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Cassie let the air slide from her
lungs. Later, she’d admonish herself for not being more confident
in her curves. For now, she needed to hear that he liked what he
saw. And apparently he had from the scandalous grin he now
wore.

He took his time, looking his fill
when she desperately needed his hands back on her flesh. She
stepped forward and grasped the buckle of his belt. Cassie worked
better at the belt than she had at her tiny buttons and soon had
the thing undone. She worried her bottom lip as she undid the top
button. Mason breathed in slightly to allow her fingers easier
access. When she’d completed her task, she reached for the top of
his zipper. Their eyes met and somehow she knew that this was the
point of no return. Once she undid the closure, their fates were
sealed.

She slowly lowered the fastener, the
sound against the teeth seeming loud as it echoed in the small
kitchen.

A smile hitched on one side of Mason’s
mouth as if he understood the silent treaty she’d just signed
between them. “Are you sure?”

Breathless, unsure her voice would
work, Cassie nodded her head, reaching inside the opening of his
pants to stroke his shaft through his briefs. He was thick, hard,
and hot in her grasp, but she couldn’t get to all of him. Before
she could pull her hand out to fix the situation, he tugged the
edges of his jeans down past his hips to give her better
access.

She gazed at the tented dark blue
fabric, the last piece of clothing between him and utter nakedness.
Tiny sprigs of hair arrowed from between his carved pecs down to
the band of his underwear, and more than likely continued on
underneath. Cassie slid her hand under his dog tags and pressed her
hand to the top of those curls on his chest and trailed her fingers
down through the soft hair, pausing once she met the band of his
briefs. She dipped one finger under the edge and touched the
thicker hairs above his cock.

He moved to pull his pants and briefs
off, but she stopped him. Mason looked up at her in
confusion.

“
I want to see you. I’ll
take them off.”

Mason halted, his jaw clenched. She
sensed he wanted to be in control, yet he stood there as still as a
statue, giving her what she wanted. His eyes soon closed and his
breathing grew shallower as he seemed to await her caress. She
gripped his underwear and pushed them down slightly, letting the
head of his shaft pop out. The tip glistened with a pearl of fluid,
and she couldn’t help herself from touching him. She lowered her
forefinger to spread the seed over the red, swollen head before
lifting that same finger to her lips.

Mason’s eyes flew open and his mouth
hung slack as he watched her taste his cum. His breathing deepened
and his fists hung clenched at his sides, as if he fought for
control.

Cassie liked seeing that kind of
reaction from him and couldn’t remember another who’d ever looked
at her the way Mason did right now. His pupils were dilated, and
she was almost convinced his eyes were black. Even dark, they
glistened with want. His skin was flushed and pink, and his lips
were slightly swollen and red from kissing her.

She had caused this. Her. A smile
twisted on her lips.

Cassie was sure she looked much the
same, a wildling filled with lust. Her breathing was labored; her
heart beat just as rapidly. She wanted him with an intensity she
couldn’t comprehend, yet the need to touch him, explore his body
was just as intense as her need to have his hands on her or his
cock filling her pussy.

She’d bared deep, dark secrets to
Mason in the past few months and listened to his own stories.
They’d shared an intimacy almost as strong as the touches they now
did. She knew his soul. Now she needed to know the body which held
it.

“
You’re killing me,” he
whispered as she reached inside his pants and stroked him from base
to tip, touching every inch of him.

Cassie yanked his pants and briefs
down, kneeling as she tugged them to the floor. At some point he’d
kicked off his shoes and he easily stepped out of his pants. She
drew his socks off and dumped each one on the pile, then looked up
at him. Their eyes met briefly, but her sight was caught by the
heavy sway of the cock jutting before him.

He was large and thick, with abundant
veins feeding life to his cock. The head was dark and angry, and
possibly needed soothing. Cassie grasped the base with one hand and
cradled the tip with the other, then drew it to her waiting
mouth.

She looked up to see him staring,
sweat glistening on his brow. Cassie circled the head with her
tongue, all while watching him closely for a reaction. His chest
juddered as he swayed slightly on his feet. Mason reached out to
the counter and held on with one hand.

Emboldened, she swallowed a couple of
inches and tasted more of the salty seed she’d lapped up moments
ago. Cassie greedily drew more of him into her mouth. When she’d
taken all she could, she pulled away before sucking him back in,
slightly deeper the second time.

Mason groaned and threaded his thick
fingers into her hair. Cassie usually hated a hand to the back of
her head, but Mason was gentle. He guided her to the pace he
appeared to enjoy, not trying to force her. She continued to draw
him as deep as she could while he rocked his hips, moving in
concert with her hungry mouth. After several moments, he stepped
back, robbing her of his shaft.

“
I don’t want to come,” he
ground out. “Not yet. I was supposed to be seducing you, not the
other way around.”

“
Sorry,” she said with a
grin, not feeling sorry at all. He’d been ready to seduce her? The
idea of seeing him in action only excited her more.

He helped her off the floor and once
she was on her feet, he swept her up into his arms. Before he
walked away, he grabbed the forgotten glass of ice on the counter.
He carried her to his room. Once there, he flipped on a small
light, flooding the room suddenly with hazy illumination. Seconds
later she was thrust onto the center of her bed. After he lowered
the glass to the bedside table, Mason climbed in to join her. Their
shadows danced on the walls as they came together, touching,
kissing, and nibbling on one another.

His tags hung low, getting in the way,
so he paused to draw them over his neck. Once off, he tossed them
on the nightstand before getting back to the task at
hand.

Mason quickly removed her bra, baring
her breasts to him. He paused to look at them before sucking one
stiff peak between his lips. Cassie arched into his touch, loving
the feel of him suckling her tight bud. He drew on the flesh
relentlessly, the heat of his mouth making her pulse all over. Her
panties grew wetter and wetter as her folds ached for his touch and
his tongue. If he gave her pussy the same kind of attention he gave
her nipple, she’d surely scream all night.

