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and I went to him, relieved, without any more
thought at all.
    I couldn’t believe how quickly we had plunged into this, how easy it
felt, being in his arms. Sex had always been something we were good at, from
the very beginning. At least until Isabella. Then, things had started falling
apart and we just couldn’t put it all back together again. That was probably
why we’d ended up here, in bed, on his first night in Italy. We were good here.
It was outside of bed that was the problem.
    “I want you.” His breath was hot in my ear, his hands large and warm,
moving over my back, drawing me near.
    “Again?” I teased, reaching down to check, and sure enough, finding him
half-hard, beginning to fill my hand.
    “Always.” He kissed me, his mouth sliding deliciously across mine.
Everything about him was familiar and new at the same time, and I reveled in
it—the hard press of his chest, the solid weight of his hips as we rolled on
the bed, the well-defined muscles of his arms and shoulders and back under my
hands.
    “I want to taste you.”
    I moaned in anticipation as he kissed his way down my breasts.
    We’d been quick the first time, too quick, tearing at each other’s
clothes on the way to the bed, our lust too intense for niceties like foreplay.
Seeing Mason sitting on the front stoop waiting for me had broken something
open in my chest. A part of me that had been stuck and frozen solid was
beginning to melt.
    “God I love your tits.” He pressed my breasts together in his big hands,
getting my nipples as close as he could, and tracing figure-eights there like a
skater on a loop, over and over. I whimpered, trying to stay quiet, my pussy
throbbing, anticipating the wet lash of his tongue between my legs.
    My belly quivered, goosebumps rising on my flesh as he breathed his way
down my belly, pausing to lick the jut of my hipbone, following the curve down
toward my thigh. I spread my legs for him, offering myself to him completely. I
was his, I had always been his. How could I have ever believed any different?
Time and distance, pain and separation, that all disappeared the moment his
skin met mine.
    “Oh god, it’s so smooth.” His fingers brushed my lips, soft and swollen,
parting them at the top of my cleft so he could look at me. “So fucking
beautiful.”
    I went up on my elbows so I could look down and watch. He smiled, knowing
how much I loved to see his tongue lap at me, and began kissing my clit, soft,
gentle kisses that sent electric shocks through my pelvis.
    “Tease.” I slid my palm over his head. His sandy hair was bristly and
short—there was nothing to hold onto—so I slipped my hand behind his neck and
pressed his mouth to my pussy. He didn’t resist, letting me guide him, rocking
my hips against the soft worry of his tongue, back and forth, round and round.
“Oh god, yes, like that…”
    But he knew. There was no need to tell him what I liked, what I didn’t.
His mouth knew just the right places, the exact timing I wanted, needed, moving
faster, matching my breath. The excitement rose in my belly like a glorious
phoenix from the ashes of a Persian mystery, something waiting to be reborn.
    “Mason,” I gasped, my fingers looking for something to hold onto and
finding only the soft stubble of his hair. My nails dug into his shoulders and
my hips shot up off the bed as my climax found me, zeroing in on my pelvis and
shaking me like a kitten in the mouth of a pitbull. Mason hung onto my hips,
licking my pussy fast and hard, holding me tight as I bucked on the mattress,
biting the flesh of my forearm to keep from screaming in release.
    “Oh fuck.” I gasped, rolling away from his persistent mouth. He followed
me, nipping at the soft curve of my ass, his hands roaming the length of my
body as I stretched out on my tummy on the bed. I moaned into a pillow when he
grabbed my hips, lifting my ass and using the head of his cock to search for
entrance.
    I clung to the sheet, my hands balling