Page 37 of Blitz

“I’m aching,” she says. She props herself up on her elbows to watch me.

She’s wearing matching underwear, an electric yellow scrap of lace. Leaning forward, I place a gentle kiss to the top of her mound.

Mason’s hips lift off the bed. She whines.

“Tucker…”

Before I can take off her leggings, I have to contend with her shoes. They’re off in the blink of an eye. The fleece-lined pants go next until she’s laying in my bed in nothing but some electric yellow underwear and a smile.

“Hang on.”

She frowns. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I just need to take a mental picture. Memorize this moment.”

She grins and poses, thrusting out her chest for me.

Memory saved for me to enjoy later, I kneel at the side of the bed. I pull her hips toward me and nuzzle her satin-smooth skin.

“Baby…”

I nose aside the scrap of lace. It’s soaked through. The tip of my tongue touches her folds, and she lifts her hips, needy. Her hand slides down to the back of my head, holding me to her.

And I oblige her. She tastes a little bit sweet, a little bit salty, a little bit perfect. I run my fingers through her wetness and she sighs.

“More.”

Slipping a finger inside her, I have to grunt at the feeling of her tight, wet heat clenching around me. She needs a lot of foreplay to be properly prepped, and I’m happy enough to indulge. There’s only one thing I enjoy more than eating her out, and that’s finally getting the chance to be inside her. I can’t have one without the other.

I wrap my lips around her clit, and she groans—loudly.

“Shh, Princess. You don’t want the guys to guess what’s goin’ on up here.” I flick my tongue against her clit, meeting her eye. She groans again, more quietly now.

“They already know.” Her fingers slide down her body, holding the drenched gusset of her underwear to the side for me. “It’s going to get very loud in here. I refuse to apologize for that.”

“As well you shouldn’t. Make all the noise you want. You know I like that.” I slide a second finger inside of her. “I’m just warning you, these walls are thin.”

“I don’t fucking care.” She rides my fingers, her free hand clutching at the sheets. “Tucker…”

I give her a proper licking. “Yes, baby?”

“Close. So… close.”

So I focus on giving her what she needs. Her thighs tense around my head. Her hand presses into the back of my hand with more force. Her hips work as she uses me to get off, riding my fingers, riding my face.

With a loud, long groan, she falls apart. I keep up my pace, working my fingers and my tongue against her until she collapses onto the sheets, thoroughly spent.

“King…”

“Princess?”

She gives me a lazy, sated smile. “Come hold me.”

I join her on the bed, wrapping her up in my arms. “Anything you want, sunshine.”

Chapter sixteen

Mason