“I’ll go wash it off,” she assured me. Then she shoved me back down. “You seem like you need a moment.”
My girl had jokes. I laughed, and she threw a glance back and winked at me. She motherfucking winked at me.
Reese
I washed my hands under the warm water and looked at the silly smile on my face. I had done that. I had made Mase groan and cry out and even grab the sofa like his life depended on it until he got off. Me. I did it. And not one time had I gone to that dark place. I had been all wrapped up in watching Mase and knowing I was the one giving him that pleasure. It was a high. I had gotten some crazy high from it.
Then the way he’d looked at me, in awe, like I was some wonderful gift. He always made me feel special, but in that moment, I felt like a goddess. His goddess.
“You are entirely too pleased with yourself,” his deep voice said, and I watched through the mirror as he walked up behind me. He had a lazy, satisfied grin on his face, and I had put it there. I was pleased with myself.
“I am,” I admitted.
He pulled my hair back away from my neck and pressed a kiss there. “Mmm-hmm, it’s cute and sexy,” he said in a whisper. “But it’s also fucking hot.”
I felt goose bumps cover my skin when his tongue darted out and licked my neck. “I just have one small problem with it,” he said, then nipped at my ear.
“Yeah?”
His hand pressed against my stomach and pulled me back against him. “Yeah. I do. You got to see me come all over your hand. Now I want to see you come all over mine,” he said, as his fingers teased the waistline of my shorts.
We had tried that before. I’d panicked. I didn’t want to mess this morning up. “What if I’m not ready?” I asked, unable to deny how the way his fingertips slipped into the top of my bottoms made me tremble with excitement.
He paused a moment, and then his mouth trailed kisses back down my neck and across my shoulder. “I thought about that. I’ve been thinking about it. I need to keep you with me when I touch you. So I want to try it again, but I won’t stop talking to you. I will reassure you the whole time and make sure you know it’s me. Can we try?”
My breasts were aching, but the space between my legs felt like it was on fire. I wanted this. My body wanted it. And I loved Mase. He wanted this. “OK,” I replied.
“Thank fuck,” he growled. He picked me up like a child and carried me to the bed and lay down beside me. “You smell so good. When I’m back home, I lie in my bed at night, and I can smell a hint of you. It teases me. I want you there. With me,” he whispered in my ear, as he slowly began easing his hand inside my shorts. I didn’t have on panties underneath, and he was about to find that out.
When he slid down far enough to realize it, he stopped. “Baby, you aren’t wearing panties,” he said in a deep voice.
I turned my head so I could see him.
His eyes looked much like they did when I was touching him. This excited him that much. The wetness between my legs got worse, and I was embarrassed for him to discover how turned-on I was.
“Open your legs. Please, for me. Let me touch you. I want to see you come for me. Feel your wetness on my hand. Can you give me that, Reese? I want it so bad.”
I swallowed nervously. “I’m wet now,” I said, feeling mortified at even having to say it.
His eyes flashed something so intense it made my heart skip a beat. His fingers slid down over my mound and into the folds below. The needy ache I’d had down there all morning was now a throb, and I had to grab his arm to keep from shooting off the bed.
“Oh, fuck,” he said in a low groan, and he buried his head in my neck. “Sweetest pussy in the world is soaking wet for me.”
He was happy about it. I would have breathed a sigh of relief, but his fingers began to move, and all I could do was make noises and hold on to his arm and a fistful of the sheet.
“That’s all me. My hand between your legs. My fingers touching your little pussy. Me, baby. Me. It’s all mine. I’ll always take care of you. Nothing or no one will hurt you.” His voice was low and at my ear. I was shivering and clinging to him.
He wanted to keep me in the moment with him, and he was doing a wonderful job. I wasn’t sure I could be anywhere else.
“When you’re ready, I’m going to put my mouth right here,” he said, as he ran his finger over my most sensitive spot. “I’m going to lick this button until you scream and claw at my back while you come on my face. You’ll love it. I swear you will. You will hold my head there and beg me not to stop. Because it will be me.”