Page 66 of Without Judgment

“You’re stunning.”

I’d never felt more so than when his rough voice whispered the words, “Spread your legs.”

I let my knees drop, exposing myself completely to him. Then, because I desired his reaction, I reached down with my hand and touched myself as he’d mentioned.

“Fuck, Avery.” He moved so that his shoulders were between my legs and kissed up my inner thigh.

“Mason, I— Oh, God.” He’d slid up to inhale my scent before running the flat of his tongue between my lips.

“You taste better than the fantasy.”

The fact he’d had a fantasy about me at all sent a thrill through me. I gasped when his fingers entered me while his lips took hold of my clit. My hand found its way to his head, pushing him further into me and taking all of the pleasure he was offering. His tongue took no prisoners, setting a relentless rhythm in tandem with his fingers. Together, they brought me to the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced. Every nerve ending fried. Every sense completely obliterated.

My body was no longer my own to command and instead had surrendered to his welcome assault.

He inched up, kissing my stomach before latching onto my right nipple, sucking it gently between his teeth before biting down with just enough zing to send a current through my body. His other hand, deliciously calloused, moved to massage my other breast, toying with the nipple until it was aching for his mouth. He didn’t disappoint, switching to lavish equal attention on the other before moving up to hover over my face.

Anxious for his lips again, I didn’t hesitate. His hand tangled in my hair, angling my head so he could take the kiss deeper, invading my mouth with his tongue still tasting of me. His groan served as evidence he was thinking the same thing I was.

My hand reached out, palming him over his boxers before slipping under his waistband and circling his length with my fingers. He was larger than I remembered. His velvety skin made me desperate to taste him. But the moment I shifted in order to do so, he pulled back. “Not tonight.”

I was a bit put out. I knew my first attempt hadn’t gone well, but I was hoping for a shot at redemption. “I want to taste you.”

“You will, but I need to be inside of you too badly.” He hopped off the bed and picked up his jeans, from which he pulled out his wallet. He held up a foil packet between his fingers. “Only one condom, so we’d better make the most of it.”

I surely hoped he planned on a trip to the store tomorrow. Rising up on my elbows, I watched him strip out of his boxers. He was gorgeous. Lean and muscular with his jutting erection that made me desperate to have him. Unable to resist, I climbed up onto my knees and leaned forward, at eye level with his cock. I reached out with my hand, gripping him and sliding up his length, getting a drop of pre-cum off the tip as reward.

“Avery—” he moaned, condom in hand.

“Just a small taste.” I didn’t wait for his permission, instead swirling my tongue along the head, licking up the beaded drop and desiring more.

“You keep doing that, and I won’t last. Move back on the bed.”

He sheathed himself in record time and was back on the mattress. Bracing himself above me with his forearms on either side of my head, he used his hips to widen my already spread legs. His lips crushed down on mine in an erotic kiss that tipped my axis of reality into a complete blur of desire only eclipsed by the delicious pressure of the tip of him pushing in.

“Damn, you’re tight.”

He slid in more, causing me to take a deep breath at his size.

“You okay?”

“Yes, please don’t stop.”

“Not a chance.” And with one more thrust, he was all the way inside of me.

I shifted, forcing myself to relax despite his size. “You feel really good.” Then I gasped as he pulled out only to slam back home.

I’d technically had sex before, but this—This was so much more. More mature. More sensuous, more everything. My hands moved to caress his powerful shoulders and skimmed down his biceps.

He looked as if he was restraining himself.

“You won’t break me.”

He was moving slowly as if trying not to be too rough. “I’m not holding back because I might break you. I’m holding back because you feel so fucking good I don’t want this to end.”

Oh. I quite liked that. But I also wasn’t known for my patience. Which is why the next time I met his thrust, lifting my hips off the bed and taking him deeper. My body, which had been down for the count just minutes ago, suddenly became greedy for more. And what had once been an impossibility—having a G-spot orgasm—suddenly became a reality. My moans of intense pleasure filled the room while my intimate muscles gripped Mason like a vice, practically insisting on taking him over the edge with me. He didn’t disappoint, growling my name as he thrust home and ground out his own climax deep inside of me.

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