My body trembled with the thrill of what was to come, and I turned and leaned toward the wall, bracing myself as I lifted my bottom up for him.
His finger brushed back and forth over the freckle. “Love this. Drives me fucking crazy,” he said, and his lips pressed against the small of my back and began trailing kisses over my ass until he was licking and kissing the freckle. “My freckle,” he said against my skin.
My knees felt weak, and my body trembled.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded, and the tone of his voice made my insides quiver. I moved them apart and hoped I wouldn’t crumple to the ground.
“My pussy,” he said, just before his tongue began tasting me there.
I was his. Everything about me belonged to Mase Colt Manning. I cried out his name as he began to tease my clit.
“Be good, baby. This is my dessert.”
“Mase,” I whimpered, not sure I could stand there much longer.
“Yes, baby?” His warm breath bathed my sensitive flesh, and the pulsing need grew stronger.
“I can’t . . . stand,” I said, feeling my knees start to give out.
His hands were on my waist, picking me up and turning me around. “I got you,” he said, before bending down, taking one of my legs, and draping it over his shoulder.
Another whimper escaped from me at the sight of Mase on his knees like that.
“Just let me love you,” he said with a fierce look, before burying his face between my legs.
I grabbed his shoulders and cried out as he took me to another realm of pleasure.
My eyes fluttered open as my back hit the soft bed. I glanced up at Mase. His body was dry, but his hair was still damp. The smug smile on his face made me ache for more, even though I wasn’t sure I could do more.
He pulled back the covers and crawled in beside me, then covered us both up.
“Glad you’re back,” he said, holding me close. “That must have been one hell of an orgasm.”
I frowned. “It was . . . but . . .” I couldn’t remember what had happened after it hit me. I had splintered off into a million pieces, and Mase had just kept sliding his tongue over me until I couldn’t take any more. I’d been begging and gasping for air and then . . . nothing.
“Either you’re exhausted, or I’m just that damn good,” he said, sounding pleased with himself.
“What happened?” I finally asked.
Mase bent his head and kissed my forehead. “You passed out from your orgasm after screaming my name. It was amazing.”
“Oh, my God,” I whispered. “I didn’t know that could happen.”
“Me, neither,” he replied, still grinning.
“You just kept going and . . .”
“You taste like a fucking cinnamon bun, and when you come, it’s like sweet cream. I couldn’t stop. It was too damn good.”
I buried my face in his chest. I was embarrassed and pleased.
He chuckled and held me tighter. “Told you that pussy was gonna own me.”
I inhaled him and clung closer.
“Sleep, baby. You’re exhausted. Get some rest.”
“I love you,” I said, leaning my head back to look up at him.