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“Mason.” She steps close, gripping my arms right above the elbows, and staring up into my eyes. “Stop. Get out of your head. Look at me. I’m fine.” My brows dart together. “Yeah, I understand you pretty fucking well.”
I choke on all the things I want to say, my jaw working back and forth as I study her. She lifts onto her toes and brushes her lips over a spot to the side of my chin. I take one slow breath, then another, seeking the calm that I need—and finding it in her.
She nods. “That’s it.” Moving one hand to my chest, she covers my heart with her palm. “This doesn’t need to race unless it’s for the right reasons.”
Words erupt from me before I truly know what’s on my mind or what’s been threatening to spill from my mouth. “Kintsukuroi, you are so beautiful to me. Inside and out. Whatever shit you’ve been through has created you, broken you, and you’ve put yourself back together.” I drag in a ragged breath. “Would you give me a do-over?”
She tilts her head to the side, her eyes narrowing.
“I swear this time will be different.” I lift my charcoal-stained finger to my chest, drawing an X over my heart.
Her lips twitch. “Do you want me naked again?”
Images flash in my head of the last time. The reminder of what I did was still capable of making me feel unfathomable shame. But I can’t take it back, and at the time, that’s what felt right to me. I allow my gaze to roam down her body in her tank and torn-up shorts. “Only if you want to be. Seriously.”
In answer, she pulls her tank top over her head. “I’m good with whatever you need, Mase. I have been from the beginning. You should know that by now.” She shrugs, pops the button on her shorts, and shoves them down.
Fuck,what did I do to deserve her? I’ve never had someone look at the madness that sometimes rages inside me and hold out their hand to me. She tells me it’s okay to be the way I am and then willingly gives herself over to whatever I need.
So, the answer to my question is I don’t know what I did to deserve her, but I sure as fuckneedher. Standing there in bra and panties, she looks like a fucking wet dream. I swallow hard as blood pumps through my veins and pounds in my head. Suddenly, I know what I want to do. I take her hand and bring her over to the old leather couch that sits out of the way near a big easel. Her eyes shift to look at it at the same time I sit. She gasps as I pull her directly down onto my lap. Smooth legs land on either side of my thighs, and I run my hands over them, smudging her skin with dark streaks. She inhales sharply, then bites down on her lip.
I trace my fingertips over her stomach, then stroke them over each one of her ribs before lifting my hands to her neck. Her pulse races under my thumbs, and her lips part as she stares steadily at me. I swallow, running them up and down before I capture her mouth with mine. I shudder with need, holding her still as I ravage her. My tongue and hers collide, in a furious battle of wills. Over and over again, we clash, desperately seeking the connection we only have with each other. “Need these lips swollen,” I grunt, nipping and sucking at them. “Need these cheeks pink. Need these eyes wanton.”
A throaty moan escapes her, and she hangs onto my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skin as she grinds on my erection. Her chest heaves as she gasps for air between feverish kisses. All at once, she pulls away, backing off the couch to the floor in front of me. Her hands go for the button on my shorts, then the zipper, and in a flash, she tugs them until I lift my ass and she’s able to pull them down.
Her heated gaze locks on my dick, and her tongue flicks out to lick the underside from base to tip. Locking her eyes on mine, she teases the head of my cock, kissing it with her lush pink lips before sucking it into her mouth. She’s playing with it like she does one of her goddamn lollipops, and it’s going to drive me right over the edge.
Taking my cock in her hand, she jerks me practically as good as I would myself, only it’s better—so much fucking better—because her sweet mouth is on me, all pink and wet. Her head bobs in time with her hand, and I’m seeing fucking stars, my head dizzy. My body begins to tremble all over, and I swear all the blood in my body is centered right there at my groin where I’m aching with the need to come.
But this isn’t exactly what I’d planned. I want to capture her with charcoal, post orgasm in a state of goddamn euphoria. “Fuuuck,” I hiss, regretting that I’m hitting pause. “Lennon, baby. I want this to be good for you, too.”
I grasp her biceps and get her to meet my gaze. The sight of her with my hard-on at full mast right in front of her face does things to me, and I swallow roughly, almost selfish enough to sayfuck it and let her keep going. But no. I want her in a state of rapture. She blinks at me, in some sort of daze, and to my surprise, a slight whimper falls from her lips as her focus moves to my cock, but she nods.
