Page 52 of Open Arms

“Chlo,” I breathed out, just before my lips found hers once more.

“Finally,” she whispered against me, a feather-light confession that stoked the flame within me.

Our kiss deepened, a dance of need and affirmation. Her hands, tentative but sure, wound around my neck, pulling me closer. I could feel the rhythm of her heartbeat against my chest, as syncopated and wild as the pounding in my own ears.

“Chloe,” I murmured when we finally broke apart for air, the name tasting like sweet fire on my tongue. The way she looked at me then, bold and wanting, it flipped some switch inside me, turning desire into something more desperate, more urgent.

She leaned back, a challenge glinting in her gaze. “Show me, Mason.”

“Show you?” I pressed my forehead against hers again, trying to catch my breath, trying to steady the whirlwind she stirred in me.

“How much you missed me.” Her voice, usually so soft, now thrummed with a new-found edge of command.

“God, Chlo . . .” My hands found her ass, gripping it tightly. “You have no idea.”

“Then make me feel it,” she dared, her words wrapping around me, binding me to this moment, to her.

And I did. I kissed her, poured every ounce of pent-up yearning into it. The world outside her cottage, with its quiet streets and sleeping houses, might as well have been a million miles away. There was only Chloe—her taste, her touch, her heat.

“More,” she gasped, breaking the kiss only long enough to draw me closer with a strength that belied her petite frame.

“Anything,” I promised, my voice husky with the promise of what was about to unfold.

“Everything,” she insisted, and I knew then, I was hers for the taking—heart, body, and soul.

My hands roamed over Chloe’s body, rough and urgent, every touch igniting sparks that threatened to set us ablaze.

“Baby,” I breathed out, my voice a low growl against her skin as I traced the scars on her back, a reminder of the battles she’d survived. Her response was a whimper, high and desperate, that sent my senses reeling.

“More,” she pleaded, and her fingers dug into my shoulders, nails biting through the fabric of my shirt, urging me on.

“Everything you want,” I said, and it was more than a promise—it was a vow, one that echoed in the space around us, thick with need and desire. Our movements became frenzied then, rushed and feral.

We stripped our clothes off, flingingthem away so that nothing stood between us. She gripped my cock, hard and throbbing in her tiny hand.

“I want you to make me yours, Mason. Tell me what you want.”

I had to breathe deep to not shoot my load all over her in that moment.

“Fuck, baby. I want to feel your mouth around my cock. I’ve been dying to feel it. You think you could do that for me?”

Her face lit up in a devilish grin as she sank to her knees and took the tip of me into her mouth. My sweet, shy Chloe was now a sex vixen and I couldn’t get enough.

She teased me with her tongue, using her lips to suck around the head. But after a minute, she took me deep, as deep as she could go, and I felt her swallowing around me, choking on my length.

“Oh god, that’s it. That’s real good, baby.”

She bobbed her head up and down, her tongue swirling around my shaft, teasing every nerve ending as she went. I couldn’t believe this was happening. The woman who blushed when I looked at her was now on her knees in front of me, sucking my cock like a pro. Fuck, it felt so good. Too good.

“Damn, Chloe,” I groaned, her name a prayer on my lips as she took me even deeper, swallowing every last inch of me with practiced ease. Her eyes locked with mine, and in them, I saw a previously untapped well of desire and need. She was exactly as I’d imagined—fiery and passionate, her shyness nowhere to be found.

“God, baby,” I groaned, my hips involuntarily thrusting into her warm, wet mouth. Chloe moaned around me, the vibrations against my shaft sending shivers down my spine. “You’re too damn good at this.”

Her response was a muffled giggle, and damn if thatdidn’t make me harder. I cupped her head, gently guiding her speed, relishing in the way she took me in stride. Chloe was an enigma, a sexy, captivating enigma that I couldn’t get enough of.

“Chloe,” I groaned, my voice barely recognizable. “You’re gonna make me come.”

She pulled back with a pop, a trail of saliva connecting us for a brief moment before it broke.

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