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Morals Or Sin [Hahvy x Scotty Rage]

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Watching Mason's eyes trail over her body gave her goosebumps. A warning bell was going off in her head that she'd changed it from some harmless and stupid game to something serious. Mason's look was what confirmed it. Her instincts were sluggish like her brain, but the bell was loud as a scream. A panic settled into her stomach and started churning the alcohol and little food she ate into something to be despised. As she stared at his face and his body, she felt herself backing up, trying to click rewind on what she'd done. Being drunk had benefits - being a soldier in this case, did not. She'd been trained to be able to find some logical thought even when at her worst and a little logical voice was screaming at her to get out of there. To do something to stop this possible train wreck.

Seeing him take the shots made that queasy feeling get worse. Her arms wrapped around her stomach as if she could hide from him. She wanted to hide from this situation, from the wrong feelings welling up. Was it just because he was familiar? Safe? Or was it just Mason that she was seeing? That he was a man and that she was a woman and nothing else seemed to be so cut and dry as that? When he left to get the other bottle of liquor, she didn't know what to do. She was losing it, she knew and tried to get herself back on track. The room wobbled in her eyes and her stomach was rebelling against her panic. Not good. Not good.

As he returned with limes, salt, and the tequila she felt tears prick her eyes. This situation was out of control. And so were they. She had never backed down from a challenge she found worthy, but if they kept this up, this game of wills would turn into regret that would eat them both alive. Shaking from some of the thoughts circling in her mind, she covered her face in her hands, hearing his words. It was true, she'd slept with men, but she couldn't go through with this. Didn't think she should.

"This isn't real."

She whispered and before he could respond, she rushed into the bathroom without shutting the door and emptied her stomach of all the booze she'd swallowed.
 
Mason watched as Ashlin seemed to wrestle with her emotions, and it seemed to bring him back to his senses as well. Had he really been that determined to meet a challenge that he'd cross such a line? Or was it something more than that? He wasn't sure, but what he knew as she bolted from the room was that he felt sick himself. He could feel the liquor churning in the pit of his stomach as his head swam violently. She had to think he was some sort of pervert, now, and that kind of damage couldn't be repaired. The thought only made his stomach turn even more, and he finally found himself dashing for the stairs for his bedroom, where the only other bathroom in the house was.

There was a reason that people said drunks shouldn't try to go up stairs, however, and he had just figured it out the hard way. He wasn't sure how it happened, but he suddenly found himself lying on his back at the base of the stairs, his body hurting in several places. He was halfway up the steps one moment, and here the next. His head swam even more, and he tried to sit up, but his sense of balance was just too damaged from the alcohol and the fall, and so he dropped back to the floor and just laid there, closing his eyes to try and pull himself together. He wasn't sure how long he'd been laying there, but he knew he wasn't going anywhere in that moment, so he simply remained where he was. There was no cry for help, but only silence for the time being.
 
It didn't take her long to get rid of all the alcohol in a wonderful display of stomach pyrotechnics. Her face was a mess and so was her hair and she laid on the floor for a moment, too tired to move from the quickness of it all. Her vision swam and she closed her eyes, wishing it would all go away. Had they really gone this far? Pushed this much? She heard Mason fall down the stairs and made herself get up, hearing only silence. She hoarsely called his name before she managed to get a good hollar out.

"Mason!"

She stumbled out of the bathroom, bumping into a table and skidding to the floor. She winced at the slight pain but she couldn't hear Mason and thought he must be in serious pain. She pushed on and found him at the base of the stares, he looked over but she couldn't be sure. Her hands shook as she ran them over his face and shoulders, physically assuring herself that he wasn't broken. They weren't broken.

"You okay?"
 
Mason's eyes opened as he felt Ashlin's hands on his face and shoulders, and then he...laughed. He was simply taken by a fit of uncontrollable laughter, mostly at himself for being stupid enough to try and run up the stairs when he could barely even stand. This carried on for about a minute or so before he finally calmed down enough to speak, swallowing a bit as his mouth felt dry. "That...would have been...a great one...on video," he panted as he caught his breath and tried to sit up, only to slip back to the floor, his head hitting it with a rather unceremonious thud. "Ow!"

