Suddenly, she uses an arm to cover her breasts and her other hand to shield her pussy. “Trace?”
I can’t stop staring. “Yeah?”
“I don’t know what that expression means, but it looks like you want to eat me alive.”
“That seems like a good place to start,” I murmur as I position myself between her legs, gather her thighs in my grip, ignore her squeals of surprise, and open my mouth over her slick flesh.
Heaven. That’s the first word that zips through my brain. This is the earthiest, most female part of her. And after one taste, I don’t know how I’ll get enough. She’s like honey—sweet and flowing. Abundant. Gleefully, I run my tongue between her smoothest flesh and wrap my lips around the hardest part.
The worry and protest I saw forming on her face before I buried my mouth in her pussy? Replaced by little gasps and whimpers, long moans, shudders, and rolling hips.
She likes it.
If I were to add up all the hours I’ve spent eating pussy, I’d probably be embarrassed by the grand total. But I know how to give Masey a pleasure that’s all for her. She doesn’t have to work or worry or participate. She just has to enjoy it.
Her fingers thrust into my hair, slide along my scalp. As I suck on her clit, she tenses and tugs.
“Feel good, honey?” I glance up her body.
Her cheeks have gone pinker. She closes her eyes as if she’s melting into the mattress. “Oh, my god. What are you doing to me?”
In answer, I draw her into my mouth again, flicking her tip with my tongue. She arches and spreads her legs apart in an unconscious offering that’s so gorgeous I can’t resist tucking my hands under her lush backside and lifting her up to my mouth.
“I want to make you come,” I say as I eat at her.
She writhes in my hands and plucks at her nipples. “It’s so much. Too much. I don’t know how to…”
“Handle it?” I swipe a thumb across her clit, then swirl a lazy circle.
Her whole body tenses. She’s clenching and clamping as she clutches me desperately. My scalp tingles and burns—and I love it. Masey is usually so put together and controlled. I might have a long track record when it comes to sex, but it’s serving me well now as I unravel her.
“I can’t.”
A niggling something pings at my brain. “Have you ever had an orgasm you haven’t given yourself?”
She hesitates. Because she’s sifting back through her past and trying to recall an instance? Maybe, but it also might be because I’m licking at her most sensitive spot while I’m wedging two fingers inside her.
Masey tugs on my hair again as her body bows. “Trace!”
“You want to come?”
“Yes,” she pants.
“You ready?”
“Yes!”
“All you have to do is answer my question.”
“What?” she shrieks.
“Did Thom ever make you come?”
“I think so.”
But she doesn’t sound sure. And frankly, if she’s not…the answer is no.
Holy shit.
I’m going to fix that. I’m going to spend all night fixing it. I’ll fix it again in the morning if she’ll let me. Because a woman as sexy as Masey not being properly pleasured is just wrong. I’m all too happy to show her what she’s been missing.
If you do…well, she stayed with Thom for ten years. Would she be willing to stay with you if you make her feel good?
It’s an intriguing question.
With a new sense of purpose, I bend my head to her again and lavish all my attention where she needs it most. I drag my tongue across her clit over and over, while swishing my fingers inside her, searching for that smooth, sensitive spot that will make her—
“Trace!” Masey’s eyes flare wide as saucers.
Come. There it is…
I’m fascinated by the way her body bucks, her skin turns the sweetest shade of pink, her pussy engorges a gorgeous red, and she gives herself over to passion so honestly. Her eyes slam shut, and her O face is real—not something she practiced in a mirror to impress anyone. And I’m convinced it’s a face Thom never saw because this climax seems everlasting. Sure, I’m dragging it out by heaping all the pleasure on her I can, but she’s tightening and gyrating as if she’s never known a sensation like this.
God, Masey is stunning, and I can’t wait to be inside her.
Slowly, she starts to whimper, and I back away. Her breaths return, hard and sawing, and she opens her eyes, blinking directly