Mason captured her chin. “Where shall I start my very thorough investigation of all your secrets?”
She gasped. This time, he knew her better. She was nervous, but not alarmed. He used the tip of his middle finger to trace one of her eyebrows. Then, he stroked across a cheekbone before brushing hair back from her face.
Hannah scarcely breathed.
With his thumbnail, he feathered a touch across her lips. In silent, sensual invitation, she parted them slightly. “That’s right. Wider.”
Trembling, she opened her mouth for him. Gently, he inserted a finger inside her warmth, and she waited for his command before cradling him with her tongue and sucking. “Very attentive.”
Mason pulled out his finger and outlined her ear before tugging gently on the lobe. With a tiny moan, she turned into him. She might love impact play, but she responded beautifully to any kind of touch. Being this gentle with a sub was a new experience for him, and he was surprised by how much he enjoyed it.
He grabbed a handful of her sarong. “I’m going to take it off you.” It hadn’t provided her with any modesty, but undressing her was symbolic.
His motions deft, he worked the knot loose. Next, he tugged the gauzy material from her, leaving her in front of him wearing just the white bikini. “You are beautiful, Hannah.”
“When you say it—” She stopped herself. “Thank you.”
Mason carried the sarong to the table and laid it alongside his cufflinks. Then he grabbed a chair from the corner and placed it about four feet in front of her. “Wondering what I’m up to?” He took his seat.
Her gaze was riveted on him.
“Spread your legs, please.”
Slowly, she did as he asked.
“Is your pussy wet for me, Hannah?”
“Just answer the question. Are you wet for me?”
“Yes.” There was no apology in her whisper, just a beautiful confession….