"Note to self," he finally said. "Alcohol and stairs...don't mix." After a few more deep breaths, he was finally able to sit up. The sickness had gone from his stomach for the moment, but he was still very off balance. Looking over to Ashlin, he saw the mess she was and frowned softly. "Come on," he said as he finally managed to climb to his feet, trying to help her up and to the bathroom. "Let's get you cleaned up."
 
Hearing him laugh made her feel better, her hand pushing back her damp hair. She looked like shit, she knew, and getting rid of the alcohol made her sober up a little bit more. She also knew by the queasy feeling in her stomach that she wasn't quite done throwing up and she couldn't help but laugh when Mason accidentally slipped and hit his head. She made sure he was okay before seeing his expression soften. She knew she was an absolute mess and probably looked like she had spilled alcohol on herself, but she couldn't really fix it at the moment.

"Okay.."

She said softly as he stood up and helped her up, leading her in the direction of the bathroom. She needed to be cleaned up. It was just something that kept repeating in her head. As if she didn't want Mason to see her at her worst due to alcohol. The two of them made quite a pair, knowing they were both still stumbling drink. As soon as she was close to the toilet, she found herself gripping the seat and getting rid of the rest of the alcohol. It wasn't long before she started in on the dry heaves which lasted only a few minutes. She never wanted Mason to see her like this again.
 
Mason knelt next to Ashlin as she crouched over the toilet once more, simply patting her back to comfort her as she emptied her system of the alcohol. The sight made him feel a bit queasy as well, but he managed to swallow it back for the moment, giving her plenty of time to get it all out of her stomach. Finally the dry heaving began, and when it was over, he helped her to the side before he knelt and leaned over the bowl himself. Sticking his finger down his throat, he managed to set into motion his own cleansing process as he emptied the liquor from his system.

He had drank considerably more than her, so it took a few minutes for him to get it all out. Of course they would both still be quite drunk, considering much of that alcohol was already in their blood, but at least the sickness would be gone. When he finally felt like he had nothing more to release, he reached up and hit the handle, flushing the toilet as he fell over to the side to lean against the counter for a few minutes to recover.

Finally, he stood and stumbled to the shower, reaching in and turning it on while he held his hand under the water to feel it warming up. Once he was satisfied with the temperature, he moved to help his sister to her feet as he led her to the shower. Of course in his intoxicated state he hadn't thought to help her out of her bra and panties, nor had he considered it somewhat inappropriate. Right now he just wanted to help his sister to feel better, and that was the only thought that mattered. Assisting her in getting under the flow of water, he stepped in with her and closed the shower door to keep the bathroom floor from getting wet, letting the water just run over them to wash away the remnants of the mess on their bodies while it soothed them a bit.
 
The soothing touch on her back made it less painful until she was done and just relaxed, taking a few deep breaths. Her eyes shut as she heard Mason vomiting up the alcohol in his system. They both had drank way too much and would probably stay drunk for a good while, but at least she had some of her thoughts in order. She stroked his back lightly, feeling some faint scarring but knowing it wasn't half as close to hers. Her whole back was a mess and she couldn't tattoo over the lines. But she accepted that. Once he was done and had flushed the toilet, she listened to them breathing. They were such drunken messes that she couldn't help but laugh. The whole thing was stupid.

She watched him sleepily turn the shower on and wait till it heated. She reached her arm out when he gestured and made her stand up. She wobbled a bit until she was plunged under the hot but soothing spray. Once they were both inside the shower, she didn't think about it when she stripped out of her soaked bra and panties, just yanking the lacey things off and hanging them up to dry. She knew Mason would see everything, but she felt horribly dirty from throwing up that she couldn't make herself care. The warm soothing water and Mason being okay was what really mattered. She stood there under part of the spray and tipped her face into it, loving the feel of it against her skin.

"This is nice..."

She commented, like showers were the new rage.
 
Mason did indeed take notice when Ashlin stripped out of her bra and panties, hanging them up to dry, but not quite in the way one might have expected. By this point his only concern had been making her feel better, and when she stripped, it was only then that he realized he was still in his boxer-briefs, and they were soaked. Pursing his lips a bit, when she turned her back to face the shower head, he slipped out of the underwear and slipped the door open to hang them on the rack after wringing them out. Closing the door once more, he smiled as he listened to her comment on the feeling of the water rushing over her. "Yeah, it is," he said thoughtfully.

