“Please, Masen,” I whisper.

“Good girl.” His tongue slips under my top lip, and he runs it from right to left. Pulling back, he plants an open mouth kiss on my top lip, fitting it between his and sucking lightly. He gives my bottom lip the same attention only sucking just a little harder. When he lets go, I open my eyes to look down at him and lick my lips. I can still taste him.

This time, I lean forward. I place a small kiss on the middle of his bottom lip, then I slip my tongue under his top lip to repeat what he’s shown me. When my tongue touches his gums, he groans and pulls me tighter.

He walks to the island and sets my bottom down. Bringing his mouth back to mine, he bites my bottom lip. Slowly he kisses my top lip again. Tired of waiting, I rub my tongue along the underside of his. He grabs my hips and slams me forward into him, lining our bodies up. His mouth seals to mine, and he’s kissing me, really kissing me. It’s my first real kiss, and I can’t seem to get enough. He tastes so good. My thin yoga pants offer little barrier so when I rock against his erection I can feel his heat.

“Oh!” My head falls back, and he kisses my throat. He rolls his hips up, and I purr. Masen pushes me down on the counter with his palm just below my breast. He grabs both of my hips and jerks me even closer. My back arches. “Please,” I beg again. He rolls his hips up again, hitting just the right spot. I lock my ankles around his back and lift my butt from the counter. His palm cups the side of my breast, and his thumb rubs my nipple. “Yes, ah yes.” My head tossing back and forth. He lifts my shirt with his nose, then he pulls my bra down. When his fingers pinch my bare nipple, I almost scream.

Leaning forward, he rasps against my breast, “You want more, baby? You want me to make you come?” His mouth closes over my hard nipple and sucks.

“Masen, please, please,” I whine. I feel a sharp sting on my nipple, then he slams forward and grinds into me. I shatter, making noises that should embarrass me but don’t.

Opening my eyes, I see Masen staring down at me with the biggest smile on his face. I start to fidget, getting self-conscious. He reaches down and purposely brushes my nipple as he fixes my bra. I’m still so sensitive my back arches again. He pulls my shirt down and lifts me to sit up. Wrapping his arms around me, he says, “You are exquisite, baby. I can’t wait to feel you come undone around me.” Whoa, why does that sound so good?

Most of the dough on my hands has fallen off from me clenching my fists. What’s left has dried into clumps. “Masen, I need to wash my hands, please.”