What the hell?
Mason tortured her breasts forever, circling her nipples over and over until she thought it would never end. There was a precise moment when his smooth touches finally caused her arousal to ebb, and that was the second he pinched a nipple between his thumb and finger, hard.
Jenna bucked her chest off the island. She flung her arms from over her head and grasped his wrist where he held her poor nipple captive. Her arousal shot from its recession to full blown in an instant.
“Ah ah,” he muttered. “Put your hands back above your head, and I’ll release you.”
At this point Jenna wasn’t sure she wanted to be released. The sweet torture on her nipple was at once painful and arousing. Nevertheless, she lifted her arms back above her head. This time she gripped the edge of the island and held on.
“Good girl.” He released her offended tit only to repeat the action on the other side. This time it wasn’t as shocking. She still bucked her chest, but she didn’t let go of the tile. “Even your tits are responsive. Are you always this easily aroused?”
Did she have to answer that?
Mason pinched the first nipple again, harder. The pain was intense, but her pussy fucking loved it at the same time.
“No.” She shook her head, realizing he did in fact require a response. “Never.”
“Good. I like that too. So it’s me.”
“Yes. Please, Mason…” Her voice trailed off. Somehow she knew her words were useless wastes of consonants and vowels that did nothing but fill the room with noise.
He still held her steady at the waist with his other hand, and he leaned away from her chest again. He stroked his fingers through her growing moisture and rubbed her own lubricant across her clit. It pulsed as he pressed into it.
Jenna gritted her teeth, trying not to come and hoping she came at the same time. She craved the release, but she also preferred to wait for him to enter her. He only got one shot. It would be so much sweeter if he was inside when she came. Should she tell him?
She couldn’t form all of that into words. Plus she doubted he would take anything she said into consideration, anyway. She had no choice but to follow his lead.
Mason showed no signs of slowing down. He circled her clit and flicked his finger over it in no apparent pattern, leaving her gasping and wondering when his next touch would come. Every few passes, he pushed two fingers into her as deep as he could and then returned to her clit, leaving her reeling at the quick invasion and retreat.
“So hot, baby,” he whispered. “Come for me, Jenna.”
Jenna tensed. She shook her head. No. Please. Don’t make me come until you’re inside me.
“Jenna. Look at me.”
She twisted her head to one side. Lifting it would be too much trouble.
When she made eye contact, he held her gaze while he pressed into her and left his thumb behind at the same time, the pressure on her clit maddening. He stroked her front wall. “Come, Jenna. Now.”
She blinked, but her vision blurred as she shattered. Her entire body participated in the orgasm, shaking with each pulse around his fingers. Her clit throbbed against his thumb, and he stroked her through the entire orgasm she thought would never end.
When she finally managed to concentrate on his face again, she found him still staring at her, a smile lifting his lips. “Beautiful, Jenna. So gorgeous. Do it again.”
What? She shook her head. No. You don’t understand. I can’t. In fact she was growing sensitive to his touch already. She squirmed to avoid the direct contact.
“I want to watch your pussy this time, Jenna.” He held her steady, pressing harder against her waist.
“I…” Her mouth was too dry. She licked her lips to no avail. “Mason, I can’t.”
“You can, baby.” He was so determined. She believed he could actually command her body to do his bidding whether his request was possible or not.
The sensitivity subsided gradually as he circled her clit again and stroked her inner walls. Whatever he did with his fingers brought her back to life in an instant. “That’s your G-spot, baby. Have you ever had a G-spot orgasm?”
She shook her head again. Not that she was aware of.
He changed his pace, grazing his fingers over a spot inside her that had been elusive until this moment.
Jenna moaned, an unintelligible sound she couldn’t control.
He tapped that spot, over and over, while her arousal grew back to full intensity in no time.
Wetness leaked from her pussy and ran down her crack. She was lost in the new sensation inside her channel. As Mason released her belly to gently pinch and roll her clit, she barely noticed when he reached one finger of his other hand to rub the stretch of skin running from her pussy to her ass. It felt so good. So fucking good. Whatever he was doing, she didn’t care, as long as he never stopped.