Mason’s thumb glides smoothly over my clit. “I don’t think I can hold back much longer, Karli.” “I’m so close.” I throw my head back against the pillows. “I’m so fucking close.” When I say that, Mason abruptly flips me onto my stomach and plucks my clit between his fingers again and again in an unpredictable rhythm. Soon, my body can’t take anymore. I hear myself mewling. “I’m about to come.” His lips come to my ear, warm breath tickling my neck and provoking goosebumps. “Then, come for me.” And off I go, tumbling headfirst down the rabbit hole.