He let one peak pop from his lips and
gave the second the same attention, squeezing and plumping the
flesh as he devoured her. Mason was greedy, drawing her deeply into
his mouth. Cassie could feel each tug on her nipple throbbing in
her clit. She writhed under him, loving the feel of him pinning her
down to the bed as he tasted all he wanted.

Grabbing the glass as he rose to his
knees, he grinned wickedly. She shivered at the thought of where
the ice would go. He reached two long fingers into the glass and
plucked one cube out. After he sucked it into his mouth, he
released it and lowered it to one of her nipples.

Cassie squealed, the sensation
foreign. The cold was enough to burn where she already throbbed.
Her flesh puckered even more and the tight bud ached. Mason kept
teasing her nipple, over and over again, circling the beaded flesh.
Once she was sure she couldn’t take another stroke, he drew the tip
into the heat of his mouth and she nearly came off the bed. She
could feel the intensity of that suckle in every cell of her being,
and she lowered a hand between her legs to ease the burn he’d
inspired.

“
No, no, sweet,” he said
as he pulled her hands away from her folds. “That’s mine to
savor.”

Cassie wanted to disobey, but she knew
it would only make the release all the better the higher he built
the flames; no matter how desperately she wanted to touch herself.
“Hurry. I can’t wait much longer.”

Mason chuckled, ignoring her plea to
torture her other nipple. The cube was almost melted and didn’t
have quite the same impact, so he rustled up another to provoke
her. By the time he was done, she was mindless with need, thrashing
on the bed, crying his name with abandon.

When he finally drew her panties down
her hips, she nearly wept with joy. Her cream coated her sex, her
pussy more than ready for his touch. She needed his caress in her
deepest spots. Once her panties were gone, Mason lowered between
her splayed thighs and gazed at her folds, quiet. He finally raised
one hand to lightly stroke her, the touch too soft for her
needs.

“
More,” she demanded. She
needed him to lap at her clit and taste her there, just as he’d
done when he’d indulged her breasts.

“
You’re beautiful here,
too, sweet. I want to look at you like you did me.”

Cassie bit her lip, her frustration
building. He was trying to get vengeance for her taunting him
earlier in the kitchen. She needed him to touch her now, not play
games with her. She rolled her hips to meet his fingers as he
trailed them along her damp flesh.

“
I can’t wait,” she said.
“I need…”

“
I know you need. I need,
too. But it can wait a few moments more. I just want to look at
you.”

A cry rent from her lips as her back
came off the bed.

Mason came closer, soothing her with
soft strokes of her pussy. “Shhh, baby. It’s okay. I’m going to
give you what you need.”

Cassie turned her face away, suddenly
feeling shame. She’d never begged a man to touch her. Suddenly,
she’d become this wild, wanton woman—a woman she didn’t recognize.
She was teetering on the edge, drifting into the abyss. Need such
as this was unfamiliar. She’d never experienced the kind of raw
desire she did now. The power of the emotions coursing through her
was too much and it threatened to overtake her.

As soon as his tongue pressed against
her clit, her mind went blank and thoughts of shame drifted away.
Cassie clutched at the sheets as he laved and tormented her clit.
Mason feasted on her flesh, pushing her well past her limits. He
tested her entrance with one, thick finger. Pressing inside her, he
groaned.

“
You’re so wet,” he said
against her. “So ready for me.”

And she was. She needed his cock to
come inside her and take away her blinding need. Cassie wanted to
join with him in the most basic, animalistic way. All their hours
of talking, baring their souls had fed her mind and heart. Now she
needed him to feed her body and give it exactly what she’d yearned
for all these months.

Mason pressed another finger through
her entrance and stretched the muscles wider. He pumped his hand,
thrusting his fingers where she anxiously wanted his
cock.

“
Please,
Mason…”

“
Baby, you’re tight. I
don’t want to hurt you.”

Mason moved up on all
fours and went to the bedside table. She watched as he pulled out a
condom and quickly rolled it down his length. Cassie calmed,
knowing he would give her what she needed.
Finally.

Instead of moving to enter her, he
lifted her glass to his lips. He sucked in an ice cube, then
lowered back between her legs. Cassie sighed, distraught, but cried
out when his cold mouth latched onto her clit.

He worked his fingers frantically as
he sucked and nipped at her clit, pushing her to the edge of
reason. The freezing cold burned her heated flesh, and made her
focus on each stroke of his cold tongue. Her body tightened; raw
need coursing through her veins. In no time, she was screaming as
she crested and rode wave after wave of orgasm.

Before she’d completely come down from
her high, he moved and wedged between her thighs. Mason thrust into
her in one solid stroke. Half his considerable shaft entered her,
making her cry out again, lengthening her orgasm. Mason pulled
back, his cock now coated with her cream, and lunging into her
again—this time finding home.

Mason groaned and paused within her,
burying his face in her hair. “You feel better than I ever
imagined.”

Her pussy contracted around his thick
cock as she worked to grow accustomed to his girth. Once she was
more comfortable, her hips bucked, silently prodding him to start
the dance between them. Mason straightened his arms and hovered
over her, his gaze locking with hers.

“
I’ve wanted this so
long,” he whispered. “You feel so good wrapped around
me.”

Cassie could barely speak. She nodded
her head and whispered, “I need more.”

Mason chuckled and gave a tiny thrust
with his hips. “Just what I need—an insatiable woman.”

“
Is that bad?”

He smiled wickedly. “No.” Mason moved
his hips to punctuate his point.

Cassie laughed, mindless with want.
“Then satisfy me.”