Page 32 of I Need You Tonight
“I’m liking where you’re going with this,” he said.
I rolled my eyes. As if he didn’t already know where this was headed.
I tugged down on his jeans, revealing his black boxer briefs and a cock straining to be freed. “Someone’s happy to see me,” I said, feeling a little smug that I was having this effect on him.
Mason practically ripped his jeans off the rest of the way, and they joined the clothes on the floor. Then, before I could say or do anything, he hooked his hands between my legs and spread them wide, my feet dangling above the floor. “I think it’s about time I taste you, Nicole. Lean back.”
At his demand, wetness flooded between my legs. I did as he requested, propping myself on my elbows so I could watch him. Somehow I couldn’t imagine Mr. Boring Accountant from the other day being this way in the bedroom. Not that I wanted to imagine him right now. Or ever.
My last boyfriend had never gone down on me, but I had read about it in the romance novels I’d enjoyed. That didn’t come close to preparing me for how it felt when Mason’s tongue lashed against my core. Heaven of all things holy. As much as I tried to stay still, I writhed on the bed. I grabbed a fistful of the sheets, although I had no idea why I believed it would make a difference.
And just when I thought I could handle it, Mason proved me wrong. He slipped a finger inside me and then another. He alternated between plunging them inside me and pressing against my heat. The sensation was too much. “I’m going to come,” I warned, figuring if he aimed to be inside me, he’d better do that now, before it was too late.
“Good. I want to feel you come against my face. I want to taste you as you fall apart.”
Those words and the husky way he said them were enough to send me over the edge. I cried out as a powerful orgasm detonated low in my belly and spread through me, like a volcano erupting after being dormant for hundreds of years. I couldn’t remember the last time it had been like this. Clearly I had been missing out.
It took me a few seconds to regain awareness, my body still floating around the heavens.
Mason stood over me, a smug expression on his face. “I take it you approved?”
I eyed him from under half-lowered eyelids. “You’re not one of those guys who lets his ability to make a woman come hard go to his ego, are you?”
He laughed. “So I made you come hard, did I?”
The corner of my mouth quirked up. “As if you didn’t know.” I pushed myself to sit and reached for his boxer briefs.
“You said you have condoms?” he asked.
“Yes, in my bedside drawer.” I reached over and pulled out the sealed box. A quick check of the expiration date told me they were good to go…except for one thing. “I think these are for regular-sized penises.” I glanced at his cock. “And I have a feeling you aren’t exactly regular size. I wouldn’t want to cut off your circulation. Your penis might fall off.” Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but I had no idea what would happen. I just figured it wouldn’t be a good thing.
Mason burst out laughing. “You’re the first person who’s actually made me laugh during sex.”
“And you’re the first person who I’ve made laugh during sex. Go me.”
Still laughing, he removed his wallet from the nightstand. “Don’t worry about the condoms. I have a couple here that will fit.”
He handed me a foil square.
I traced my finger around the tip, spreading the pre-cum, then wrapped my fingers around his length. Mason groaned, but his eyes remained on me, trusting me, challenging me. I cupped his balls with my other hand. Another groan.
I moved my hand up and down his length a few more times, then reached for the foil package and opened it. “I’ve never put one on a guy before,” I said, my face heating at the confession.
“There’s a first for everything.”
“You mean other than making you laugh during sex?”
He snickered. “You’re on a roll with the firsts tonight, aren’t you?”
Concentrating as if I were doing brain surgery, I repeated what I’d seen my last boyfriend do when he had put on a condom. It went on more easily than I’d expected. Once finished, I scooted back on the bed.
Mason climbed onto it, positioned himself between my legs, and slowly pushed inside me. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and soothing and doing all kinds of amazing things to my body just from the sound of it.
“Yes,” I breathed while my body begged for more of him.
He continued his slow plunge forward, allowing my soft heat to stretch and pull him further in. I moaned, unable to hold back how incredible it felt with him inside me.
“Christ, Nicole. You’re so fucking hot and tight.” Based on his erotic groan, I took this to be a good thing.
