He flicks the little nub with the tip of his tongue before moving his attention to my other nipple, and I’m in pure bliss. While his lips praise my breasts, his fingers find my clit, swirling and playing before he dips two digits inside my dripping, throbbing opening. “Oh my god. Mason.” I grab onto his thick biceps for dear life as he thrusts inside of me, curling his fingers, spreading them apart, twisting and diving deeper. Meanwhile, his kisses keep traveling lower and by the time his stubble grazes the hollow of my belly, I’m about ready to fly.
