“Was that come, or will you . . . come more?” she asked as the precome coated my dick under her grasp. She hadn’t recoiled, but instead, she’d used it for lubrication.
“You keep this up, and I’m going to . . . explode.”
The little minx grinned. She was enjoying herself. Fuck me, but that was almost too much. I wanted to hold back and enjoy this longer. I wasn’t going to scare the hell out of her and come all over her hand. But making her let go so I could finish under my own hand didn’t sound appealing.
I turned my head to look at her, and that was the mistake. She had her bottom lip pulled between her teeth, and with each move of her hand, her tits bounced. I was done.
“I’m gonna come,” I said, taking her hand off me.
“Wait, no,” she said, reaching for me again.
“Baby, I’m gonna—”
The upward tug and the smell of her hit me at once. I cried out her name as I did exactly as I’d warned her. She kept moving her hand on me, and I kept on fucking coming. Falling back against the sofa, I think I might have whimpered. I wasn’t sure anymore. My brain was fuzzy, and my body was humming with a pleasure so intense I wasn’t sure I’d walk again.
Then her hand stopped moving, and I sucked in a deep breath.
“Holy shit, that was . . . incredible,” I said, staring down at her small hand covered in my release.
Just the sight of it had my dick stirring to life again. Dammit, she was turning me into an animal. I’d just had the best orgasm of my life from her hand.
“Let me clean you up,” I said, tugging up my underwear and standing to pull my jeans up on my hips. “I’ll get a wash-cloth.” I started, but she stood up, smiling.
“I’ll go wash it off,” she assured me. Then she shoved me back down. “You seem like you need a moment.”
My girl had jokes. I laughed, and she threw a glance back and winked at me. She motherfucking winked at me.
Reese
I washed my hands under the warm water and looked at the silly smile on my face. I had done that. I had made Mase groan and cry out and even grab the sofa like his life depended on it until he got off. Me. I did it. And not one time had I gone to that dark place. I had been all wrapped up in watching Mase and knowing I was the one giving him that pleasure. It was a high. I had gotten some crazy high from it.
Then the way he’d looked at me, in awe, like I was some wonderful gift. He always made me feel special, but in that moment, I felt like a goddess. His goddess.
“You are entirely too pleased with yourself,” his deep voice said, and I watched through the mirror as he walked up behind me. He had a lazy, satisfied grin on his face, and I had put it there. I was pleased with myself.
“I am,” I admitted.
He pulled my hair back away from my neck and pressed a kiss there. “Mmm-hmm, it’s cute and sexy,” he said in a whisper. “But it’s also fucking hot.”
I felt goose bumps cover my skin when his tongue darted out and licked my neck. “I just have one small problem with it,” he said, then nipped at my ear.
“Yeah?”
His hand pressed against my stomach and pulled me back against him. “Yeah. I do. You got to see me come all over your hand. Now I want to see you come all over mine,” he said, as his fingers teased the waistline of my shorts.
We had tried that before. I’d panicked. I didn’t want to mess this morning up. “What if I’m not ready?” I asked, unable to deny how the way his fingertips slipped into the top of my bottoms made me tremble with excitement.
He paused a moment, and then his mouth trailed kisses back down my neck and across my shoulder. “I thought about that. I’ve been thinking about it. I need to keep you with me when I touch you. So I want to try it again, but I won’t stop talking to you. I will reassure you the whole time and make sure you know it’s me. Can we try?”
My breasts were aching, but the space between my legs felt like it was on fire. I wanted this. My body wanted it. And I loved Mase. He wanted this. “OK,” I replied.
“Thank fuck,” he growled. He picked me up like a child and carried me to the bed and lay down beside me. “You smell so good. When I’m back home, I lie in my bed at night, and I can smell a hint of you. It teases me. I want you there. With me,” he whispered in my ear, as he slowly began easing his hand inside my shorts. I didn’t have on panties underneath, and he was about to find that out.
When he slid down far enough to realize it, he stopped. “Baby, you aren’t wearing panties,” he said in a deep voice.
I turned my head so I could see him.
His eyes looked much like they did when I was touching him. This excited him that much. The wetness between my legs got worse, and I was embarrassed for him to discover how turned-on I was.