“Masen,” I moan loudly.

He lifts his hooded eyes. “Mine,” comes out in a low growl. I can just barely see the tips of his elongated fangs, and I almost come undone.

His hands claw at the fabric at my hip, one tug and my panties rend. I’m spread open for him. He leans down and lifts me up to him again, he licks up my center from bottom to top in one long sweep. “Ahhh.” Pushing forward, he uses his thumb to hold me open. When his tongue touches me I’m overwhelmed, I feel like crawling away from him, and like shoving his head into me harder at the same time. His hand reaches up to my nipple pinching, my butt rises higher from the bed, pushing onto him while my hips swivel. When his mouth isn’t busy, he whispers naughty things, encouraging me. It makes my toes curl just thinking about all the things he says. The noises I make seem to excite him even more. My legs are shaking, and I’m pulling his hair. I’m so close. He puts his mouth around my clit and sucks, long and hard, and I scream out his name as I climax.

His movement gentles as he still strokes me, riding out my orgasm. My hands cling to his shoulders, pulling him down to me. He comes, and his head drops to my neck as I hold tightly to his big body. He’s breathing deeply. Keeping his lower body off of mine, he rolls so he’s on his back, and I’m curled into his chest. His eyes are closed, and his jaw is tense. When I look down, I can see his erection tenting his snug boxer briefs. Slowly, I reach my hand down, feeling his muscles in his abdomen. Holy hell, that’s so hot. His boxers are low enough I can clearly see his vee between his narrow hips, and I’m tempted to lean down and lick the lines. My hand slides over the bulge, and he sucks in air through his teeth. “Can I touch you, Masen?”

He grunts but doesn’t open his eyes. I rub gently, stroking him with my fingers and then fitting my hand around him. His hips barely lift, pushing into my hand. I pull back and crawl down the side of his body. When I look up, his eyes are on fire as he watches me. Leaning up, I question with my eyes as I pull his boxers down exposing him. He lifts. Still looking right in his eyes, I remove his boxers. When I look down, I gasp at the size of him. He has a small patch of short, black hair that leads in a thin line up to his belly button, the rest of his stomach is bare. His broad chest has dark hair lightly covering it. When I bring my hand back and try to circle him, my fingers don’t touch. I pull up and push back down slowly feeling his velvety skin against my palm. My hand stops at his tip, squeezing gently, and a small bead of moisture escapes. Now, his hips really lift. I lean down with my tongue and lick around the tip cleaning up the drop of fluid. He groans and fists the sheet beneath him. “Oh fuck,” he grates and licks his lips, watching me lick him clean.