Her breath caught in her lungs when he suddenly breached her rear hole with his pinky. He slid his finger in so smoothly, using her own moisture to guide the way.
She wanted to protest, but she couldn’t move a muscle. Her mouth didn’t have any usefulness.
Her body jumped to attention. Her pussy gripped his fingers, and her ass tightened around his pinky. The forbidden feeling grew on her. It heightened the other sensations until all she knew was an intense urge to pee. She squeezed her pussy. No no no. Oh God.
“Relax, baby. It’s perfectly normal. Let it go.”
“No. I’m going to pee on you,” she blurted.
He chuckled. “No you aren’t. You’re going to come. Hard. That’s what it feels like.” He tapped faster, harder, against her G-spot. “Right here. Let it go, baby. Come on my hand, Jenna.”
The sensation built with his movements. Her need to pee grew incrementally. Was he deranged? She was going to embarrass herself to death if he didn’t stop now.
And then she lost it. All control vanished. The most freeing, liberating orgasm she’d ever felt swept through her pussy. She gushed onto his hand. She didn’t care. All she knew was overwhelming peace as she squirted onto his palm over and over.
“That’s it, baby. God that’s hot. You’re precious.” He eased off slowly, pulling his pinky from her rear and his fingers from her pussy until he soothed her sex with his hands as she came down from so high she might as well have taken drugs to get there.
She was so heavy. More relaxed than ever. And he hadn’t entered her yet. How the hell was she going to be any good to him now?
“See, you didn’t pee.”
“Really?” she muttered. Sure seemed like it to me.
“Nope. That’s female come, baby. It happens when you have a deep G-spot orgasm.”
She hoped he wasn’t shitting her. She barely cared.
It felt so fucking good.
“Don’t move.” He stepped away toward the sink, rummaged in a few drawers. The water came on. It ran a moment. He returned. “Wet cloth. Hopefully it’s warm enough.” He set the washcloth on her and blotted her skin until he was satisfied. “Better?”
She nodded. It felt amazing. He was so caring, so fucking considerate. Always.
He came to her side and lifted her easily into his arms. Her entire body ached, and she moaned into his chest. His still-clothed chest. Even her arms hurt from straining to hold them above her head.
He kissed her temple. It occurred to her he hadn’t kissed her on the mouth. She couldn’t move to look at him, though.
He carried her down the short hall and into her bedroom. He managed to flip on the light with one hand. With all the tenderness in the world, he set her on the bed and pulled the covers over her body.
Her eyes wouldn’t stay open. She gazed at him through the slit. He kneeled beside her and kissed her fingers. “I’m going to lock the door on my way out. Do you need me to set your alarm?”
What? Her eyes opened farther. “You’re leaving? You…I…”
He grinned. “I promised Rafe I would keep my pants on. And the only way I can keep that promise is to leave now.”
“But… Seriously?” She struggled to pull herself up and failed. “You can’t just…”
He grinned broader. “I can. I did.” He kissed her forehead. “That was the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given me. Thank you, Jenna. Truly.”
“But you didn’t…” She couldn’t seem to finish a single sentence.
“It’s okay.” He tweaked her nose. “I got it.”
He’s got it? Oh. Oh.
“Go to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon at the altar.” He stood and backed away, still gazing at her with lust in his eyes.
He turned the light off as he left the room, and she heard every noise as he let himself out, including the rev of his engine as he pulled away from her apartment. After that, she couldn’t hold her eyes open another minute. Sleep dragged her under.
Chapter Four
Mason reached his house in record time. His dick was so hard he thought he’d have to pull over and jerk off on the side of the road. But he made it. As soon as he had his car in the garage and the door closed, he bolted into the house and headed straight for his bedroom.
That woman had him in knots. She was gloriously perfect in every way. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted a woman in his life. Before today, women had just been women. Sure, he’d had a steady stream of willing partners, but none he went after himself. He’d never had to. Apparently women liked his physique. It stupefied him, but whatever.