Under His Protection (Protect and Defend 1)

Mason moved down her body, his mouth and hands caressing her, driving her wild. He nuzzled her breasts, his mouth wet and hot against the thin fabric of her bra, and he tugged the cups down, baring her skin to his seeking lips.

And when those lips wrapped around her nipple, she groaned, her hands sinking into his hair, holding him close. He reached behind her, undid the snap of her bra and with rapid fire movements, tugged it off. His big hands wrapped around her breasts, cupping her, like an offering for his mouth and he took it, sucking first one nipple and then the other, alternating back and forth while she writhed uncontrollably with pleasure.

God, she had no idea it could feel this good. Everywhere his hands touched, she burned. Everywhere his mouth kissed, she tingled. She could come just from this, all of this undivided attention lavished upon her flesh. Like nothing she’d ever experienced before. When he trailed his hand down her belly to rest just over her panty-covered mound, she nearly shot off the bed.

“Ssh,” he whispered against her chest, his gaze jerking up to meet hers. “I want to make you feel good.”

“You’re already making me feel good.” She smoothed a hand over his head, savoring the feel of his silky soft hair. His fingers dived beneath her panties, threading through the light patch of damp curls that grew there. She drew in a sharp breath.

He’d just made her feel a whole hell of a lot better.

His fingers moved deeper, streaking down her slit, parting her gently and she bit hard on her lower lip. She wanted to scream, wanted to beg him to touch her deeper, harder, but he took his time, his fingers almost tentative in their search. Delicately, he caressed her folds, brushed against her distended clit and with that, she did let loose a moan, the sound of it long and desperate to her ears.

So focused on her pleasure, he didn’t seem to notice. His mouth sought and found her nipple, sucking it so deep his cheeks hollowed. A single finger sunk deep within her, pulling all the way out before plunging back in, now joined by a second finger. She released a shuddering breath, barely holding on to her control.

“Are you already close, baby?” His question startled her, brought her back so she could focus on his face. His handsome features now with a fine sheen of sweat coating them, his dark hair curling at his temples. He’d somehow changed positions and his mouth was so close to hers, she could reach out and kiss him so she did, nibbling and licking at his lips. Her tongue played, teasing with his.

“I want to come with you inside me,” she whispered in his ear after she broke the kiss, and he shuddered, his hand moving away from her. He tore at her panties, turning them into shreds of lace and she gasped, horrified.

And then she burst into laughter.

Mason glanced up, a handful of black lace clutched in his fingers, his brows furrowed. “What’s wrong? What are you laughing at?”

“I can’t believe you just tore off my underwear.” Her laughter had calmed, now turning into silly little giggles, and she covered her mouth with her hand, still in shock at his brutish—okay, arousing—actions.

Smiling, he grabbed her hand and rested it directly upon his cotton-covered cock. “Think you could tear mine off?”

Blake shook her head, curling her fingers around his length, doing a slow glide up and then back down his thick erection. “No. But I’ll gladly take them off for you.”

She pushed his boxer briefs down as far as they could go before he took over and quickly shucked them, pressing his gloriously naked body on top of her. He felt so good, his broad chest rubbing against her breasts, his legs tangled with hers, their feet colliding. She could feel every hair on his legs tickling her skin, the rasp of his rough fingertips as he skimmed his fingers down her arm. And when he kissed her, those soft, soft lips melted her from the inside out. She wanted to weep.

It was almost too much, the way he touched her, kissed her. As if it meant something, as if she meant something to him. But she knew it was a lie. This was just about sex. Those very words had come from his mouth.

“I can’t wait,” he muttered, reaching across to grab the condom from the bedside table. Rolling away from her, he tore open the package and sheathed himself. “I have to be inside you.”

Resuming hi

s position, he hovered above her, his cock probing at her entry, seeking to claim her in the most intimate way possible. The look on his face reminded her of a warrior, fierce and ready to conquer. He had no idea he already had her complete surrender. She wanted to give everything to him, hope for everything in return, but she knew he wouldn’t give it to her. Or couldn’t.

Whatever. It didn’t matter now. All that mattered was he was here, in her arms, all hers. At least for this moment.

Blake forgot her worries the second he entered her. His thick cock filled her, stole her breath, her every thought and worry. She arched beneath him, sending him further inside her body, and their mingled groans filled the quiet room.

Slowly he began to move, withdrawing nearly all the way before thrusting back inside. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation, the first time experiencing Mason inside her body and she slipped her arms around him, holding him close. Her hands roamed down his sleek back, over his muscular butt, feeling the tense and squeeze of his every movement.

She wanted to remember this. Forever.

* * * *

Mason closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, trying to regain some sort of control. Difficult, considering the woman of his dreams was beneath him, naked and writhing, the tight, wet heat of her engulfing him completely.

He wanted to pound deep and hard, overpower her, let his emotions for her overpower him. But he kept it under control, going slow and easy, wanting to make it good.

So good.

Her hands were all over him, tickling his back, pressing against his ass. Sending him deeper inside her tight, creamy heat and he groaned, his eyes closed so tight the corners downright hurt.

“Mason.” Blake’s soft voice wafted over him, sent goose bumps scattering over his skin and he opened his eyes to find her staring up at him.