around her waist while he reached to turn off the water. She rested her head against his damp chest, dark hairs tickling her cheek. He smoothed his hands up and down her back as if trying to warm her.
“Let’s get dry,” he murmured in her ear, then nibbled on the lobe.
She shivered and nodded, letting him lead her out of the shower, standing still on the plush rug while he reached for a towel and slowly, sensually began to dry her skin.
A soft sigh escaped her as he smoothed the towel over her body, lingering on her breasts, her stomach. She closed her eyes when he bent before her and dried her legs. Starting at her ankles, he slowly moved up, over her calves, her knees, the inside of each thigh. And when he pressed a soft kiss on her mound, she quivered with pleasure, wanting more.
So much more.
He stood, grabbing a fresh towel and briskly drying himself off. She watched, dazed and wobbly on her feet and he rubbed the towel over his head vigorously before he let it drop to the floor.
“Come with me, babe.” He grabbed her, literally picked her up and carried her to the bedroom where he gently set her on the bed. He joined her, stretching his long frame alongside of hers and she crawled on top of him. Straddling his hips, she rested her hands flat on his chest, curling her fingers into the crisp hair that grew there.
He reached for her, trailing his fingers down her arms. Already his erection grew, nudging against her backside.
“Impressive,” she murmured as she leaned down and brushed a soft, lingering kiss to his mouth.
He followed her lips when she pulled away from him, his head lifting from the pillows and he smiled. “It’s all your fault.”
She rubbed against his lower belly, just above his growing cock and slid her hands down, over his washboard stomach, her fingers tickling. He lurched up, as if trying to buck her off and she clamped her thighs hard against his hips, smiling when she heard him chuckle.
Joy filled her at his playful side, something he didn’t share very often. He was always so damn serious, it was a refreshing change.
But Blake liked all of his sides. She loved them. She loved him.
She just needed to find the courage to tell him.
* * * *
The damp goddess who sat astride him was driving him out of his ever lovin’ mind. She hovered above him, a coy smile on her face, her perfect breasts with their equally perfect nipples taunting him. Unable to resist, he sat up, wrapping his arms around her back as he drew first one, then the other nipple into his mouth.
A gasp escaped her and she slid her hands into his hair, holding him close as he licked and sucked each nipple. He was desperate to please her, his body still throbbed with pleasure after his earlier orgasm.
The blow job in the shower had blown his mind, bringing forth the most gut wrenching orgasm of his life. He had no fucking idea he could come like that.
Hell, he didn’t know he could be raring to go so soon after coming like that either. But
he was. He couldn’t wait to bury himself deep inside Blake’s tight, wet heat.
Something had shifted between them. There was no denying what they shared was more than sex. And though he hadn’t agreed to take it further, he wanted to. Too scared to admit it, he kept quiet.
It was easier that way. He didn’t want to hurt her. Didn’t want to fuck this up. Day by day was best.
He watched in fascination as Blake rubbed herself along him much like a cat, her sweet spot settled against his stomach, tantalizing him with her wet heat. The wicked smile that curved her lips told him he was in for a wild ride and when she bent to kiss him, he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, leaving her panting when he broke the kiss.
“Mason,” she whispered. His name had never sounded so sweet and he kissed her again, clutching her head with his hands, tugging on her damp hair. She shifted, aligning their bodies perfectly.
With slow, deliberate strokes, she moved over him, just the head of his cock nestled amongst the folds of her wet sex. She hissed at the contact and bit her lower lip as she moved back and forth teasing her clit with his erect cock.