Holding her steady, he sucked her clit into his mouth and gently bit the little nub. She screamed out. He’d known she would. Deep panting breaths followed his actions.
Her stomach dipped, hollowing out as he stuck his tongue inside her pussy and drew out her moisture. Like honey on his lips, she was so sweet. He needed her to come in his mouth. Alternating between sucking her clit and stroking into her tight warmth, he set up a rhythm she wouldn’t be able to keep track of. He never stayed in one spot long. When she stiffened beneath him, he trailed to the other location, sucking and licking her until she groaned loudly at the maddening effect.
“Come for me, baby. Let me taste you.”
That was all it took. Jenna bucked into his mouth as far as he would allow and shattered. He delved his tongue deep inside her to feel the pulsing of her pussy around his mouth. With his free hand he stroked the folds of her sex while she came down.
“Mason,” she mumbled. “Please.”
“You just came, baby. Hard. Please what?” He was torturing her, and he knew it. And she was also speaking out of turn, but he wouldn’t call it to her attention now.
“Please make love to me. Please…Sir.” She added the last part as her eyes widened.
Mason stood and grazed his fingers over her skin. With her hands secured behind her back, she had to work hard to keep from falling backward.
He wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her off the tile as she squealed. “Mason.”
He easily flipped her over and laid her against the counter on her belly. Her breasts were smashed into the cool surface. She moaned.
Mason tugged her closer to him, glad the counter was the perfect height to take her from behind. He would have loved to watch her face, but this first time, if he had too much contact with her, he knew he’d blow too soon.
He kneeled down and grabbed his jeans, extricated a condom from his pocket, and ripped the foil pack open with his teeth. Sheathing himself faster than ever, he lined up with her pussy and pressed into her in one long thrust.
Jenna gasped.
He had to grip her waist to keep her from sliding forward.
A low moan escaped her lips and vibrated against the counter.
Mason held her legs wide and pulled out only about halfway before he couldn’t stand her absence and thrust back in. “God, woman. You’re so tight. So fucking tight.” He held her firmly, pursing his lips at the same time.
Her back stretched long in front of him, the expanse of pale skin making him lick his lips. He held steady for a moment and trailed the tip of one finger up her spine until she arched and writhed beneath him.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. He held her steady again at the waist and rocked into her over and over. She panted, her mouth open with her face to the side. Her eyes were shut.
Finally, he pressed in to the hilt and held steady. He came hard, pulsing deep inside her as she stiffened around him and let her second orgasm rip through her own body.
She stretched out long and gripped his cock with her pussy.
When they both came down from so high a platform, Mason had trouble catching his breath. With shaky fingers, he untied Jenna’s wrists and rubbed the fair skin, now pinkened from the ribbon.
As she pulled her arms up next to her head, Mason leaned his torso along her back and luxuriated in the feel of her skin against his chest. He kissed a trail along her shoulders, brushing her hair out of the way with his chin.
Finally he straightened, let himself slip from her tight sheath, and lifted Jenna with him until he had her spun around and sitting once again on the edge of the tile. He took her mouth in a long kiss that tore at his soul, leaving him exhausted.
Jenna gripped his shoulders. She held him a few inches from her face. “May I address you now, Sir?”
He smirked at her haughty tone and leaned in to nip her lip with his teeth. “You may, but in the future I wouldn’t use that tone with me so soon after sex. I might not feel so lenient.”
Jenna trailed her hands down his chest and flattened her palms on him. “You make my mind turn to mush.”
“Good. I could say the same about you.”
“So, if I agree to let you dominate me, what would I have to do?”
His chest tightened. “Follow my lead.”
“What if I don’t like it?”
“Then we’ll discuss it as we go along.”
“I liked what we just did—a lot.”
He chuckled. “I could tell.” He kissed her forehead. “It won’t always be so…vanilla, though.”
“That was vanilla?” She raised a brow.
“Yes. Compared to what I normally expect from a sub.”
“Keep in mind I’m not a normal sub. I’m new to the game. Have patience with me.”