“Mason…” Her groans sounded as needy as my tingling palm.
My name on her lips was my weakness. Every inch of my body locked, waiting for her condemnation. I’d gone too far, unleashed this monster that could no longer be sealed in a box.
“Again,” she said. It was a soft, uncertain request, but I heard it. “I want you to spank me again. This is what you do when you go to the Filth Den, isn’t it? I want you to do everything you do there to me.”
I stared at her curvy frame draped across my thighs and my blood heated in my veins.
Hell. That’s where I was going for wanting Charity. For her, I would walk a road paved with nothing but the sounds of her ecstasy.
“Please, Mason, don’t stop.”
Instead of spanking her, I ran my hand over her skin, mesmerized by each slope and dip of her body. The temptation to close my eyes and fully immerse myself in the moment warred with my desire to watch as my fingers discovered inch after inch of skin. Because that was what I was doing, commissioning the present to memory so I could hold on to her innocent submission to pleasure forever.
I ran my tongue over her shoulder, lapping at the salty pebbles. Beneath the ocean water, her flavor coated my tongue in a mixture of oils, while her soft floral perfume washed my lungs.
I kissed her shoulder, moving outward until I reached the roof of her spine. Charity wiggled and my hand landed on her upturned ass. “Stay still.” Lost in the trance we had induced, and I could only manage a feeble command.
She hissed. Her ass cheeks clenched against the slight burn. “Please, don’t stop.”
“I know hellcat.” My balls were heavy, aching for relief. It seemed like we’d waited an eternity for this moment and I wanted to drag it out. “Patience.” I planted butterfly kisses at her nape before running my tongue between the valley of her spine until I reached her flimsy swimsuit bottom.
Charity’s arousal was an entirely new fragrance. I inhaled her elixir like a man starved. She smelled honey sweet. Rich. And I couldn’t wait to run my tongue over her cunt and coat my taste buds in her juices.
There was no rhythm to my smacks. I wanted them to be unexpected. Charity writhed against me as she struggled to find the smallest release, her moans growing louder with each passing moment. A firm spank was all it took to remind her who was in charge. I was.
I rubbed the spot my palm last landed against and she moaned under me. The sound sent musical waves along my skin.
I adjusted the thin strip of material between her generous ass cheeks, then slowly tugged and released it, creating friction against her clit. “Do you like that?”
“Yes!” came her quick reply. Her hips bucked and her teeth found my thighs again.
I couldn’t draw my gaze from the gentle twirling motion beneath me, knowing it would feel so much better around my hard dick. “Are you wet, Charity?”
“Why don’t you find out?” Despite being muffled, her naughty suggestion still sent shivers down his spine.
I grunted. Her words were a direct assault on my dick. It throbbed in my pants in anticipation. I’d never backed down from a challenge, and today wasn’t the day I started. “I think I will.” I swiftly released her bikini bottom, putting a halt to the fiction I’d begun.
CHAPTERFOUR
MASON
“No, wait!” She twisted her face to peer up at me. “Put your hand where it was and keep going.” There was frustration and apprehension in her voice.
I released her hands. “I wouldn’t leave you in this state, Charity,” I promised. That would be cruel. “Trust me.”
When she nodded, I helped her stand. We walked in silence to the outdoor pipe and I knelt, washing the sand from her legs before rinsing mine.
Everything about tonight was unexplored territory. Not knowing what tomorrow held, we’d savor all of it without regrets, only pleasure.
The silence wasn’t painful. It was necessary, our way of accepting what was coming and the electrical current surging between us. Clean, I lifted her against my chest, taking her into the house and up the stairs, and I didn’t stop until we entered her bedroom.
Charity molded me around was comforting. She felt like home. I’d felt lust, passion, even love, but never this overwhelming sense of peace, rightness that enveloped me now. I knew better than most how rare that feeling was, but Charity didn’t. Was I robbing her of a chance to find her peace? Was the five years I’d made myself scarce enough? I set her down and cupped her face between my hands.
“You can stop this anytime,” I said, meaning every word. Giving and receiving pleasure only worked if she was on board. “We can stop now. Pretend nothing happened.”
Charity sucked in a sharp breath. “I don’t want to pretend anymore. Do you?”
No, I didn’t, but there was so much more at stake. Relationships that could be broken beyond repair. Was she prepared for that? Was I prepared to see her in pain and know that I had lit that fire?
