his weight from one foot to the other waiting for her next move.
“Take off your shirt,” her voice husky, but strong. While he began to unbutton his shirt, she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed gently against him. He took a step back. Holly thrilled at his willing display of obedience. She traced her hands down his bared shoulders, his large biceps bunched as she kneaded their taut surface leading to an answering dampness between her thighs. Moving behind him, she pulled her hands back, grasping his now open shirt from the neck and pulled it away from his body, exposing his powerful back. Her hands moved over his lats, she relished his tanned skin. He had always been tan, even in the deepest months of winter, a gift of his half Native American father. She breathed over his back, letting her hands travel up and down. She had to taste him. She wanted him so badly, she didn’t know if she could continue this venue, but she had promised herself she would make him see what possibilities lay between them and she hated to make a liar out of herself. He needed this and so did she. Letting her lips caress his back, she took in his scent, spicy, woodsy like a wild thing, all masculine and warm.
“I love your back. Your muscles bulging for me. Seeing the sweat begin to form and knowing I did that.” Her voice purred.
Mason groaned. A deep rumble more than an audible sound. Holly leaned in close, her nipples meeting his back as she leaned into him, touching his neck with her lips, scraping her teeth lightly against the base of his neck. Sliding around to face him, she gazed at his bare chest sporting hard nipples of his own, she smoothed her hands over both his flat nipples, feeling their stiffness in her palms.
Looking up, she stared Mason in the eye. “This is where you never let me touch you before. You are mine while you’re here, just as much as I am yours.” His throat worked, making his Adam’s apple bob a few times. “Don’t speak or I’ll have to gag you. I forgot to mention that.” Tonight was her night. She didn’t want to hear any protests or rejections. Not tonight.
Mason nodded hesitantly, his breathing became shallow, rough.
“Your safe word is red. You know how to use a safe word, yes? You may nod.”
He nodded. “We’re not going to be playing that hard, but you never know. We’ll keep it in reserve for later. Right now, I have plans for this gorgeous body of yours.” She ran her hands down from his ribs to his incredible washboard abs and proceeded to unbutton his jeans, Five-O-Ones. Pushing the tough material down his thighs, she let out a surprised laugh as his cock sprang free. Mason went commando. How could she forget that little detail? She stroked his long, hard cock up and down, enjoying its smooth hardness. He was huge, she had to give him that. Her pussy wept in anticipation of the feel of him sliding inside her, touching her so intimately.
Leaning down, she lapped at the pre-come beading on the slit of his shaft. His flavor she remembered the spicy, mildly salty mix that had her pulling him further into her mouth. Hands pumping in time to her tongue laving up and down his thickness. She sucked harder and worked him down to the back of her throat and swallowed several times. He bucked and cried out a huff of breath. Looking up, his eyes were wide open, staring holes into her mouth if it were possible. Enough for now. She pulled back she wanted him to come inside her. They’d play this game later.
“You and your big cock are going to learn how to please instead of how to take. ” She looked up at him. “Ready?”
He nodded. His face had a ruddy hue and the veins in his neck stood