Jenna lifted her knees subconsciously.
Mason pressed them back down. “Stay still,” he repeated. “Let me see you first.”
First? First before what? If he didn’t take his clothes off and fuck her soon, she was going to implode.
As though knowing she wouldn’t be able to obey, he placed one hand firmly against her groin while he stroked through her sex with the other.
“Oh God, Mason.” She moaned around the words. She’d never been so prepared. So ready. So fucking horny.
“So wet for me, baby.” He leaned down and blew a breath against the wetness he’d brought out.
Jenna would have bucked completely off the island if he hadn’t held her steady. But he knew that.
He chuckled, his seriousness evaporating. “So responsive. I love that.” He tested her again, as though her responses were fascinating. This time he dipped two fingers into her and drew them back out across her G-spot.
The invasion was so swift and unexpected, she stopped breathing. She was so close to coming, she thought she would embarrass herself.
“And tight. Shit, Jenna. When did you have sex last?”
She bit the inside of her cheek, not wanting to answer the question. He was obviously a man who enjoyed frequent intercourse. She felt like a fool.
“Jenna, answer me. When was the last time a man had his cock inside you?” He pushed those two fingers back inside and scissored them as he spoke.
Her mouth opened, but all she could think about was his fingers and how good they felt. How bad she wanted him to stroke her clit. How fucking arousing his dominating ways made her body jump at his command.
He pulled his hand away and lifted his head.
He waited until she lowered her gaze to his. She was shocked to find him licking his fingers clean. He stared at her face, his damn eyebrow lifted in its usual questioning spot.
What was his question? Oh, right. Her sex partners. How personal. But she would do anything to make him fuck her. “Over a year.” Her voice barely sputtered out.
He smiled. “I like that.”
She dropped her head back on the tile as he lowered his attention to her pussy again. The hand he held her down with pressed on her skin, pulling it toward her belly. She realized his intent when her clit popped free of the little hood, exposed to the air.
“Oh, baby. That’s so sexy.” He brushed his fingertip over the nub, and she screamed.
“More,” she begged. “Please.” She rolled her head back and forth, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to concentrate on the sensations bombarding her system.
“Patience, Jenna.” He danced his free hand over her belly and across her breasts, avoiding her nipples. “All good things require self-restraint.”
What the hell?
Mason tortured her breasts forever, circling her nipples over and over until she thought it would never end. There was a precise moment when his smooth touches finally caused her arousal to ebb, and that was the second he pinched a nipple between his thumb and finger, hard.
Jenna bucked her chest off the island. She flung her arms from over her head and grasped his wrist where he held her poor nipple captive. Her arousal shot from its recession to full blown in an instant.
“Ah ah,” he muttered. “Put your hands back above your head, and I’ll release you.”
At this point Jenna wasn’t sure she wanted to be released. The sweet torture on her nipple was at once painful and arousing. Nevertheless, she lifted her arms back above her head. This time she gripped the edge of the island and held on.
“Good girl.” He released her offended tit only to repeat the action on the other side. This time it wasn’t as shocking. She still bucked her chest, but she didn’t let go of the tile. “Even your tits are responsive. Are you always this easily aroused?”
Did she have to answer that?
Mason pinched the first nipple again, harder. The pain was intense, but her pussy fucking loved it at the same time.
“No.” She shook her head, realizing he did in fact require a response. “Never.”
“Good. I like that too. So it’s me.”
“Yes. Please, Mason…” Her voice trailed off. Somehow she knew her words were useless wastes of consonants and vowels that did nothing but fill the room with noise.
He still held her steady at the waist with his other hand, and he leaned away from her chest again. He stroked his fingers through her growing moisture and rubbed her own lubricant across her clit. It pulsed as he pressed into it.
Jenna gritted her teeth, trying not to come and hoping she came at the same time. She craved the release, but she also preferred to wait for him to enter her. He only got one shot. It would be so much sweeter if he was inside when she came. Should she tell him?
She couldn’t form all of that into words. Plus she doubted he would take anything she said into consideration, anyway. She had no choice but to follow his lead.
