Page 27 of Merrily Mine
Come just like this,I wanted to encourage him, but I couldn’t speak around his shaft.Down my throat. Let me taste you.I slipped my pointer finger inside my soaking wet pussy, my body already wound so tight, needing a release.
My bodyached,and I needed him inside me. To fill me up. To make me see stars the way he had last night. Adding my middle finger, I plunged both inside my entrance, working myself higher. It was only a few moments later, with a sharp growl from Mason, that he spilled inside my mouth, pulling free at the last minute, his cum making a mess out of me, coating my lips and breasts.
Swallowing, I looked up at him from below him, still on my knees, and licked my lips before running a finger through hissticky seed that covered the swells of my chest. “Thank you,” I breathed out as I removed my hand from my pants, wiping my fingers on my pajama bottoms.
Mason tugged at my ponytail—not enough to hurt, but enough to distract me from the liquid coating my skin. “Why are you thanking me? I should thankyou.”
I batted my eyelashes. “Because I get the sense that no one’s ever done that for you before.” And I enjoyed being the one to do it for him. To put him first.
He hadn’t opened up to me about his ex-wife yet, but I got the feeling there was more to the story than just the divorce. The way he wouldn’t talk about her and would change the subject whenever she was brought up made that all too obvious.
He frowned, tucking himself back into his pants. “No one’s ever given me a blowjob?”
I laughed, shaking my head as I ran a hand up his thigh, squeezing it. “Taking care ofyou,Mason. You deserve that too, cowboy.” Just like he’d taken care of me last night.
“Oh.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t…”
“You don’t have to say anything.” I looked around, found my top and grabbed it. Before I could put it back on, Mason was off the couch, pulling me into his arms.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Um.” My cheeks flushed, and I used my sweater to cover my bra, knowing my peaked nipples showed through the thin, lacy fabric. “I was thinking we should figure out what we’re doing for lunch.”
His eyes were molten lava, flaring with heat as he took me in. “Oh, I don’t need to think about that.” He gave me a wicked grin. “I’m having you, darlin’.”
Mason picked me up over his shoulder, giving me the most delicious view of his ass as he walked. The sweatpants were doing him all kinds of favors.
I don’t know what I expected—a bed, maybe?—but he set me down on the dining room table, spreading my thighs and sitting in front of me like I was a goddamn buffet.
And this man liked toeat.
“Mason—”I propped myself up on my elbows, ready to protest as he pulled my pajama bottoms off me, then my lacy panties next, but I couldn’t come up with a rebuttal as his tongue found my core. He kept licking me, letting out a pleasant hum that went straight to my clit. “Oh.”
Mason’s heated gaze swept over my naked body, and a shiver ran down my body at how intensely he was looking at me. My middle was soft, and I had cellulite on my thighs, and I definitely didn’t look the same as I did in my perfectly posed social media photos, but he didn’t seem to care about any of that.
I blushed. “You really don’t have to?—”
“It’s your turn,” he insisted. His blue eyes pierced me as he looked up at me from between my thighs. “You haven’t come yet, did you?”
I shook my head. “No.” My voice came out high, all breathy.
He pushed his middle finger inside me, and I let out a whimper. My fingers alone weren’t normally enough to get myself there, even if I was wetter than normal. But I couldn’t reach that spot inside me, not like Mason could.
“Fuckin’ soaked, huh, Em? Did sucking my cock turn you on?” He slipped a second finger inside, pumping into me a few times before pulling them out, his mouth positioning over my core. He blew lightly on my clit, and then I was lost in the pleasure.
“Mmmm,” was my only response as he speared my core with his tongue, thrusting it inside of me over and over. He added his thumb, roughly applying pressure to my clit, and that was all it took. “Yes,”I cried out, the orgasm hitting me hard. Wetnesscoated my thighs, my body hot but satisfied as I dropped my head back, basking in the afterglow of my climax.
“I can’t get over how good you taste,” he said, pulling back, my release coating his mouth and beard. His eyes were dark, almost black, as he licked me off his lips. “Fucking perfect.” He stood up, towering over me on the table, and leaned down to kiss my lips in a lazy exploration of my mouth. Mason stepped into the space between my thighs, grasping my hips until every inch of his body pressed up against me.
Shutting my eyes, I allowed myself to just enjoy his tongue stroking over mine.Perfect.He was right. This was perfect. Too perfect, because part of me never wanted it to end. I’d never experienced sex like this before, a lover who was this passionate and giving, and some part of me wondered if I ever would again.
“How is it possible that you’re already hard again?” I practically moaned as he pressed his erection against me. I was probably soaking the front of his pants, still sensitive from my orgasm, but he looked completely unfazed.
He bit my lip. “It’s because you’re so fucking sexy, Emily.” God, my name on his lips did things to me. It made me want to take a risk. To stop caring about why it was a bad idea and only think about why it was a good one.
He ran his teeth down my throat. “So. Fucking.Edible.”
I fluttered my eyelashes. Reaching out, I slipped my hand between us, palming his length over his sweats. “I want you inside me.”
