Mason didn’t wait long. The moment Noah eased out of me with a lingering kiss, Mason’s powerful arms were already lifting me, his strength making the movement effortless. He laid me on my back again in the center of the wide sectional, but this time there was a raw hunger in his eyes that sent a thrill racing down my spine. He hooked my legs over his broad shoulders, folding me nearly in half. The stretch was immediate and delicious, opening me completely to him. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly wanted.
He pushed inside me in one powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt. A sharp cry tore from my throat at the sudden, overwhelming fullness. Mason was thick and long, and in this position, he reached impossibly deep, pressing against places that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
