Delivering His Gifts (Mountain Men of Liberty #10)- K.C. Crowne Page 0,32
His lips parted as if he had wanted to say something, but I didn’t let any words come out.
I pressed my mouth against his, my hand stroking his cheek and beard. It was a chaste kiss, and as soon as our lips touched, I knew it was a mistake. I pulled away.
“I’m sorry, I know I said—” Before I could finish, Mason kissed me back.
His tongue plunged into my mouth, and it felt like the air had left my lungs. Shivers ran through my body, as if begging for his touch.
“Should we do this?” I asked, pulling away briefly.
“You’re already pregnant,” Mason said, tucking a tendril of my hair behind my ear. “I don’t see why we should deny ourselves now. As long as you want to, that is.”
My head nodded on its own. Dammit, I didn’t want to think - I just wanted to feel his body against mine. I pushed the emotions out of my mind and allowed myself to relax into his embrace. He kissed me again before moving lower to my neck. I savored the sensation of his mouth locked onto my flesh. The roughness of his beard contrasted with the softness of his lips.
“We need to go into the bedroom,” I moaned. There was a warmth in my belly, an ache below. My body was begging for him, and it felt like there was an emptiness inside me that only he could fill. An itch only he could scratch.
Before I knew what was happening, Mason lifted me into his big, strong arms and walked down the hallway, careful to be quiet as we walked past Skyler’s room. My bedroom door was open, thankfully, and he carried me inside and sat me down on the bed before closing the door behind us.
He closed the distance from the door to the bed in what appeared to be one giant leap, as if he couldn’t wait a second longer. He hovered above me, standing at the edge of the bed. His eyes were full of hunger and I was ready for him to consume me.
“I need you undressed, now,” he growled, his hands ripping at my pajama bottoms. He slipped them down and tossed them to the floor.
He slipped my shirt off over my head, disposing it on the bed next to me. I had slipped a bra on before he had arrived, but that too was removed with a quickness I had to admire. My breasts fell free in his hands, and he dropped to the floor, his mouth encasing one of my erect nipples.
My head fell backward into the bedding as I groaned. My body writhed, arching upward as if begging for him to move lower. But Mason wasn’t in any hurry. He took his time sucking and teasing my nipples, enjoying every inch of my D cups.
“God, you’re so sexy,” he muttered, his face buried in my flesh.
“Please, Mason…” I whimpered, my insides aching for him. “I need you inside me.”
“Not so fast,” he said. “There’s something else I’ve been dying to do first.”
I cocked an eyebrow in curiosity. He dropped completely to his knees and pulled my body toward the edge of the bed, one leg over each of his shoulders. He dove between my thighs, the warmth of his mouth taking me by surprise as it found my most sensitive parts. I knew that I had to be quiet, we couldn’t wake Skyler. I grabbed my shirt and stuffed it into my mouth to silence the screams that were already threatening to escape from me.
He rolled his tongue around my clit, groaning as he tasted me for the first time.
My body was already on fire from all the build-up, and damn, he was so good with that tongue. He knew exactly where to place it to push me over the edge.
My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, as my heels dug into his shoulders. My body arched upward, but his strong hands held me in place. He never slowed or stopped, and I found my hands were pulling his head into me, my nails digging into his scalp as I cried out in pleasure, the sound mostly silenced by my shirt.
Once the pleasure subsided, I removed the shirt from my mouth and stared down at Mason. His face was soaked in my juices, and his eyes were even hungrier than before. I had not satiated that hunger, only fueled it - and he wanted more.