Page 109 of The Artist
“We French aren’t prodes. You can tell me anything.”
Mason angled his head. “What do you mean prodes?”
“We are open-minded when it comes to sex.”
“Ahh, you mean you’re not prudes.”
I nodded and slid my hand down to play with his beautiful erection. “What is it that has you curious?”
Giving a command to the shower, Mason changed the setting from washing to light steam. “It’s just that I’ve fantasized about enjoying your body in every way possible.” Leaning in, Mason pushed my wet hair back and licked my neck. “I want to feel your tongue play with my crown and see how far down you can take my cock with your mouth. I want to explore what it feels like to slide my cock between your tits, your feet, and under your armpit.”
Rising up on my toes, I sucked on his lower lip and released it with a pop. “You fantasized about that?”
“Mhmm, and you know what else I fantasized about?” Mason’s strong hands slid down my body and in a swift movement, he turned me around and pulled my butt against his crotch. “Taking you in every hole possible.”
As he spoke, his thumb slid to my back entrance and pressed inside.
“You want to have anal sex?” My question was redundant because he was already warming me up.
Mason bit down on my shoulder and growled low. “Hell yeah, I do.”
“Now?”
“If you’ll let me.”
“I’ve never…” The thought of anal sex didn’t bother me, but I was afraid that it would hurt too much with his size.
“Just relax, sweetheart. I won’t hurt you.”
“How about we warm up to the anal and start with my armpit?”
Mason chuckled and turned me around to kiss me. “The armpit thing was just a reference to my wanting to make love to every part of your body. Anal is definitely higher on my list than your armpit.”
“I’m not saying no but give me a bit more time.”
“Don’t you trust me?”
“I do, but I don’t like pain.”
“Hmm… I’ll have to teach you that pain and pleasure are closely connected.”
“Maybe, but I prefer to start with pleasure.” While talking, I squatted down slowly, licking his body as I went. Mason forgot to breathe when I reached his crotch and took time to familiarize myself with the taste of him.
“Fuuuck!” He groaned on a heavy exhale.
I loved his reaction to every stroke of my tongue. Half the time he was staring at me with his cock in my mouth as if he couldn’t believe it was real. The other half of the time, he weaved his hands into my hair and closed his eyes as if the sensations overwhelmed him.
I loved the power I felt as I pushed him to moan deeper and breathe harder – all his short comments about how good it felt and the way his hips couldn’t stay still.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned a few seconds before a warm, salty fluid touched my tongue. “Don’t swallow.”
Mason’s breathing was heavy as he stopped rocking his hips and opened his eyes.
Cupping my face with one hand, he ordered, “Stick out your tongue.”
With the warm fluid still in my mouth, I opened my mouth and showed him my tongue.
His words were slow and sensual. “Dancing demons… that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Little Belle withmycum on her tongue. It’s like my dirty fantasies have come to life.”
