Page 63 of The Spare
"Do-" my breath catches in my throat, "do you like them?"
He says nothing.
Our eyes meet, and he loosens his hold on the back of my knee, letting me place my foot on the floor. My dress falls the rest of the way, leaving me standing in my thong and pantyhose. The slightly cool air of the room caresses my bare skin, making me hyper aware of my vulnerability, and heightening the stark power difference between the two of us.
He lets go of my jaw, and keeping my eye contact, he sinks to his haunches, hooking his fingers into the waist band of my pantyhose and thong. Lowering them slowly to my calves.
The fabric is soaked, rubbing along my legs as he pulls it down.
My hands immediately cover my pussy, and my gaze bounces from his eyes to the fireplace behind him and back again.
His nostrils flare, and his eyes go hooded. "Hmmm." Warm air puffs over my fingers as he sighs deeply. "You smell amazing."
Before I can think to say anything, he tugs my hands away, then moves forward to touch his nose to my bare mound, breathing deeply. My fingers sink into his hair, and I clutch the strands desperately as he runs his nose across my skin in a soft caress.
I'm so fucking thankful I shave.
"Of course I like them. You're so beautiful," he says. "Every single bit of you is beautiful to me, butterfly. Even this." His lips move to the three inch scar at my left wrist where I had to have a pin put in after I broke it a year and a half ago. "And this." His lips now move to my right thigh where he caught me cutting two summers ago, and I had to have stitches because I went too deep.
Mason's always been there for me. Has always seen and understood my pain.
I bite my lip, lifting up one foot, then the other, when he goes to remove my stockings and underwear. Mason pushes me back until my thighs hit the bench at the end of the bed, and I stumble, sitting on the cushioned fabric with a plop and giggle when he lowers to his knees before me. The fabric of his pants stretch tight against his thick thighs, and I'm struck, amazed at how sexy and just downright perfect this man is.
He's built like a fuckinggod.
The breath catches in my throat as he glances up at me with hunger in his eyes.
We maintain eye contact when he takes both hands and spreads my legs apart. My juices coat the inside of my thighs and trail down my ass with how aroused I am. I go to cover myself again, but he's faster, burying his lips into the bend of my knee. His shoulders rise with how deep of a breath he takes, then he moves his head to my lower tummy.
Licking across the crease of my mound with a low growl.
He licks and nibbles the bare skin of my mound then moves to my inner thighs, licking me clean. He gently bites my vulva, nipping and sucking one side before moving to the other. He ignores my clit for long minutes, sucking and using his teeth to scrape along my skin.
I burn hotter than I ever have. This feeling is worse than a four-mile run in the sun, and the heavy feeling in my lungs is almost like I've been out there for seven.
My clit pinches tight, throbbing incessantly. But every time I think he's going to pay attention to it, he switches tactics.
"Masoonnn,"I whine, leaning my head back on the bed. I bring my hands to my breasts and squeeze hard, trying to alleviate the pressure. "Don't tease me. I need more."
"Not yet," he says simply, continuing to torture me. "Did you fuck him, Mel?" he asks.
Completely forgetting he still wanted an answer, I flush as he talks to me from between my legs. I stay silent, torturing him like he tortures me.
He sucks on the vein that runs on the inside of my right thigh. He uses his hands to massage my inner thighs, and his thumbs dig into the outside of my lips and press in, dragging upwards and repeating it over and over again, massaging my pussy.
At the first warm lash of his tongue up the seam of my pussy, my toes curl. When he flicks his tongue hard and slow against my clit, I make a soft sound in my throat, jerking at how good it feels. He eats me slowly. Thoroughly. Really making me feel every lash of his tongue against my tingling flesh.
He licks and licks until my orgasm swells then he pulls away right before I crest, looking up at me."Did you?"
My breasts heave, and at my continued silence he lowers his head back down, licking harder. Getting me back to the precipice over and over again, until I'm drenched with sweat and my heart pounds wildly in my breast. My pussy clenches greedily on nothing.
I don't think I'm going to make it.
I give up. I never can win against him, no matter how hard I try.
"No," I whimper hoarsely as tears flood my eyes."You know I didn't, M-Mason."
Finally, Mason sucks my clit into his mouth, staring into my eyes.
