True to his word, Mason didn't bother trying to hold himself back anymore. He slipped his hand into my jeans without any hesitation, pressing lightly as he followed the soft lace down between my legs.

I practically melted under his touch. A whimper of pleasure slipped from my lips as his fingers brushed over my sweet spot.

His eyes flickered with excitement and mischief at the sound. I could practically see the wheels turning in his head as he started to think of all the ways he could take advantage of this little discovery of his.

After a second, he seemed to settle on one. A small smile played on his lips as he slipped a finger under the lace and tugged upwards.

I gasped as the fabric suddenly bunched together, pressing against my sweet spot. He chuckled softly leaning his other arm against the bed. He rested his head on his hand, watching my face with an amused look as he repeatedly tugged and released the fabric, causing it to rub against me.

The damn bastard was enjoying himself. Although, I guess I couldn't exactly say that I wasn't enjoying all this. I was just impatient. I wanted him to touch me. Really touch me. And I wanted to touch him too.

"Mason?"

"Yes?" he asked playfully, tugging the lace back.

"I-"

A small cry of pleasure left my lips as he suddenly released it, letting it snap back against my sweet spot. Again, his eyes flashed with pleasure and amusement as he watched my reaction. He smiled, shrugging vaguely.

"Oops. Sorry. My fingers must have slipped."

I glared at him. Fine. If that's how he wanted to play it, then two could play at that game.

I slid my hand down my jeans, pushing the lace aside so I could tease my lower lips. I laid back against the bed, humming contentedly as I played with myself.

"Hey, hey, don't have all the fun without me," Mason said, a slight panic in his voice.

"Oops. Sorry. My fingers must have slipped," I teased.

I loved this. This back-and-forth cat-and-mouse game we were playing for dominance. It was fun beating him like this. Watching his carefully laid plans crumble as I threw something at him that he never expected.

That said, I wasn't exactly opposed to losing either. Which was good, considering the fact that he seemed bound and determined to make sure that I did.

With defiance in his eyes, he slid off of the bed and got onto his knees on the floor. My heart fluttered as he started tugging my jeans off. He tossed them over to the side somewhere and grabbed my knees, spreading my legs wide.

"H-hey! What are you doing?" I asked.

"What?" He asked innocently, resting his head against my thigh. "You're the one who decided to put on a show. I just wanted to make sure I have a front-row seat for it. Although, maybe I should take my pants off first. Based on that video you sent me, I might be in the splash zone right now."

My cheeks burned with shame and excitement at his words. Did he really expect me to touch myself right now? And was he really going to sit right there and watch me while I did?

My heart pounded at the thought and the soft chuckle he let out a moment later certainly didn't help.

"Aww, what's wrong? Shy? It's a little late for you to be playing the innocent maiden now, don't you think?" he commented, turning his head to place a kiss on my thigh. "Although, if you have stage fright, then I might be willing to help you out. If you ask me nicely, that is."

God, yes. I wanted it more than anything. But I wasn't going to cave into his demands that easily. Not when I so clearly had him exactly where I wanted him.

Despite all his teasing and toying, I was the one who managed to get him on his knees. He was the one who was desperate for this. He could disguise it with all the cockiness and playfulness in the world, but the truth was that he was waiting on me.

And I felt like making him wait a little bit longer.

I moved my fingers up to tease my aching sweet spot, moaning lightly at the sensation. I felt his grip on my legs tighten slightly as I did. He was watching alright. Intently too.

Obviously, this wasn't the first time he'd seen me do something like this, but there was something different about actually having him there while I did it. Feeling his skin against mine, the way his hair tickled slightly as it brushed against my leg, his breath, hot and heavy against my thigh. It added sensations to touching myself that I never even thought were possible.

As I slipped my fingers between my lower lips, I wasn't even sure who I was really teasing anymore. Him or me.

Apparently, the answer was "him." Without any kind of warning, he leaned his head in, pressing his lips against the soft lace covering my fingers.

I tried my best to repress the shivers of pleasure as I spoke. "And what do you think you're doing?"

"I want to taste," he admitted dreamily.

I was surprised to hear him be so straightforward about it. I honestly expected more teasing and sarcasm on his end. I leaned up slightly to get a better view of him. He was staring between my legs intently. It was like he was in his own little world. He looked up at me, his eyes hazy with desire.

Despite everything we'd done up to this point, I don't think he'd ever looked at me with such longing before. With this kind of shameless desperation. Somehow, it made me want to tease him even more.

"Hmm... I don't know. I might be willing to let you. If you ask me nicely, that is," I said, throwing his words back at him.

"Please?" he murmured gently.

I was shocked. I know that I'd asked, but I never expected him to actually do it. He'd been so cocky earlier, I guess I expected more of a fight. Kind of like the way I resisted him a minute ago.

However, it seemed that "pride," as a concept, was completely out the window for Mason at this point. Now, here he was, on his knees and literally begging. Just for a chance to taste me.

And I was loving it.

I bit my lip, an idea forming inside of my head. My heart raced as I pushed the lace to the side, giving him an unobstructed view of my lower lips.

"What? Is this what you want?" I teased. He nodded vaguely. "You really want a taste?"

"Yes."

His voice was getting desperate. My lips curled into an involuntary smile at the sound. I never knew I could feel this powerful during sex. It made me wonder exactly how far I could push him before he finally snapped.

I released the lace, letting it snap back into place. I slid my fingers out, still covered in my juices, and held them out for him. He stared at them, entranced and confused.

"You wanted to taste, right? So, taste," I coaxed. "If you do a good job, maybe I'll let you try the real thing."

