Page 51 of Fun and Games
When he finally pulled back, his eyes were still simmering with heat.
"Did you like watching me fall apart?" he asked.
"I did," I replied. "You aren't the only one who's been thinking naughty things. I thoroughly enjoyed myself."
"I think you're going to enjoy what comes next better," he said with a wicked smirk.
"And what exactly comes next?" I asked, playing along.
"You."
That green blaze turned into an inferno as Mason dragged me to the sofa and pushed me down until I was reclining back with my legs splayed open. In seconds, my panties were gone and my skirt was hiked to my waist.
Mason dropped to his knees and gripped my hips, pulling me toward him. He wasted no time, immediately darting down and sucking my clit into his mouth.
I shrieked, my head falling back against the cushions. He licked a hot, wet line between my lower lips, tongue teasing at my entrance, before returning to that sensitive bundle of nerves.
I panted and gasped as his mouth, lips and tongue worked magic on me. I struggled not to clamp my thighs down and smother him, but the pleasure was so good — I was so far gone, every muscle in my body was tensing and flexing unconsciously.
With his mouth occupied, he wasn't able to keep his usual running commentary of dirty talk, but he was so skilled that I didn't need that little bit extra to bring me to the edge. I got close and fisted his hair, urging him on, and he doubled his efforts, sliding two fingers inside me to pump in and out furiously.
I came with a cry, pleasure singing through every vein, through every limb, to the tips of my fingers and toes. He worked me through it ceaselessly until I had to pull on his hair to tell him to stop, the pleasure nearing pain.
Mason knelt back up to take a seat on the sofa and pulled me onto his lap. I cuddled down into his chest as I caught my breath.
"So about that surprise…" he began.
"I'm not going to tell you what it is just because you gave me a mind-blowing orgasm," I said.
"Damn," he replied, feigning disappointment. "Guess I'll just have to be patient."
Mason stroked a hand up and down my back, almost like he was petting me. I couldn't help but smile.
"Trust me," I said. "You're going to love it."
Twenty
"I'm in love,"Mason declared.
I stood back with my arms folded over my chest and beamed a self-satisfied smile.
"No, really," Mason said as he looked up from the pile of golden retriever puppies who were currently crawling all over him. "This is what love feels like, isn't it?"
"I think it must," I replied.
"Who's a good boy?" he cooed at one of the puppies gnawing at his fingers.
When I'd first thought of bringing Mason to this dog rescue center, I knew he'd probably be into the idea, but I hadn't expected the pure joy that was now radiating from his face. He was almost as excited as the puppies squirming all over him.
The place was a sprawling thirty acre plot of land that was more of a free-range sanctuary and less of a shelter. The dogs had all the space they could possibly want to run and play. It was two towns over and had been a bit of a drive, but it was on multiple lists as a must-see if you were in the area.
"It's feeding time," one of the center's caretakers announced as they started setting down bowls of kibble.
The puppies perked up as one, their heads all swinging in the direction of the food, and quickly scampered off, leaving Mason alone and sprawled out on the floor.
"I've been abandoned for food," he said.
"They'll be back when they want more pets and neck scratches," I told him.
