The Pulse
folds. Gasping, she clutched his shoulders, steadying herself. He dipped his finger inside her, making a “‘come hither” gesture that perfectly hit her G-spot, and she swooned against him, moaning.
    It felt incredible. He lifted her, one hand still buried in her cunt, and she gasped as the movement rocked her hard against his fingers. He laid her on the cot, moving apart her knees with his large hands.
    He dipped his head between her thighs, spreading her labia with his hand until her clit, swollen already with anticipation, lay vulnerable and open to his mouth. He sucked her bud, laving it with his merciless tongue, licking her folds once more before capturing her clit again into his hot mouth.
    She cried out at the sensation, running her fingers through his shaggy hair, scratching her fingernails over his broad shoulders as he flicked her clitoris over and over again. She exploded into her climax, crying out, gasping for breath, moaning his name into the dark night.
    He looked up at her, her moisture still glossing his lips, and grinned. “You’re delicious,” he said, and he licked her clit again.
    “Oh my God,” she moaned, the sensation of his tongue on her already overstimulated clit making her crazy with lust.
    She halfheartedly tried to push his head away but he grabbed her wrist and held it still against her heaving belly as he continued to suck her clit. He kept going even as she slammed her thighs against his ears, bringing her to a second body-shaking orgasm.
    Her body racked with spasms as the muscles contracted again and again.
    “Fuck me, Mason. I need you in me, now,” she gasped.
    “No, Emily,” he said gently. “Not just yet.” He picked her up from the blanket, her body boneless and satiated.
    “I want to return the favor. Please.” She got to her knees, still shaking from the aftershock of her orgasm.
    She reached her hands up to his cargo pants tentatively, asking permission with her eyes. She could tell he was hard, even through the pants. He made quick work of dropping them and she smiled, licking her lips.
    His cock sprung out, heavy and thick in her palm, so hard it was almost purple. A bead of pre-come clung to the tip of his slit like a tiny jewel.
    She took his length in her hand, cupping his balls with her other, loving how vulnerable he had made himself to her, loving the feeling of power it gave her to make him groan like that, even on her knees.
    Emily opened her mouth and took the head of his cock in her mouth, rolling her tongue around and around until he groaned and grabbed her head, running his fingers through her hair, urging her to take more of him in her mouth.
    She swallowed, cautiously, working his cock into her throat, tasting the musky saltiness of his skin.
    She licked the slit, sucking out another bead of the delicious pre-come, and ran her tongue up and down the side of his shaft before drawing him into her mouth once more.
    “Emily,” he moaned, his fingers tightening in her hair.
    The feel of his hands on her head sent shivers of desire rushing through her and she sucked hard, until she could feel him stiffen in her mouth even more.
    He climaxed, ejaculating down her throat, holding her head in place as she swallowed every last drop.
    Finally she took her mouth off of him, breathless, and licked her lips.
    Mason lay down next to her, wrapping his large arms around her, pulling her close.
    “I’m glad you’re okay,” she whispered.
    “Yeah, me too. Thank you.”
    She almost said, “It’s my job,” but that wasn’t true anymore. What would she do if he wouldn’t help her? She’d go it alone, like always. Before the Pulse she’d been fully capable of taking care of herself. Surely that independent woman was still somewhere deep inside her. “Mason, I have to tell you something.”
    He propped himself up on one arm and looked at her. “Shoot.”
    “I need to get out of New York City. And I want you to come with me. There’s safety in numbers.”
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