I could see his eyes widen slightly in surprise at the request. Maybe he was just playing along or maybe he really was that desperate to taste me, but either way, he didn't argue. He leaned his head in closer and stuck his tongue out, trailing it slowly along my fingers.

It was like he set off a box of fireworks inside my body. I was tingling from head to toe as his tongue greedily lapped at my fingers. Whatever calm, cool persona I had a moment ago disappeared in an instant. Now, I just wanted to get tongue-fucked.

"God, just fucking eat me," I practically growled, grabbing the back of his head and shoving it between my legs.

Not that he minded. He got to work immediately, yanking the lace to the side and diving in tongue-first to drink my juices. I felt a small moan of gratification hum in his throat as he did.

I couldn't remember the last time I'd been eaten out. Even before things fizzled out in the bedroom, Phil was always a pretty selfish lover. And even when he did find it worth his time to go down on me, it was never great.

But with Mason? It was like a night and day difference.

Immediately, his tongue got to work on my sweet spot. Licking, teasing, playing around to see what would work and what wouldn't. In a matter of minutes, he was able to figure out what Phil still hadn't after several years of marriage: how to fucking please a woman.

I never knew that I could feel such pleasure. It was like he knew exactly what to do to send me shivering. His tongue alone was already enough to turn me into a whimpering mess, but as he slid his fingers inside of me it was like he flicked a switch that drove me absolutely wild.

The moans spilled from my mouth like water from a broken pipe. I squirmed and wriggled under his tongue while I tangled my fingers in his hair, practically begging him not to stop.

Not that I needed to. He lapped at my juices like a starving dog, desperate to consume every last drop. Small grunts and moans of satisfaction hummed against my sweet spot as he did. His fingers thrust in and out of me slowly, filling the air with soft, wet sounds.

I was in heaven. It was like I was being enveloped in a cloud of pure pleasure. His tongue, his fingers, his voice. Everything working together in harmony to turn my brain into mush and leave me blissfully at his mercy.

Then I felt it. The familiar building pleasure and electrifying sparks that told me what was about to happen. I gasped as his tongue flicked over a particularly good spot, tugging his hair gently.

"Right there, right there! Don't stop!" I cried out against the waves of building pleasure.

He didn't need to be told twice. He immediately focused his tongue on that area while his fingers began to thrust into me faster and faster.

All this time. All the times I'd touched myself while he watched. All the times I thought of him doing this to me. None of them even came close to the real thing. It was rapture wrapped in unrepentant lust.

Animalistic moans, clutching at his hair, grinding my hips against his face. I surrendered to the pleasure of his tongue completely. Then, like a thread being stretched to its very limit, all at once, I snapped.

Immediately, I felt the relief in pressure as the hot liquid started to gush out from between my legs. My eyes rolled up to the ceiling and my legs started to spasm as the ecstasy flooded every last cell of my body. The room echoed with splashing and spattering as his fingers still unrelentingly thrust against the cascade of juices that were flowing out around them.

Slowly, those sounds began to fade. As did the blinding euphoria that came with them. My breathing turned to ragged panting. My fingers loosened from Mason's hair as my body slumped back onto the bed, still tingling all over.

"Fuck," I heard him half-mutter, his hand resting loosely on my thigh.

My head lolled to the side as I tried to look at him. He stood up slowly, staring down at me with burning lust inside his eyes.

"Problem?" I asked playfully.

His lips curled into a mischievous smile as he leaned against the bed, my juices still dripping from his face. He shook his head, tutting as he looked down at his soaked pants.

"Yeah, there's a fucking problem. I was right. I was in the splash zone," he teased, giving my still-sensitive sweet spot a small slap. He chuckled a bit at the way my body jumped. "All that aside, there's an even bigger problem I need to deal with now."

"Oh, and what's that?" I asked, a vague idea of what it might be already in my mind.

Without a word, he unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. I bit my lip at the huge bulge I could see straining desperately against his soaked boxers. I lifted my leg and pressed my foot gently against the bulge. I could feel it twitch as I did so.

"My, my. That does look like a big problem," I said with mock surprise. "Seems like you'd have your hands full handling it all by yourself. Any way I can help?"

His eyes flashed at the suggestion. Again, I could see mischief on his mind. He leaned forward, trailing his fingers down the lace on my body.

"Depends. Exactly how attached are you to this little outfit of yours?" he asked.

The question piqued my curiosity. I couldn't be sure of exactly what he had planned, but something told me that, based on my answer, I might not be able to wear this outfit again after today. And, honestly? I was perfectly fine with that.

"Not at all," I murmured breathily.

He moved his hands to my sides, pressing lightly as he slowly followed the shape of my curves. "You're sure? You won't be upset if something happens to it?"

"I think I'll be more upset if something doesn't," I teased.

All at once, his demeanor seemed to change. The light, playful attitude he'd had just seconds ago disappeared in an instant as something darker and wilder quickly rushed in to take its place.

His hand grabbed the fabric between my breast and tugged hard, pulling me up to him. He mashed his lips against mine, desperate and needy. A small whimper of pleasure hummed in my throat as his hard member started grinding between my legs. It was thrilling, terrifying, and arousing all at once. As he finally released my lips, I saw something in his eyes that I had never seen before.

Starvation.

Not a desire. Not a hunger. Pure, rabid starvation. And it wasn't too hard to guess what was on the menu for tonight.

My heart raced as he brought his lips close to my ear. Low, husky, impatient. He whispered something that left me both trembling and tingling all at once. Just one little word.

"Good."