Reaching for the body wash, he poured some into his hands before setting the bottle down. He was too intoxicated to even look for the loofa, so he didn't bother, simply rubbing his hands together to lather them a bit before he reached up and began to rub it into her shoulders, cleaning and massaging her at the same time. Reaching around her, he made sure to get her neck and collarbone as well, washing away the scent of alcohol from them and leaving them with the fresh scent of the body wash.

Perhaps he had become caught up in the task, or perhaps it was just the alcohol causing him to not pay attention, but he kept rubbing the lather into her wherever he could reach, grabbing the bottle to add more now and then, as his hands continued to journey over her body slowly. They ran down her back, making sure to get a good coat on it, and around to her hips before moving back up her sides. Soon he had stepped closer to reach around her so he could get her stomach, not even thinking about the fact that his body pressed against hers. Somehow it didn't matter anymore. It was a simple, sweet, and quite sensual and intimate moment, and he just got lost in it as his hands next moved up her abdomen and over her breasts to continue rubbing the soap into her skin.
 
"Mm.."

The sound was soft as she felt his hands on her back, rubbing the soap into her skin and massaging it at the same time. It felt good that she just surrendered to it, making soft little sighs of content at being taken care of. Her intoxication didn't stop her from knowing it was Mason, but it did stop her from thinking about how wrong it all was. The rest of her didn't care. She wanted to be pampered. Besides, she'd never shared a shower with someone. Especially not someone who would willingly soap her down to get her clean. It was nice and then it started turning into something that was heating her up. His constant touch on her skin made her forget about earlier and just feel the moment.

It didn't take her long before she was leaning into his touch, feeling where his hands went easily. She bit her lip as he lathered up her front and sensitive sides, making her gasp. His body heat mixed with the steam as he pressed against her back so he could reach all over her front. As he worked up from her stomach, she shut her eyes, just giving into his touch and the moment. Here it felt right. And this is where her mind decided to stay. As he hands moved over her breasts, she shivered and worked to suppress a moan.

"M-mason.."

She murmured breathily, arching a little into him, giving into her body's wants while her brain seemed to take a short little vacation. Was it the alcohol? Or something else? Did she even want to think that hard about it? No, her drunk self murmured. She did not.
 
The sensuality of just what he was doing didn't even seem to dawn on Mason until he heard Ashlin moan his name. It was in that moment that his body reacted. His length had been pressed against her rear, though it had been in a partially flaccid state until her voice rang in his ears, sending a shiver down his spine and causing him to grow against her as that excitement ran through his loins. He had now become fully lost in the moment, the water running over their bodies adding even more sensations to what they were already feeling.

The soap had been washed away from her skin by this point, but his hands remained as he pressed himself against her a bit more firmly, his fingers dancing over her nipples to tease them to life. His mind had been silenced by his instincts, it seemed, as he became fully enveloped in the intimate moment. His lips found her neck, placing a few kisses along her skin as he let his teeth just graze her, working toward her ear where he nibbled gently at her lobe.

His hands then squeezed her ample breasts while the tips of his forefingers rested on her nipples, rolling them around a bit to harden them while his hips began to move, grinding his growing erection into her shapely ass. Whatever line there had been had blurred out of sight at that point, and he saw not a sister in front of him, but a sensual woman with needs not unlike his own that had gone far too long unfulfilled.
 
It didn't take her long to realize the growing erection pressing against her derriere and her mind had caught up to the fact that no soap coated her skin any longer. Yet his hands were still on her body and he was pressing into her, teasing her into responding, tempting her to return the sensations. Her neck soon became a focal point when his lips came into contact with her skin, teeth following suit. Her lips parted on a gasp as he nibbled on her lobe, her body heating up in a way that the water never could. Her nipples became that much more sensitive along with her skin. It was a dance to see how far he could push. But the question was, would she want him to stop?

