Page 117 of Nanny for the Firefighter

Our kiss becomes a frenzy—an effort to lose ourselves in each other.

Sitting back slightly, I look up at Mason.

“Come in?”

Mason smiles, not hesitating to pull off his clothes.

Stripped down to nothing, Mason steps into the large tub, our lips meeting again and again as the desperation rises.

I’m starving to feel him, to feel him inside me.

Pulling me onto his lap, my legs drape behind Mason’s as we sit in the middle of the bath. Mason takes my face in his hand like I did his.

“I’m never leaving you, Bridget. Not as long as you’ll have me. You gave this family exactly what it needed, and I promise to never take that for granted. And I promise to keep you safe.”

As I stare into his eyes, I track my fingertips up and down Mason’s arms. They are strong and solid, and my pussy clenches as I imagine Mason sheathing himself deep inside me.

“I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to you.” My heart pounds, and I feel like my chest is going to crack open. “This is where I belong.”

I smile, fear and arousal warring for my attention.

“Please, Mason. I need to feel something besides afraid.”

He crashes his lips to mine, and our connection feels like a conviction—a vow to each other.

I give myself over to the sensations. This is exactly where I need to be right now.

And forever.

Our tongues twirl around each other deliciously, and Mason's hands go to my hips.

His thick erection is pressed between us, and my pussy aches for him, slick and wet, as I focus on how good he feels.

Lifting me slightly, Mason slides himself inside me. Feeling him slide in up to the hilt is intoxicating, and my head falls back.

Gripping my back, he hovers his mouth over my nipple before flicking it with his tongue. The lightning sensations are enough to have me squeezing down around his shaft.

I rock my hips in lazy circles, enjoying the slow progression.

Setting up a steady rhythm, I get the head of Mason’s cock to rub deep inside my pussy, stimulating my nerves and making a low moan slip free.

Mason groans and slides his hand under my breast, bringing my breast right up against his mouth.

The water sloshes as we embrace the pleasure, and the flickering candles are low and romantic.

His fingertips pressing into my hips, Mason juts his cock upward, and I release a deep, guttural moan. As the delicious feelings build, his other hand goes beneath my ass, helping me to ride him.

“Mason…oh, God, yes.”

I clamp down around his shaft as the pointed thrusts draw out every sensation that racks my body—intense and nearly too much to handle.

His thick cock stretches me as he playfully bites the hardened peaks straining on my breasts. It feels like we’re carving out pleasure from a world of chaos and uncertainty.

“Mason! Ugh!”

My cries are breathy, and the need for Mason just grows. He thrusts up in time with the circles of my hips, filling me up completely.

I’m seconds from a climax, and I know it’s going to shatter me apart.

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