Masen grabs my hips as if he’s trying to stop the movement, but his hand clenching my flesh just makes me grind harder. I feel a low rumble at my back, then his hips push forward. My arm pushes into the mattress to keep the pressure between our bodies. I grind my behind into him, and this time, I hear his breathing accelerate. His body pushes over mine, turning me so my torso is flat to the mattress, but my hips are still sideways. His knee pushes forward making my top leg fall to the mattress and spread. He has one arm on either side of my shoulders almost like he’s doing a pushup. When he rocks into me this time, I can feel his hardness grind just where I need it. His head lowers, and he draws in a deep breath. “Ahh baby, you need me.” His voice is deep, and I shiver at the sound. My mind is fogged with lust, need is all I feel. His large body curved over me is too much and not enough all at once.

“Masen?”

“Shh, I’ve got you. Let me make you feel good.” He grinds into me.

Inching down my body, he turns me to my back and leans forward kissing me softly. I melt under his touch. My hands reach up and brush across his face, feeling the soft scruff on my palms as my fingers rub through his hair. His kiss deepens, his hand at my hip tugging me closer. When my back arches, Masen moves down, kissing my jaw and neck, stilling at my shoulder where he’ll bite me to Mark me as his. He trembles, then continues until he reaches my bra.

Sitting back on his knees, he studies my body beneath him. His eyes darken, hands gently tracing the lines of my body. He pulls me forward, lifts my arms in the air, then removes my bra from over my head. My breasts bounce free, his hands cupping me as he pushes me back down. My heart is beating so fast I’m sure he can feel it. Before I have a chance to get nervous, his mouth is on my nipple, licking and sucking. His other hand is pinching and pulling on the opposite side. It’s overwhelming. I moan and that seems to encourage him. He moves his hand down my body, just barely rubbing his finger under the elastic of my panties. My hips lift automatically, hoping his fingers land where I need them. “You wet for me, baby? I bet your little pussy is soaking for me. Should I find out with my hand, or would you like to ride my tongue?” A long, low groan sounds from me. His filthy mouth turning me up higher than I thought possible.

Masen moves down my body without a real answer. I’m sure he could tell by my response which one I’d chosen. My hands follow his shoulders down trying to touch any part of him I can reach. He licks his way past my belly button and to the top of my panties. His hands reach under me, cupping my butt and lifting. My legs fall open farther. Dropping his face, he presses his nose right into my still covered center.