Page 51 of High Sea Seduction

The embarrassingly soaked feeling between my legs says otherwise. I’ve never been this wet. Or this desperate. I look over my shoulder, and he’s staring up at me as his hands part me wider and he replaces his tongue with his thumb.

“Fuck! I need you. Please…”

“Do you want to come?” He circles me once, twice, then pushes in.

Heat erupts up my spine. “Yes!”

He stands and crouches over me. “There are condoms in the box. Grab one for me,” he says.

I start to reach for the shiny black square, then hesitate. I may be crazy to contemplate it, but I want to feel everything. I want to squeeze every last drop of pleasure from this encounter, because I’m intelligent enough to know that Mason and I aren’t sustainable. We disagree on too much, have serious control issues that would fuck up any chance of this being more than a one-night thing.

So why waste a perfectly good medical report that says we can fuck the way nature intended for us to fuck?

He sees my hesitation and I hear his breath catch, but he remains silent. Waiting. The only movement is his thumb, still working the screaming bundle of nerves.

Slowly, trembling, I pull my hand back and grip the counter.

“Say it,” he says gruffly. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Take me, Mason. Fuck me raw.”

My words shudder through him and his cock jerks against my back. A touch of apprehension dribbles itself across my excitement. Mason is big, and although I’m worldly enough to know that he would probably fit back there, a part of me reels at the thought of his cock in my ass.

“You’re tensing up. Don’t. I won’t hurt you, but I need you to relax.”

“Easier said than done,” I return tightly. Now that I’ve let the doubts in, I can’t push them away, and I feel myself coiling tighter with each pass of his thumb.

“Shit, this isn’t going to work if you keep tightening up.” There’s a bite of frustration in his voice, along with a ragged edge of hunger, which echoes inside me. He cups my breast and tugs on the nipple. My insides melt, but not enough to take my mind away from what he’s doing behind me.

After another minute, he sighs. “Show me how to make you relax, baby. Tell me what gets you soft and horny. But it can’t be anything to do with your pussy. I don’t want you coming from me touching you there.”

Well, fuck, there goes that lifesaver. I bite my lip and heat slowly fills my face as I consider his request. I don’t know why the hell I’m embarrassed when he’s the perfect guy to make this a mind-blowing experience. “I…”

“Don’t be shy, kitten. Just say it and it’s yours.”

“Talk… umm, talk nerdy to me.”

He stills for a moment and mortification engulfs me. He continues to play with my nipple, but a second later I feel his breath on my ear. “So nerd talk gets you off, huh?”

“Y… yes.”

“Sure, baby. I can do that. How aboutLetters of Cicero to Atticus VII? Does that work for you?”

My heart jumps and I nod eagerly.

“Latin or English version?” he asks as he continues to play with my nipple and my asshole.

Oh, God. “Latin.”

Mason puts his mouth to my ear and starts whispering: “Dederam equidem L. Saufeio litters et dederam ad the unum, quod, cum non esset temporise mini ad scribendum satis, tamen hominem tibia familiarem sine meis litters ad the venire nolebam.”

Each whispered word is like a little morsel of decadent dessert on my senses. I close my eyes and let the low, sexy words infuse me.

“Sed, ut philosophi ambulant, has tibi redditum iri putabam prius.”

I moan when the tip of his thumb slips inside me. It burns, but the sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I let it saturate my senses as his words flood through me.

“Sin aim ills accepisti, scis me Athenas venisse pr.”

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