Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
She looked up to see he was staring at her. She had been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t realized he’d woken up. Her hand was still poised in the air, waiting to run her fingers through his locks.
“Can I … touch you?” she asked.
“Yes.”
She licked her bottom lip. Now that she had asked, she wasn’t sure what to do. Mason kept looking at her, and his dark-brown eyes seemed to bore right into her.
Just do it.
Touch him.
Run your fingers through his hair.
He is your husband.
You can do this.
Tamsin didn’t like to have this battle within herself, but then she won and ran her fingers through his hair, pushing it off his face. Stroking it behind his ear, she ran the tips of her fingers down his cheek, going toward his neck.
“Are you thinking of killing me?” he asked.
“No, I don’t believe in that kind of violence.”
He chuckled and she paused in touching him. “What?” she asked.
“You, a Denton, don’t believe in violence.”
“I’ve never killed anyone and I’ve never gone out of my way to hurt anyone. I wouldn’t do that.”
“Fair enough. A level-headed Denton.”
She glared at him. “I didn’t say I was level-headed.”
She sat up and instead of leaving the bed and terminating her exploration, she pushed the blanket off his body.
Mason only wore a pair of boxer briefs and as she glanced down at them, she saw the outline of his thick cock. Very much the same way it was described in those romances she loved so much. He was long and thick, and even though hidden from view, she saw him clearly.
Wow.
More than wow.
“Do you like what you see?” Mason asked.
She jerked her head back around to look at him. Both of his hands were beneath his head as he looked at her. He looked so calm and relaxed, while she felt tense.
“Yes, I do.” She laid her hand on his bare chest and stroked down across his stomach. Tamsin had no idea what she was doing. He didn’t have breasts for her to explore. She traced some of the ink on his body, all the time aware of his hard erection pressing against his briefs. “Does it hurt?”
“No.”
“It … looks painful.”
“It’s not. Everything you’re doing to me feels good. So very good.”
She couldn’t help but run her fingers down toward the brief and trace across the edge of the boxers. This was dangerous. She didn’t know what she was doing. Books did not describe the real thing. Mason was very much real, and her heart started to race. Her pussy was so slick.
“I want to touch you,” she said.
“Then touch me, Tamsin. I am yours.”
She loved that, more than she liked to admit. If she belonged to him, then that had to mean he was hers. Tamsin didn’t like the thought of any other woman being with him.
She jerked her hand away as Mason grabbed his boxer briefs and pushed them down his thighs. Now there was nothing hiding his full erection. His cock was long and thick.
She watched in awe as he wrapped his fingers around the length, starting at the base, and working up to the tip, then back down again. Up and down, and she was mesmerized. The tip already looked slick with pre-cum.
“Touch me, Tamsin.”
And like a moth to the flame, she reached out and followed his directions, touching him. He felt so strange. The flesh of his cock was so soft, and yet rock-hard.
He let out a groan and Tamsin turned to look at him, and pulled her hand away.
“You’re not hurting me. It feels good. Trust me, Tamsin. I will tell you if you’re hurting me.”
She was hesitant to touch his cock again, but she also wanted to. She wanted to bring him pleasure the same way he had done for her. Running her fingers down the length of his cock, she worked up and down. Mason had stopped touching himself.
“Fuck, that feels so good.”
His hand went to her knee and she watched as he pushed her negligee out of the way. She loved it when he touched her. Mason stroked her knee, then her inner thigh, traveling up toward her pussy. She let out a breath as he touched her clit.
For several seconds, she couldn’t do anything. He had taken over completely and there was no logical thought to what she was doing or feeling. He was the master of her.
Mason groaned and she felt his cock tense beneath her grip. She worked his length, and knew she was close to another orgasm, which did surprise her, as Mason had only used his mouth on her. Another moan and whimper, and then she felt herself climaxing. Mason worked her clit, drawing out every bit of release. Only then did she work on Mason, bringing him closer and closer.
“Fuck!” He growled the word, arched his hips, and then she watched as his cum spilled from the tip of his cock. Mason had already moved his cock so that it sprayed on his abdomen. He completely lost himself to the pleasure.