for not being ready.
“I am. Nervous, that is.”
“What? You?” He chuckled. She was the girl who could glare down surly SEALs and keep the little old ladies in line. “I’ll tell you a secret.”
“What?”
“I’m nervous, too.”
“You are not.” She swatted at his shoulder, her breasts jiggling.
He leaned in and kissed her lips, long and slow. She stretched out on her back, her hands roving over his shoulders and chest.
“Mason.” She said his name like a plea. “I want you.”
Hannah bit her lip immediately.
“You can tell me to stop at any time, okay?” For some reason his gut told him it was important she hear those words, that she knew even in the midst of passion—she could say no. And he’d stop. He might die of blue balls, but he’d fucking stop.
She nodded.
“Kiss me,” he said.
Hannah was full of passion when she kissed, all feeling and raw lust. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders and pressed her lips to his. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, tangling with her every move.
Mason slipped his hand past the waistband of her bikini bottoms and cupped her, skin to skin. Her hips arched, seeking more, but he didn’t move. Didn’t seek to penetrate her. Yet.
He kissed down her neck to her breasts. She thrust her chest up.
“Is this one lonely?” He circled her right breast with his tongue.
She whimpered, her knees drawing up, opening her legs wider.
Survey said—Yes.
Mason slid his fingers back and forth over her folds, collecting her wetness before circling her clit. The little mewling, needy sounds she made at each pass had his dick twitching like a puppet on a string. Damn, he wanted in her, but later. After he’d tasted her.
“Your tits are so sensitive,” he muttered against her chest.
Hannah made some kind of sound in the back of her throat, full of lust and desire.
He circled her clit with his thumb, over and over while her body tensed tighter and tighter. Her folds were slick with arousal, coating his fingers and palm. He finally slipped one finger inside her, working it in and out while her body twitched.
“Christ, Hannah, you’re so damn hot,” he said into her hair.
“Oh—oh, Mason.”
He pulled out of her and pushed up to his knees.
Laid out like that, with only the moonlight covering her, she was so damn gorgeous. And his.
Mason hooked his thumbs into her bottoms and pulled the swimsuit down, off her legs and jammed them into his back pocket. He nudged her knees open wider, his gaze locked on the apex of her thighs, where a small patch of blonde curls tried—and failed—to hide her desire.
He lowered to the sand, careful to keep at least his right hand off the ground.
Hannah stared down at him, her lips still slick and puffy, her eyes locked on his.
Christ, he was a goner.
Mason licked the length of her folds, delving into her with his tongue. She dropped back to the sand on a long groan.
Music to his fucking ears.
Her hips lifted, seeking release. He spread her labia open using his right hand. So pretty and pink. He thrust his tongue into her, sealing his mouth over her opening, tasting her in the back of his mouth. Her panting breath mixed with the roar of the ocean, urging him onward.
Mason kneaded her ass with his left hand, letting her use his palm for leverage. He shifted with her, determined to give her this. The warm sand nestled his aching cock, so close to blowing his load in his shorts right now.
Hannah’s heels dug into his back, her hips moving in little circles. Her thighs squeezed him, holding him prisoner while he rubbed the sensitive nerve endings with the flat of his tongue. The mindless sounds coming from her were a goddamned turn on. He wanted to drive her crazy. To make her forget everything but here and now.
Mason lifted his head, sucking in a deep breath, and plunged two fingers inside her. Her hands covered her breasts, fingers tugging at her nipples. Seeking her pleasure.
Fuck yeah.
He bent, sucking
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