I pulled at the bottom of my shirt, flinging it over my head and to the ground. It had less impact than the ripping buttons, but it still elicited a groan from deep in Mason’s chest as my breasts tumbled out. Immediately, he took one into his hand, pressing his lips into mine again and kneading my flesh. Ravenously, he moved his lips to my neck and down to my collarbone, and I leaned my head back to give him greater access. Pushing me back until I lay down with the force of his kisses, he moved down the center of my chest until he took the breast into his mouth, tongue flickering on my nipple.
Gasping, I filled my fingers with his hair and concentrated on the warmth of his wet tongue on my skin. The brush of his five o’clock shadow against the softness of my breast, the strong, sure movements of his tongue as it lapped at my sensitive, taut and perky nipple. His fingers ran down to the waistband of my pants and pulled, and I lifted my ass to let him pull them off unceremoniously. When they were pooled at my feet, he let go of my chest to yank them off and toss them away and then stopped. His eyes ran over my body appreciatively, and I smiled back up at him, reveling in the gaze, the worship in his eyes. He took in my naked body as if I were a painting in a museum, with the awe of artistry. In that moment I felt sexy and desired, and my core burned for him.
Methodically, as if the need for speed had vanished and was replaced by an intense, driving heat, he unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, letting them fall from his hips. The bulge of his cock in the boxers was thick and straining against the fabric. I sat up and kissed the hardened muscles around his belly button, letting my tongue linger in the ridges while my hands slipped under the waistband. It was my turn to disrobe him, and I pulled down slowly, letting my mouth trail it by following the thin line of hair from his stomach to his shaft.
His massive cock sprung out at me as the boxers released their containment, and I let my tongue slide along one side of it. The groan from above spoke of his pleasure, and I grinned as I reached the head. Slipping my tongue below and closing my mouth around the head, I gathered up the sweet fluid and took it into me. Then, steeling myself for just a moment, I plunged forward, taking as much of him as I dared down my throat. The head ticked the back, and I nearly choked on him and then slid him back out again. My fingers closed around his shaft and stroked him toward me as I looked up to see his eyes open, staring down at me in a mixture of desire and wonder. Want and patience. Need and determination. He wanted to savor every second of my tongue on his cock, but I could see the simmering fire behind his eyes. Like me, I assumed he was at war with himself as to let me continue to service him, to worship him with my mouth, or to bend me over and fuck me until we both came.
I took him into my mouth again, wanting to hear that moan of pleasure, to fill my mind with it so it blocked out everything else. When it rumbled through his body, I could feel the vibration on my tongue, and I moaned back. Cupping his balls underneath with my free hand, I worked him until his rod was as thick and stiff as steel. Clasping me by my shoulders, he pulled me away and pushed me back down to the bed. I went happily, my legs opening to invite him inside. But instead of pulling my thighs close and driving into me, he knelt, and I barely had time to register what he was doing before an explosion of sensation enraptured me.
His tongue slid through my folds, finding my clit effortlessly, and I cried out in surprise and pleasure. A long finger circled my opening, and I rested my thighs on his shoulders, squeezing them around his head as the sensation ranged from ticklish to overwhelming. He slid his finger deep into me, curling up to brush against my upper wall as his tongue encouraged my clit out from its hood. As he teased and swirled around my pearl, the pad of his fingertip brushed the inside of my pussy, and I felt myself tumbling beyond reality. A powerful orgasm, fast and explosive, took control of me and rocketed me into a shaking climax.
As I roiled under his grip, he lapped me up and then stood suddenly. Without hesitation, he plunged into me, and my abs contracted, and my breath left me. His thick, long cock dove deep inside me, stretching me and pushing so far inside me that I thought I might burst. I grasped onto his wide, chiseled arms and clenched as my body pulsed around him. As my pussy struggled to meld around him, to make room for him and give him space inside me, I cried out in pleasure. He was so big and hard that I needed a moment of him standing still to even catch my breath.