Mason showed no signs of slowing down. He circled her clit and flicked his finger over it in no apparent pattern, leaving her gasping and wondering when his next touch would come. Every few passes, he pushed two fingers into her as deep as he could and then returned to her clit, leaving her reeling at the quick invasion and retreat.
“So hot, baby,” he whispered. “Come for me, Jenna.”
Jenna tensed. She shook her head.
No. Please. Don’t make me come until you’re inside me.
“Jenna. Look at me.”
She twisted her head to one side. Lifting it would be too much trouble.
When she made eye contact, he held her gaze while he pressed into her and left his thumb behind at the same time, the pressure on her clit maddening. He stroked her front wall. “Come, Jenna. Now.”
She blinked, but her vision blurred as she shattered. Her entire body participated in the orgasm, shaking with each pulse around his fingers. Her clit throbbed against his thumb, and he stroked her through the entire orgasm she thought would never end.
When she finally managed to concentrate on his face again, she found him still staring at her, a smile lifting his lips. “Beautiful, Jenna. So gorgeous. Do it again.”
What?
She shook her head.
No. You don’t understand. I can’t.
In fact she was growing sensitive to his touch already. She squirmed to avoid the direct contact.
“I want to watch your pussy this time, Jenna.” He held her steady, pressing harder against her waist.
“I…” Her mouth was too dry. She licked her lips to no avail. “Mason, I can’t.”
“You can, baby.” He was so determined. She believed he could actually command her body to do his bidding whether his request was possible or not.
The sensitivity subsided gradually as he circled her clit again and stroked her inner walls. Whatever he did with his fingers brought her back to life in an instant. “That’s your G-spot, baby. Have you ever had a G-spot orgasm?”
She shook her head again. Not that she was aware of.
He changed his pace, grazing his fingers over a spot inside her that had been elusive until this moment.
Jenna moaned, an unintelligible sound she couldn’t control.
He tapped that spot, over and over, while her arousal grew back to full intensity in no time.
Wetness leaked from her pussy and ran down her crack. She was lost in the new sensation inside her channel. As Mason released her belly to gently pinch and roll her clit, she barely noticed when he reached one finger of his other hand to rub the stretch of skin running from her pussy to her ass. It felt so good. So fucking good. Whatever he was doing, she didn’t care, as long as he never stopped.
Her breath caught in her lungs when he suddenly breached her rear hole with his pinky. He slid his finger in so smoothly, using her own moisture to guide the way.
She wanted to protest, but she couldn’t move a muscle. Her mouth didn’t have any usefulness.
Her body jumped to attention. Her pussy gripped his fingers, and her ass tightened around his pinky. The forbidden feeling grew on her. It heightened the other sensations until all she knew was an intense urge to pee. She squeezed her pussy.
No no no. Oh God
.
“Relax, baby. It’s perfectly normal. Let it go.”
“No. I’m going to pee on you,” she blurted.
He chuckled. “No you aren’t. You’re going to come. Hard. That’s what it feels like.” He tapped faster, harder, against her G-spot. “Right here. Let it go, baby. Come on my hand, Jenna.”
The sensation built with his movements. Her need to pee grew incrementally. Was he deranged? She was going to embarrass herself to death if he didn’t stop now.
And then she lost it. All control vanished. The most freeing, liberating orgasm she’d ever felt swept through her pussy. She gushed onto his hand. She didn’t care. All she knew was overwhelming peace as she squirted onto his palm over and over.
“That’s it, baby. God that’s hot. You’re precious.” He eased off slowly, pulling his pinky from her rear and his fingers from her pussy until he soothed her sex with his hands as she came down from so high she might as well have taken drugs to get there.
She was so heavy. More relaxed than ever. And he hadn’t entered her yet. How the hell was she going to be any good to him now?
“See, you didn’t pee.”
“Really?” she muttered.
Sure seemed like it to me.
“Nope. That’s female come, baby. It happens when you have a deep G-spot orgasm.”
She hoped he wasn’t shitting her. She barely cared.
It felt so fucking good.