She moaned softly as he squeezed her breasts, playing with the sensitive tips that were growing harder the longer he lingered. She shivered at the sensations, her body sparking to life in what felt like forever. It had been years since she'd taken a lover, and the easy way he brought her sexuality back to the foreground along with her needs made it that much more apparent how long she'd gone without. As he ground his erection against her backside, being family meant nothing. Being siblings meant nothing. This moment meant everything as she reached her hands up to slide into his hair and grip the strands, opening herself up for his exploration.
 
While Mason wasn't completely devoid of logic, the focus of it had shifted into a completely different direction. Now in his mind this was not something to be seen as wrong, but a simple case of two people who cared deeply for each other, and were willing to help fill long forsaken needs for one another. Of course, they happened to be related, but that didn't diminish the fact that they both needed this. Mason had determined long before this that he would take care of his sister upon her return, and now he was understanding just what lengths he was willing to go to in order to keep that promise.

Ashlin wasn't the only one who had not taken a lover in years. Mason hadn't been with another woman since his wife had left, and it had been several months at that point since she had even touched him. All of that pent up passion was now being released, and Ashlin was reaping the benefits of it. As she reached up and back to grip his hair, leaving her body open to his exploration, he didn't hesitate to take advantage. One hand remained on her breasts, massaging and teasing them, while the other slid slowly down her stomach, below her waistline, and beneath her.

His fingertips pushed the lips of her sex apart and soon enough were massaging her sensually. His lips and teeth continued to work at her neck and ear, his breath warm against them, attempting to draw more reactions from her while he now toyed at the most sensitive spots of her body, hoping to remind her of just how desirable she truly was. His erection continued to grow harder as it pressed into her firm, round backside, pulling her body tightly to his.
 
She flushed at the feel of his hand moving down her skin, her mind providing her a fuzzy idea of where it was headed. Her muscles jumped and twitched as his hand moved over them before she felt him dip between the juncture of her legs to the most needy part of her body. She moaned out a gasp, arching into his touch, feeling like her body was suddenly on fire, flaring to life. It was such a simple but sensual touch that she shook in the slightest before calming with a quick breath, knowing her heart was pounding a mile a minute and she was panting for breath, her breasts being pushed into his hand and her body more into his. And he'd barely started. It made her wonder what he might have in mind to drive her crazy.

Her fingers clenched and unclenched in his hair, biting her lip as Mason's lips and teeth still teased her neck and ear. It couldn't have been worse torture to tease so slowly yet reaching her on a level beyond the physical. She was needy and so was he, and this was mutual. Two lonely and deprived people finding solace in each other. His erection grew bigger and harder against her ass and she wondered if she'd be able to take all of it. He certainly felt bigger than any of her previous lovers but she couldn't be sure. The thought had her dripping with heat and moisture that was so different from the water still spilling above and over them. Did it matter that this was forbidden? As her hand drifted down to turn his head for a kiss and her eyes found his face, her heart found the answer as her lips pressed gently but hotly against his own.
 
Feeling Ashlin's lips pressing against his was the final piece to the puzzle for Mason, who eagerly accepted her kiss as his tongue brushed against hers to invite it to an erotic dance while his hands continued to wreak havoc on her sensitive body. Finally, after savoring her lips for as long as he could before he had to come up for air, he backed away just a bit and turned her to face him fully before pulling her body into his once more. His hands trailed down and behind her to cup her rear as he captured her lips in another deep kiss, pressing them against each other once more.

Eventually he did pull away to look into her eyes, his own reflecting the growing desire that continued to build within him. He then stepped back a bit to get his first good look at her completely uncovered body, his gaze lingering as he took his time to appreciate her, his hands still resting on her hips. He let his vision trail down, admiring the curve of her hips, before rising to take in her firm, ample breasts. "You were right," he finally said with a sweet smile when his eyes met hers. "You do have a great rack."

The current position also gave her a full view of his body without obstruction as well, allowing her to confirm her suspicions, which were quite accurate. He was well above average, with both length and girth working in his favor, with a slight upward curve. Looking her over once more, he met her eyes and gave her another smile, as if telling her everything was fine before his hand slid beneath her once more to part her and see to the neediest part of her body again while he leaned forward to steal another kiss.
 
