Breaking Perfect

She nodded, knowing he was right, but there were other things on her mind as well. She wished she could shut off her brain.

He tugged her hand. “Come here. Let me hold you. You seem tense.”

Liberty climbed off of her leather recliner and walked over to Mason. She stood before him, filling the space between his knees. He reached for her hand and pulled her to his lap, situating her limbs until she lay with her head on his chest, legs draped to the side and hip pressed into his abdomen. His fingers went to her neck and toyed with the curls that had fallen loose from her clip.

His fingers traced gentle circles over her skin and began to lightly massage some of her tension out of her shoulders. Liberty let the stresses of the day wash away as her husband’s large hands moved over her neck, shoulders, and back.

His palms coasted under her arms and found her breasts. Strong palms cupped them through her light blouse and toyed with the mounds until her nipples formed hard points under his gentle touch. She leaned into him and soon her blouse was being pulled over her shoulders and tossed onto the floor.

“That’s it, baby, let me take care of you.”

His lips caressed her shoulders and his tongue found that sensitive spot in the curve of her neck. Her head fell back over his arm and his fingers fondled her breasts through the slight material of her lace bra.

Liberty pressed her thighs together as heat pooled between her folds. Mason’s hand drifted over her belly and stopped just between her legs. He turned her on his lap and whispered, “Kiss me, Liberty.”

Their mouths made a slow exploration of each other. Licking and nipping, tasting and loving one another. Her skin began to heat and she found herself tugging at Mason’s clothing. His fingers wrapped around her wrist, a gentle but unbreakable hold as he pulled her hand away. “No. This is about you. Let me pleasure you.”

She was frustrated for only a minute and then surrendered to his command. He plucked at the ties of her linen pants until they came undone. With a soft nudge he helped her stand and step out of them. She stood before him in nothing but her bra and panties, quivering, awaiting his next move.

Mason leaned forward and kissed her soft tummy. His tongue licked slowly over her hip as his thumbs fit under the elastic and began to draw the fabric downward. Her sex was hot and swollen, the cool air of the room soothing to her heat.

“Step out,” he whispered as her panties fell to her ankles. He sat back a moment to look at her and her fingers began to twitch at her sides. Leaning forward, Mason gently licked the tip of her clit budding out from the hood of her sex. Liberty sighed. His lips, rather than kissing her sex, traveled over her smooth mound and back to her sensitized belly. His teeth nipped at her hips.

He placed his large hands at her sides and, with slow, controlled ease, glided them up her rib cage until her small breasts rested in the V of his thumbs and index fingers. He paused there for a moment looking at her hard, pink nipples showing through the natural colored silk of her bra then moved on, coasting over the sensitive tips of her breasts until his fingers found the straps resting on her shoulders.

Mason slowly pulled the straps over her arms until the delicate cups of her bra flipped down and her breasts popped free. Glancing down at the small slope of her breast, she watched as his hot mouth closed over one cherry nipple. Her knees quivered and she moaned. He suckled her gently at first and then hard. She felt as if he were pulling a piece of her soul away with every pull of his mouth. She gasped when his teeth clamped down on the wet bud and he sucked even harder. The shock of pain was different, jolting, like a bee sting, yet that small touch of fire eased into something thick and delicious that filled her veins.

Her arms remained at her side, pinned from where he left the straps of her bra. He moved to her other nipple and sucked and bit her there as well. Her pussy was drenched.

“God, you’re gorgeous when you cry for my touch. What do you need, Liberty?” His tongue licked over her flesh from her belly button to where the lace of her bra twisted around her ribs. Unable to form an answer, she moaned.

His hand went to the apex of her thighs and she jolted, her spine stiffening, as he surprised her by plunging one finger deep inside her wet folds. She could barely register the invasion before he removed his digit and sat back, resting his jaw in the curve between his thumb and forefinger. He watched her, completely at ease and in complete command.