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she was wet. He was rewarded with the feel of dampness that soaked right through the lace.
    He had to hold himself back from gliding underneath to feel her silken folds. She arched against his hand in silent invitation.
    He switched to the other nipple and lapped at it with his tongue, then sucked softly.
    “Oh, Mason, I need you so much. Please, when—”
    But he covered her lips with a finger, stopping her words.
    “We don’t want to rush this,” he answered.
    She laughed breathily. “I don’t think ten years is rushing.”
    He laughed. “Well, that may be true, but what’s important is tonight, and the culmination of our long journey of obsession and desire.”
    “Obsession?”
    He leaned close to her ear and murmured, “Well, we both must be pretty obsessed to still feel this strongly after all this time.” He brushed his lips against the side of her neck, loving her little gasp of delight. “And you. You actually kept your virginity for me.” He said it teasingly, but she dropped her gaze to his chest.
    Was it true? Had she really turned down other men in hopes that one day they might do with him what they were about to do?
    True or not, he was making her uncomfortable and that would make her tense.
    He stroked her shoulders. “I was teasing, Dana.”
    Then he stroked her breasts and cupped them in his hands. She smiled and her eyelids fell closed. She mewed softly as he lavished attention on her soft mounds. Caressing them. Licking her nipples, then suckling softly.
    “I want to touch you, Mason.”
    He smiled and stood up, then peeled away his boxers. She watched him with wide eyes, then when he stood in front of her, she gently wrapped her hand around him, her fingers not quite reaching all the way around his thick shaft. She began gliding up and down.
    Now it was his turn to moan. Her touch set him on fire. His eyelids fell closed at her gentle strokes, then popped back open when he felt her lips cover his cockhead. She had it fully in her mouth before he could protest.
    He ran his fingers through her hair as she slid further down his shaft, and he eased her head back.
    “Dana, that’s not a good idea. I’m already well past ready.”
    She smiled, then licked his tip, sending quivers through him.
    “But you are so full of restraint. I think you can handle it.” Then she glided on him and took him deep, and sucked.
    The intense sensations, paired with his need to control her, sent anger flaring through him.
    She should do as she was told. He would never put up with this from his subs. He tightened his hold on her hair and coiled it around his hand, ready to pull her away, but she squeezed him in her mouth and he couldn’t do it. It felt too warm and exquisitely pleasurable being right there. Filling her mouth and throat.
    She glided back, then slid deep again. He groaned.
    Her hands found his balls and she caressed them, her soft, feminine touch stirring him more than he could fathom. His groin ached with the need to thrust into her. To fill her throat again and again until he found sweet release by pumping his load into her.
    She squeezed him in her mouth and pleasure swelled in him.
    Fuck, he was too damn close!
    Frustration lurched through him at the fact she wasn’t obeying him. He was used to a woman doing exactly what he told her.
    His cock twitched and he tugged on her hair, still wound around his hand, pulling her head from his quivering member. She sucked in a breath and her gaze shot to his, her eyes wide in alarm.
    “Dana, I told you we needed to go slow,” he said through gritted teeth. But the need in him was intensifying and he felt his control unraveling.
    His gaze glided down her body, falling on her skimpy panties. He tucked his fingers under the elastic and drew them down. She lay down and raised her hips so he could pull them lower, then he slid them down her legs and dropped them to the floor.
    He dipped his finger between her damp folds. The feel of her hot, slick flesh