His tongue against her lips and his eagerness made that little voice of morality go silent, her tongue twirling about his sensually before they both needed to breath. Feeling his hands slip from her body, she almost pouted before she was turned around and pressed into him, feeling his erection rub erotically against her belly. Her arms moved to pull him in as their lips met once more in need, feeling a little dizzy from the turn. It wasn't something she dwelled on, however, since Mason had reached down to cup her bottom, adding a little spark to their fire. If she had known Mason could kiss like this, she'd have tempted him a long time ago. His kiss was intoxicating enough to drown out reason - not that she had much left anyways.

As he stepped back, she felt her body remain primed. His perusal of her body made her blush in the slightest but it wasn't the only thing that had her blushing. As he took her in, she did the same and as her gaze hit what he had below the waist, her eyes widened and she flushed a heavy pink. He was much, much bigger than any lover she'd taken. It was almost intimidating. It wasn't like she couldn't handle it, but it wouldn't be easy either. The comment about her breasts, however, made her look up at him and smile with a soft laugh. What an easy way to break any awkward tension.

"I could say the same about your third arm- I mean package."

She gave him a grin before she felt his hand slide down between her legs, making her gasp and press into his hand as he leaned down to kiss her again, making her melt into his touch with a need not unlike his own. One hand wrapped about his neck to cup the back of his head, while the other stroked down his body to lightly tease the tip of his erection to see his reaction.
 
The reaction she managed to elicit was a moan against her lips as he felt her fingers touch the head of his now fully erect length. Perhaps she hadn't had any lovers that were worth bragging about, given her reaction to the sight, since he had never considered himself to be anything extraordinary. Sure, he was big, but not like some of those guys you see in the porn videos. These thoughts were quickly lost, however, as he managed to tear himself away from her lips for a moment before letting his arm glide around her waist to pull her closer again, though leaving enough space for them to continue teasing each other.

A shiver then ran down his spine, and as erotic and intimate as this moment was, that wasn't the source. The water had started to run cold. Apparently they had drained the water heater having spent so long under the torrent. Laughing softly, he pressed his body against hers again to reach for the shower handles, turning the water off before sliding the door open. "Maybe it's time to relocate," he suggested. While he'd been looking forward to a steamy shower session, it was simply no fun when you were freezing.
 
His reaction was like fuel, but the water was getting cold against her back and she figured that he had noticed the same thing. At least, he did eventually notice the same thing. The coldness made it easy to stop and she sighed as he pressed into her to turn the water off, half relief, half from his body heat warming her back up. She nodded at his words and stepped out of the shower once he opened the door, feeling the air cool the water on her skin and make her shiver. She rubbed her arms before locating a towel to wrap about her and dry off. She thought about handing him one. As much as he probably wouldn't have minded a tongue bath, the cold and her distant sobriety made it hard to focus on anything other than getting warm. However...she used the towel to dry him off herself, being gentle and slow about it, making sure he was all dry before she got to herself. In the morning, they might have problems. But morning was far away.

"Where to?"

She asked, smiling at him once she was dry. She used the towel to dry her hair out as best she could without a hairdryer and just dropped the towel on the floor. He had seen everything already, why be embarrassed? This wasn't so scary now, but later, when they were both cold-sober, they'd probably freak. Her eyes took him in as she stepped towards him, trailing a finger along his chest and collarbone. Her body hummed for more of his touch and her eyes spoke all she couldn't say.
 
Mason watched Ashlin as she went about drying him off, moving, turning, and raising his arms as needed for her to get to him, smiling playfully at her as he did so. When she then began to dry herself, he simply watched appreciatively before she finally just let the towel fall. Reaching behind her, he grabbed a brush from the counter and ran it through her hair a couple of times before doing the same to his own. Once they were both dry and presentable, she asked where he wanted to go.

Tilting his head slightly, he chewed his lip in thought. "Trying to climb those stairs is just a bad idea, so I'd say living room or guest room." He then stepped closer, pulling her into him as his arm wrapped around her waist, giving that sly grin. "The living room could be fun, big sectional couch and all..." He left it to her ultimately, though, taking her hands and starting to back out of the bathroom, pulling her along with him while he let her mull over where she wanted to go.
 
