Page 206 of The Single Dads Club
“Beautiful,” I murmured, and she grinned at me.
“You’re not being fair. You still have your clothes on.”
“Then let me level the playing field.” Releasing her nipple, I gripped the hem of my shirt and dragged it over my head, letting it fall onto the floor with her clothes. Then, slowly, I reached for my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them in short order before dragging them down to my ankles along with my boxers.
As I stepped from my clothes, I heard her let out a little gasp, and I grinned. “You all right?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know how I keep forgetting.”
“What’s that?” I reached for her pants, undoing them like I had my own, trying not to drown in the scent of her and the weight of my own need.
“How…bigyou are.”
I grinned. “We both know how well you handle it, gorgeous. It’s going to be so good.”
She wet her lips and then hooked her thumbs under the slender strip of lace that held up her panties, ready to drag them off and show me the narrow trail of down that led to the place I longed to see most.
But then, just as she was about to step from her clothes, she started to sink to her knees in front of me.
“No,” I said, my voice more coarse than I’d expected. I couldn’t let her do that—not because I didn’t want her to. I wanted to feel her mouth around me more than almost anything in the world. But today wasn’t about me. It was all for Bren.
“Get on the bed,” I commanded. “And spread your legs for me. I want to look at you.”
She gazed up at me, her eyes wide, and for a moment I thought she might argue, but then she straightened and pushed aside her tangled sheets, making room for herself on the mattress.
When she lay there, her knees spread apart so I could see her sweet pink center, I stared for a long moment, my mouth watering, and shook my head. “Damn, you’re so fucking perfect,” I muttered as a pretty pink blush overtook her cheeks.
“I want you. I want to feel you inside me,” she whispered, parting her knees to lure me even closer.
I fought the desire to give in, to slide forward and take her hard and fast, as I shook my head again. “Not yet.”
Making my way to the edge of the bed, I commanded her to scoot toward me, and then I sank onto my knees until my mouth was level with her body. Slowly, gently, I kissed the insides of her knees, licking my way along the silky skin of her inner thighs until she shivered and writhed at my touch. My cock swelled as goose bumps lit up her flesh, a visual cue that she wanted me as badly as I wanted her right now.
“Mason,” she called, tugging at my wrist. “Please,” she panted, “I need you.”
And that might have been true. But I wasn’t giving in—not yet. I knew about the female anatomy. I knew that less was more, and women required gentler touches than men. And I wanted her nice and wet when I finally sank inside her.
When I was done with my teasing, I stroked her swollen core with my thumb, focusing on the rise and fall of her breasts as she took short, frantic breaths. She was so slick, so welcoming, it was like torture to deny her.
“You’re trying to kill me,” she said.
I blew out a harsh laugh and prayed for patience. “You have no idea. This is as hard on me as it is on you.”
She leaned up to meet my gaze, but the heat behind her eyes told me everything I needed to know. Massaging her thighs again, I leaned down and licked her soft pink folds, dragging my tongue along her slit until I found the tight bundle of nerves I was seeking.
Slowly I circled her center. She dropped back into the mattress, pulsing against my mouth almost involuntarily as I sucked and licked and rolled my tongue in time with every little quake of her body.
“Mason, please,” she cried, arching toward me, driving her fingers into my hair. “Please.”
But it was all too good. Pushing one finger inside her waiting channel, I pistoned inside her, feeling her tighten and quake as she ground into my finger, my mouth, working herself against me to slake her need.
“I’m going to come,” she moaned. “I want you to feel me. Please, please, I want you to.”
It was an offer I couldn’t refuse.
Something inside me snapped and, still teasing her with my tongue, I fumbled for the condom on the floor and quickly rolled it over my aching, throbbing shaft.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Hurry, please.”
