Page 15 of Every Breath

Mason’s hand gently cupped her face and Brandi felt herself melting against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, returning his kiss, matching it with an intensity of her own. Her nipples stiffened against the hard wall of his chest. Her pussy clenched, aching for his touch.

As if sensing her need, he cupped her ass in his hands, lifting her up against him, his mouth never leaving hers. She could feel the hardness of his cock grinding against her, and it was driving her crazy. Before she realized it, her back was against the wall and Mason’s body was pressed against hers.

He ripped his mouth away from hers to place hot kisses against her throat. Brandi’s fingers threaded though his dark red hair.

‘Oh, God, Brandi. You have no idea how much I’ve missed this,” he muttered against her neck. What did he say? She couldn’t think about it right now. The feel of his hands roaming over her body drove all rational thought away.

Mason’s hands went under her blouse and Brandi cried out in pleasure as he squeezed and kneaded the sensitive mounds. “Oh,” she moaned as he lowered his head to nibble on her earlobe. Her body trembled as he kissed her behind her ear. Somehow Mason knew exactly where and how to touch her. She felt like jelly beneath his expert hands. While one hand fondled her breasts, his other hand fumbled with the button of her jeans.

Brandi knew she should have told him to stop, but she couldn’t; she was too damn horny. When he slid his hand inside her damp panties and cupped her throbbing pussy, she thought she would lose her mind. His fingers glided against her slick, swollen entrance.

She pleaded as he squeezed her labia, “Yes, oh, please.” But he didn’t touch her where she wanted it the most.

“You like that, honey?”

“Yes!”

“Good. I like touching you like this. You’re so hot, Brandi; hot for me.”

Brandi could only nod, not trusting herself to speak.

“I want you to tell me, Brandi.” His green gaze was insistent.

“I can’t,” she whispered. In the back of her mind she knew this wasn’t right, but her body was telling her otherwise.

“Yes, you can.” He gave her a knowing smile as his middle finger slid between her folds, touching her clit.

Brandi gasped. Holy shit, what was this man doing to her? Mason rolled the blood-engorged button between his thumb and forefinger. The exquisite torture made her yearn for more. She wanted his fingers inside her, stretching the walls of her needy cunt.

His lips lightly brushed her. “Brandi, you’re so sweet. Let me make love to you,” he whispered.

She moaned her acquiescence. There was nothing she wanted more at this moment than to be with him. Mason wasted no time in carrying her to the king-sized bed, laying her down in the middle. He stood over her, looking at her with unashamed passion. When he sat down next to her, his thumb glided gently over her bottom lip, before sliding it into her mouth. She could taste herself on the probing digit. The flavor of her on his finger was delicious. Oh, how she wanted this man.

She quivered helplessly as he pulled the jeans down from her hips. When she was free of them, he slid down the length of her body. Mason planted kisses on her belly, and Brandi could feel her insides go soft. His kisses were making her lose all rational thought.

“You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re here with me,” he whispered against her heated skin.

Mason dipped his tongue in her navel and Brandi moaned again. She threaded her fingers through his hair. She squirmed at the delicious sensations his tongue was creating. His tongue traced patterns on her skin as she oohed and ahhed in delight. The way he touched her, held her, and kissed her felt so familiar. It almost seemed like he knew exactly what to do to make her melt for him.

“Mason, that feels so good.”

“It’s not as good as I’m going to make you feel,” he muttered. With that, he tugged her underwear down with his teeth and pulled them down her thighs before using his hands to do the rest.

Brandi bit her lip in anticipation. The feel of his breath against her pussy was sending jolts of pleasure up and down her spine. More than anything, she wanted to feel his mouth on her pussy. She was so wet she could feel the dampness on her thighs. “Please, Mason, please,” she begged, wanting him to stop teasing her.

Mason pushed her legs apart and parted her labia with his middle finger before leaning forward to give her a deep kiss inside her pussy. Brandi cried out. “Oh, God, Mason!”

He kissed her clitoris and then licked it. Brandi bucked her hips against his face, wanting more. His tongue swirled around her clit with a precision that any skilled lover would be jealous of. Brandi looked down and her breath caught in her throat. The sight of his dark-red head between her thighs was so erotic that another wave of passion whipped through her.

“Do you like this, Brandi?”

“Yes!”

“Do you want me to eat your pussy? Because I want to eat it. It tastes so good, smells so good.” He gave her clit another kiss before capturing it between his teeth, gently nipping at it.

“Oh!” she yelped.

Mason lifted his head. “Did I hurt you?” For the first time, a note of uncertainty entered his voice.

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