I reach down and cup her sex through the scrap of lace between her legs. “You wet for me?” I watch the way her eyes go a little unfocused as I touch her. A flush works its way over her skin. It starts at her chest and sweeps all the way up to her cheeks. I grab her by the waist, swinging myself in one direction to lie back on the couch, and I lift her, bringing her down to straddle my head facing the other direction.
“What are you doing?” she gasps out as one hand finds purchase on the back of the couch, the other gripping my thigh.
“It’s not a question of what I’m doing, but more of what you’re about to do.” I smirk at her as she looks back at me over her shoulder with wide eyes. “The answer is you’re going to sit on my fucking face. Let me have that pretty little cunt.” I hook my hands over her thighs and pull her to me, squeezing her toned flesh and groaning aloud at the scent of her. My face is fucking buried in her pussy and ass, and my heart gives a sick thud.Yesss.I fuckin’ love the way she smells all the time, but even more so the scent of her arousal. I kiss her through the lacy panties she’s still wearing, using my tongue to dampen the fabric, inhaling deeply as I take another hit of the drug that is Lennon. “Fuck. So fucking sex—”
I don’t finish the sentence because Lennon isn’t playing this tentatively, and why I thought maybe this position would fluster her, I don’t have a fucking clue. She grasps my dick in her hand and strokes me in a way that has me grunting out in pleasure. Taking my cock into her mouth, she swallows me down. That warm wet mouth of hers takes me as deep as she can, and her tongue does wild things, flicking all along my length as she gives me some really spectacular head.
The decadent combination of Lennon squirming over my face as I tease her and the suction of her mouth on my cock have me quickly spiraling until I can’t fucking stand the last barrier between us anymore. I grip the skimpy lace underwear with both hands and pull until the ripping sounds of fabric tearing fills the room. She freezes for a moment, but I take that to my full advantage, dipping my tongue into her newly-bared-to-me pussy.
Her entire body jerks as she gets used to me sucking on her clit at the same time she’s blowing me. Has she done this before or not? I can’t fucking tell, but fuck me, it’s so good. Her scent is everywhere, filling my head and making me dizzy. The more I lap at her, the more soaked she becomes.
“Mase, I’m close.” She gasps, then slides her hand around to cup my balls, massaging them for a few seconds before giving them an experimental tug. At the same time, she rubs herself over my face, hips rocking in a very precise rhythm.
My fingers dig into her ass cheeks, but I’m not trying to stop her or control her—I’m hanging on for the ride of my life. We pant and moan, writhing together. Hips piston and thrust as legs quake under the force of impending orgasms. “Drench my face, baby. Come for me while your pretty mouth takes my cock like a good girl.”
A strangled noise rips from her lips at my demand, and it’s not long before her pussy begins to pulse on my tongue. “Oh god, Mase. I’m coming. I’m coming.” She pants as her legs quake around my head, her words on repeat. I have no idea how she continues to suck me so fucking good while she’s obviously leapt off a cliff and is in a free fall of lust.
“Fuck, Kin. You’re so fucking sexy when you come.” I suck in a breath, my vision all but blurring. I should have known better. I’m getting the result I wanted from her so that I can draw her in a post-orgasmic haze… but now I’m going off the deep end myself. This exercise might prove to be more interesting than I had originally planned.
As the waves of her pleasure finally ebb, she lets out a low moan with my dick in her mouth, and that’s all it takes to set me off. My balls draw up, and my release shoots in spurts onto her tongue. It’s intense, her soaked pussy on my face and her wet mouth taking everything I have to give. I swear, my brains exit my body with the force of that orgasm, and I lie there, stupefied for several long seconds before I can even move again, much less think.
Lennon comes off my dick with a wet pop, then proceeds to lick it and give it a little kiss. I think she’s trying to kill me. She carefully turns around and lies on top of me, seeking out my lips with hers. She strokes her tongue into my mouth, and our kiss quickly becomes so fucking dirty and sloppy it makes my dick hard again. Tasting myself on her makes me want to fuck her and keep her and… everything I’ve resigned myself to wanting even when I know I shouldn’t. I don’t fully trust myself with her, yet I can’t help but want her. Lennon and I—when we’re good, we’re so fucking good. And when it’s bad, it’s scary.
I shove that out of my head. Right now, at this moment, I’m in control, and I want to take advantage of that. “I’m gonna draw you now. Just like this.”
