Page 122 of The Young & the Sinner

He moved his hand down to my butt cheeks, and separated them, as if he was angry with me. I felt air there and clenched the muscles in my thighs. It was no use. The fact that he hooked my leg on his shoulder meant I couldn’t move more than an inch.

His fingers moved slowly as he explored me. I jumped when I felt his one finger intruding in my back end, and Mason looked up and met my eyes. Aside from his dark gaze, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He gathered up some of my wetness and smeared it there.

“Are you with me?”

“Yes, Mason. I’m with you.”

“Good. And remember, you say stop, and we stop. No questions asked, and no anger. Okay, baby?” His voice softened at the end, and I wanted to reach for him.

I said, “Okay,” instead, and leaned back against the counter.

His movements were slow and torturous. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I didn’t know what I wanted.

When the tip of his finger entered me, I leaned back against the counter, and tried to focus on my breathing. The he broke eye contact and moved forward, taking my mound in his mouth once more.

I felt his tongue, then his teeth, and I closed my eyes, letting out a small whimper.

It was too much. Much too much.

His finger went in a little deeper, stretching me out, and the sensation was as foreign as it was erotic.

“Mason.”

He hummed with his mouth still on me. I felt the vibration all the way down to my toes. Then Mason moved his finger, and my eyes sprang open in surprise. “Oh, God.”

He continued to eat me out, moving his finger, and all I could do was stand there and try not to fall.

I bit my lip, my fingernails digging into the palms of my hands, leaving their mark.

And then…

My leg muscles clamped tightly together as I tried to hold onto the orgasm for as long as I could. It was as if my body had been coiled tightly until I was forced to snap, and when I did, it was amazing, and beautiful, and chaotic all at once.

I wasn’t a stranger to orgasms, and I had explored myself on numerous occasions, but this was something else entirely. I opened my eyes and found Mason’s gaze on me.

He was smiling, and I was still too out of it to do anything more than stand there.

He leaned over and kissed me low on my belly, and words left me. Of all the things we did, this was the kiss that affected me the most.

My mind became nothing more than a jumbled mess.

It was funny how one little kiss could mess me up so bad.

Mason stood up and pulled me into his arms. “Alright, Olivia?”

“Yes,” I said softly. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”

He nodded, his eyes soft. Then he pulled me closer. I felt his hardness against my belly. Pulling away, I looked at him. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

I moved my hand down slowly. He stopped me before I could touch him and shook his head. He softened his rejection with a chaste kiss on my lips. “That’s not important. Tonight is about you.”

“Well, that hardly seems fair.”

He shook his head slightly. “This isn’t a quid pro quo kind of thing, baby. Don’t worry about me. Understand?”

Not really, but what could I say to that? I nodded, and he smiled. Then he bent down and pulled my jeans and panties up. I squirmed a little at the way the stickiness of fabric clung to my wet flesh.

“I’m going to go clean up,” I said.

He nodded. “And I’ll make dinner.”

I bit my lip to keep from laughing. He said that like it was the most normal thing in the world. But what we had just done didn’t feel normal. It felt earth-shattering. I turned away and headed toward the bathroom, a small smile playing at my lips the whole time.

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