Page 111 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
Willow
I can’t breathe,my heart is beating so fast. I’ve already come twice, and I think I’m about to do it again and he’s barely touched me. How is this possible? How can I feel so much with another person I want to burst? Sexual tension, satisfaction, anticipation, release.
We’ve moved into my bedroom and he’s kissing his way up my leg. He stops at my knee and begins again on my other ankle. I whimper in protest. I want Mason’s mouth on me. And the closer his mouth gets, the happier I will be.
He stops at my other knee; I grab at his hair and try to pull his head back.
“What do you want, my sweet Willow?” he asks.
“I want you to lick me,” I breathe, feeling very bold with my choice of words.
“Like this?” He licks the inside of my knee.
I shake my head. “Higher.”
“Here?” He repeats at mid-thigh.
I shake my head. “You know where.”
“Show me,” he commands.
I run my fingers down my side and over my hip bones stopping once my fingers reach my center. I touch myself and moan. I’d much rather it be him. But I’ll take release any way that I can right now. And my fingers know me well. I can get there fast.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he says watching me.
I’m close.
He nudges my fingers to the side with his nose and breathes me in. I’m too turned on to be embarrassed or self-conscious. He can do whatever he wants wherever he wants as long as he doesn’t stop. His tongue runs along the side of my clit, my hips jump in response. He repeats the same thing on the other side.
“Ohmigod, Mason.”
He runs his tongue from bottom to top, right through my center.
“Oh yeah, right there,” I moan, almost embarrassed by how low my voice is. Almost. “Again.”
He does it again, then pushes his tongue inside me, like he’s French kissing my lady parts.
“Oh god, oh god.” I keep saying the same things, but I can’t think of anything else to say. My mind is a blank. All my energy and focus are on Mason and what he’s doing to my body and how amazing it feels.
His lips move to engulf my clit, and everything explodes. I hear my cries, but can’t quite believe it’s me making them. My thighs clench around his head and my hands pull at his hair. I don’t care if I’m hurting him, if I’m suffocating him, I just want more. More of him, more of this. I don’t want it to end.
He licks me through my orgasm. Until I’m too sensitive to touch. And all I can do is lie there, unable to move any part of my body at all.
“I think I’m dead,” I tell him, my eyes still closed. “But dead in a good way.”
He crawls between my legs and sits back on his knees, grabs me by the waist, and pulls me up his thighs until he’s entering me again. He pounds into me, repeatedly, using my hips to hold me in place. Before I know it, I’m coming again.
This is insane. I’m going to die. I wasn’t dead before, but I will be now.
He lays me back and hooks his arm under my leg, spreading me further open to him, and slams back in, grunting. He pulls out halfway and is back in again, bottoming out, growling his release. He looks primal as he comes, eyes shut, head back, mouth open, veins popping. It’s rough and rugged, animalistic and hot. He drops my leg and falls to the bed beside me, pulling me into him. I hook my arm over his chest and leg over his thigh and sigh. So content, so satiated. I didn’t even know sex could be like this. Could make me feel so . . . complete.
Not only that, I feel sexy and beautiful. As though I’m actually all the things he murmured to me. Mason presses a kiss to my forehead and turns. “Be right back,” he says and disappears into the bathroom.
Is this when he leaves?
Would he do that, Willow? Would he just leave after that?
Maybe it wasn’tall thatfor him? Maybe he always comes that hard. Maybe that’s how it was with AshLynn.
