Page 75 of Unromance

He moaned like he was the one getting oral, his lips vibrating against her clit as he sucked. His hands pressed down on her thighs, keeping her spread wide for him even as she fought to squeeze them shut against the rising tide of pleasure inside her. She didn’t want it to ever stop, couldn’t believe she was about to hurtle over the edge from the barest suction, the teasing flick of his tongue so at odds with the bruising grip of his hands. He’d gone down on her before, but he’d never donethis.

“Mason, I’m—” she rasped on a sharp inhale.

He groaned against her, pulling her impossibly closer, and her hands twisted in his hair, holding him there, her body curling in on itself, no longer able to differentiate each touch, her body one giant explosion of sensation. She screamed. She actually fucking screamed. She fell back onto the bed as his tongue laved over her, working her down as tremors continued to shake her. She usually felt limp afteran orgasm, but whatever he’d just done to her left every nerve in her body feeling like a live wire.

She grasped at his hair, guiding him up, needing him back on top of her. He obliged, but slowly, ignorant to her desperate tugs. Giving up, accepting that he was only going to go at the pace he wanted and make her fucking wait for it, she let her hands fall limp at her sides. Something stuck to her palm, and in her haze of bliss and seemingly unending need for him, she recognized it as the condom he’d grabbed earlier. She all but threw it at him in her impatience.

His laugh coasted across her peaked nipple, and she arched her back, needing more.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a woman literallythrowa condom at me before.”

“Please,” she begged, grabbing the foil with her numb fingers and pressing it into his chest. She’d put it on him herself, but that required more focus than she had right now.

Taking the square foil from her, he placed it between his lips as he eased his boxers down and off.

Her mouth watered as his erection sprang free, and she slid lower on the bed, aligning her hips with his. She watched Mason greedily, his eyes fluttering shut as she rubbed herself along the length of him. She could practically see Mason fraying at the edges, his patience and careful control coming undone. His eyes were blown out as he grabbed her hip, pressing her back into the mattress.

“Please,” she said again.

He deftly ripped the foil open. “I think begging Sawyer might be my favorite,” he said gruffly as he rolled the condom on.

She grinned at the ceiling. “I think Mason in charge might be my new favorite.”

“What was your old favorite?” he asked with the sexy quirk of a singular eyebrow.

She couldn’t think straight. She wanted him too badly to focus on making words when he was sitting between her legs looking like a fucking Adonis.

He dragged his tip up the core of her, parting her. “Sawyer?”

She nearly choked. “I don’t know,” she answered distractedly. “All of them.”

The cocky expression on his face softened as he came to hover over her, taking her face in his hand. With his other hand, he reached between them, teasing her, the tip of his finger dipping in slightly before starting over. Running her hands over his chest and back, she could feel his muscles cording with restraint, a thrill shooting through her that he was as keyed up as she was. As if they hadn’t done this before. But that time, it hadn’t meant anything, and this time—if she thought too hard about what was written so clearly on Mason’s face, the panic would set in, so she shoved it away.

Her hands traveled south, grabbing a handful of his wonderful ass, guiding his hips forward. His eyes fluttered shut, a crease forming between his brows as she guided him inside of her. A choked noise escaped him, his breath coasting across her collarbones as he dropped his face into the crook of her shoulder. She stilled beneath him, giving him a moment even though she longed to bury him inside her.

His mouth found hers, and she smiled. When he pushed fully into her, she broke the kiss, her jaw falling open as he filled and stretched her. Ugh, he was going to make her enjoy missionary, wasn’t he?

She rolled her hips against his, moaning at the press of his skin against the most sensitive parts of her. His hand at her hip kept herin place as they found their rhythm, and she was so lost in him, so full of him, that she could already feel her live-wire nerves sparking. She shuddered beneath him, bucking against the hand gripping her. With a grunt, he pulled her with him as he sank onto the balls of his feet, before sliding back into her with a renewed sense of urgency. Her hands fisted the sheets, her back arching as he held her at the exact right angle, their hips coming together and apart at a pace that was both too fast and too slow.

Mason in charge was absolutely her new favorite thing.

He grinned, and she realized she’d said that aloud. His arm slipped around her waist, guiding her up so she was sitting on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck automatically, Mason never breaking his perfect rhythm.

“I lied earlier,” he grunted.

She watched him as he watched them coming together and apart, over and over. “Oh yeah?” she prompted.

“Watching you come is my favorite.” He brought one hand between them, his thumb pressing down on her clit.

Oh.

Fuck.

A tremor raced down her spine, and Mason buried a hand in her hair as her head started to fall back, holding her gaze. Her mouth fell open on a silent gasp as her orgasm seized her. Her insides simultaneously felt like molten lava and smoke, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing through her, coursing through her limbs to the rhythm of Mason’s hips. Pressing their foreheads together, he ground more forcefully into her, their hips picking up a blinding speed as he raced to follow her over the edge. Burying himself inside her, his teeth scraped over her shoulder as he came with a grunt.

“Fuck,” she breathed into his hair. Scraping her nails across hisscalp, she waited for him to move first, not wanting to ruin the moment.

Every orgasm she’d had before felt like the discount store brand and she’d just experienced the real thing for the first time. It wasn’t that she hadn’t had good orgasms before. Hell, she’d had them with him before, but this was different. The voice at the back of her mind that she’d silenced before was back now. It felt different this time because they weren’t just fucking. That was…making love.

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