Her eyes squeezed shut as she blushed faintly. “No.”
“Is my beautiful girl going to come for me?”
Her mouth fell open, as she nodded.
Moving down, I settled between her legs, spreading her thighs wide. Jesus Christ. I knew she was perfect, but this was almost too much to take. Every peachy pink curve was a work of art.
Staring at her in wonder, I leaned down, hooking her legs over my shoulders as I breathed her in. Flattening my tongue against her skin, I lapped straight through her center, her soft wails echoing around us.
Just when I thought the moment couldn’t be any more thrilling, Emily spread her legs even wider, shifting her hips up, clearly begging for my touch.
“Are you mine, angel?”
“Yes,” she said quickly.
“Tell me what you want.”
She looked down at me with that saucy fire in her eyes. “More.”
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Emily
Finally feeling like an adult was nothing compared to feeling like a woman.
The way Mason touched me, it felt like he was worshiping my skin. The searing heat as his eyes locked with mine sent spikes of desire through every nerve.
With my knees around his ears and his tongue dipping through my sex, I was absolutely helpless – at the mercy of all the wild new feelings overtaking me.
Watching a man who was usually nothing but chilly and businesslike suddenly lose his mind as he tasted my body was incredibly powerful.
“Mine.” His deep growl made me whimper. Dragging his tongue through my folds, I quivered around him. “You taste like heaven,” he murmured, twisting his head to
nibble along my inner thigh.
“Oh!” I squealed, gripping the back of his head.
“Good girl,” he muttered. “You pull my lips where you want them, angel.”
The devilish light in his eyes was absolutely hypnotizing. Swimming in desire, I’d have happily drowned in his raw lust.
My pulse was icy fire, pounding through my veins as the tip of his tongue swirled around my tiny button. His huge hand slipped underneath me, gripping my ass roughly to hold me in place.
“Mason,” I whispered, feeling a strange power from his adoration, “I’ve never felt this much before.”
“Relax, gorgeous,” he said more gently, as his thick middle finger teased my entrance. “I just want to make you come, angel. That’s all. Can you do that for me?”
The desire to do absolutely anything he wanted was a magnetic pull centered in my chest. “Yes,” I whispered.
Staring into his eyes as his finger slipped inside me was the most intimate moment of my life, and I wanted it to go on forever. But then he began circling his tongue around and across my sensitive little nub again, and I realized I was about to explode.
Gripping his hair tightly, my hips rolled, grinding shamelessly against his mouth. I couldn’t stop. I wanted him to control me. He was such an expert at controlling so much, but having Mason center all of his attention on me was somehow deviant.
The heat tightening my core began circling, growing, as if it were going to consume me from the inside out.
As my heart thundered and danced, I stared into Mason’s unusual eyes. The gold streak across the green reminded me that perhaps we were inevitable.