“Don’t move.” He stepped away toward the sink, rummaged in a few drawers. The water came on. It ran a moment. He returned. “Wet cloth. Hopefully it’s warm enough.” He set the washcloth on her and blotted her skin until he was satisfied. “Better?”
She nodded. It felt amazing. He was so caring, so fucking considerate. Always.
He came to her side and lifted her easily into his arms. Her entire body ached, and she moaned into his chest. His still-clothed chest. Even her arms hurt from straining to hold them above her head.
He kissed her temple. It occurred to her he hadn’t kissed her on the mouth. She couldn’t move to look at him, though.
He carried her down the short hall and into her bedroom. He managed to flip on the light with one hand. With all the tenderness in the world, he set her on the bed and pulled the covers over her body.
Her eyes wouldn’t stay open. She gazed at him through the slit. He kneeled beside her and kissed her fingers. “I’m going to lock the door on my way out. Do you need me to set your alarm?”
What? Her eyes opened farther. “You’re leaving? You…I…”
He grinned. “I promised Rafe I would keep my pants on. And the only way I can keep that promise is to leave now.”
“But… Seriously?” She struggled to pull herself up and failed. “You can’t just…”
He grinned broader. “I can. I did.” He kissed her forehead. “That was the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given me. Thank you, Jenna. Truly.”
“But you didn’t…” She couldn’t seem to finish a single sentence.
“It’s okay.” He tweaked her nose. “I got it.”
He’s got it? Oh
. Oh.
“Go to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon at the altar.” He stood and backed away, still gazing at her with lust in his eyes.
He turned the light off as he left the room, and she heard every noise as he let himself out, including the rev of his engine as he pulled away from her apartment. After that, she couldn’t hold her eyes open another minute. Sleep dragged her under.
Mason reached his house in record time. His dick was so hard he thought he’d have to pull over and jerk off on the side of the road. But he made it. As soon as he had his car in the garage and the door closed, he bolted into the house and headed straight for his bedroom.
That woman had him in knots. She was gloriously perfect in every way. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted a woman in his life. Before today, women had just been women. Sure, he’d had a steady stream of willing partners, but none he went after himself. He’d never had to. Apparently women liked his physique. It stupefied him, but whatever.
Mason kicked his shoes off with his feet and tugged off his pants, the ones that had been too tight for so many hours now he’d lost count. He shrugged out of his boxers and whipped his shirt over his head.
The second he gripped his dick in his palm, he nearly came. He’d been so close for so long, it wouldn’t take much to get himself off. And he knew once wouldn’t be enough. Not after what he’d witnessed from the sweetest dainty pale frame he’d ever held.
He hadn’t kissed her. Had she noticed? He’d known he couldn’t and keep his promise to Rafe. One touch of her lips on his and he’d have gone off the deep end, lost his mind.
Instead, he’d controlled his growing lust, barely, and watched his woman as she came completely undone twice before his eyes. He hadn’t meant to do it the second time. But when he witnessed her reaction and realized she wasn’t completed, he couldn’t resist. And the added bonus—he’d been the first to make her orgasm from her G-spot. What a gift.
Mason squeezed his cock hard and breathed through the memories. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he released his tight grip and stroked himself up and down his length.
So goddamn hard and tight, it was a wonder he hadn’t needed an ambulance.
He grabbed the doorframe between the bedroom and the bath, unable to make it another step in any direction. He faced the bathroom in the dark, his eyes closed as he relived every second of his evening while stroking his dick up and down, a furious pace he couldn’t stop.
It didn’t take long. Before he could stop it, he came, squirting in long jets onto the bathroom tile. His cock jerked with every pulse. Harder than he could remember. He came with visions of Jenna’s sweet pussy in his mind. The way her mouth dropped open and she gasped for air when she reached her peak. So pure and innocent. Her expression had amazed him. Nothing about her was a fraud.
Spent, he sucked in a deep breath. He leaned hard against the wall and waited until his legs would move to reach for a towel and wipe up the floor. He used the light of the moon streaming in the window, not bothering with the switch on the wall. He knew his house well enough. It wasn’t necessary.