She enjoyed getting her hair brushed and laughed at his words. Climbing those stairs was definitely a bad idea. She might not have been slurring anymore, but her vision was still shit. She leaned into him, touching along his stomach lightly as he spoke about the couch in the living room. Should this end where it started? She figured it would be a good idea. She smiled and laughed as he took her hands and led them both out of the bathroom, keeping them both from stumbling too much. The alcohol was still out along with the salt and lime wedges. As much as she felt she should have another drink, she refrained. She didn't want to get sick again.

"Couch is good for me."

She murmured with a smirk, stepping up to him when they neared the couch, she gently pushed him onto it, careful so he didn't hurt himself or trip. She giggled as her vision swam a bit and she almost tripped into his lap. Finally though, she settled into his lap, not touching him completely, but enough to make them both aware of their heightened states. She wrapped her arms about his shoulders and looked at him, stroking his hair gently. She didn't know what to say in this situation, so she said nothing and just leaned in to kiss him.
 
As Mason was pushed onto the couch, he laughed, putting out his arms to catch Ashlin as she dropped into his lap. When she put her arms around his neck, stroking his hair, and leaned in to kiss him, he met her lips with his own, letting their tongues form their erotic dance once more. He then began to lean her back, pulling his lips from hers as he started to kiss down her neck, over her collarbone, and finally found his mouth between her breasts before he moved to one side. Slowly his lips trailed up one of her ample mounds until they found the nipple, surrounding the fleshy pink bud and letting his tongue dance around it sensually.

As his arms held onto her waist, he continued to tease her with his lips and tongue, his teeth just grazing her to add to the sensations. He then moved to the other side once he felt the first had been paid proper attention, repeating the process. Over the course of several minutes, he would move from one breast to the other, one of his hands sliding up to massage the one that didn't currently have the attention of his lips while his other arm remained around her waist, his eyes traveling up to catch a glimpse of her face briefly.
 
She sighed against his lips, loving the soft feel of them against her own before their tongues met and twined, teasing and sensual in their dance. Then she felt his lips leave her and he tilted her back, careful not to push too far as his lips trailed her skin and made her shut her eyes in surrender. His lips were just as soft on her skin, making her shiver in want. She bit her lip the lower he went, holding her breath as he came down to her breasts and right near her hardened nipples. She took a breath before she moaned softly, arching into the feel of his tongue laving her sensitive bud. She gasped at the addition of his teeth, gripping his hair a little bit harder at the torture.

Ashlin focused her attention on him, knowing that the room would spin if she didn't. Swallowing down a moan, she arched more into him as he started to switch from one nipple to the next, making it hard to keep her quiet moans to herself. Her skin felt hot and his touch was cooling while inflaming her more. It was an odd sort of tango between torture and pleasure as they intertwined. His hand on her breast that teased the nipple opposite his mouth's attentions did almost as good as his tongue did. She shivered in his lap, panting for breath.

"Mason...more."

She said with an edge of desperation, knowing that he was taking his time on purpose.
 
She was right. He had been taking his time on purpose, making her anticipation grow with every passing second. He had never been one to rush when it came to such things, but instead liked to savor the foreplay that built up to what they ultimately sought. She wouldn't be left without her pleasures along the way, however. He had plenty of ways to make her writhe in ecstasy until they took that final plunge, but he was going to have her practically begging for it by that time.

Mason lifted her and moved to lay her out on the large, roomy sectional sofa as he finally managed to pry his lips away from her impressive peaks, kissing his way slowly down her abdomen as he worked toward his next goal. Grabbing one of her legs, and then the other, he hoisted them over his shoulders and used them to lift her hips up just a bit before he rested his elbows on the seat and slid his hands beneath her shapely rear to support her.

His mouth finally found its destination, his hands elevating her hips enough that he could easily part her womanhood with his tongue, probing into her briefly before drawing closer to the surface and gliding up to her swollen clitoris. It was here that he lapped eagerly at her with the tip of his tongue, rapidly flicking it against the sensitive bud as his eyes remained on her to judge her reactions, unable to stop a lewd smile from forming on his lips when he would take a break for a brief second before tasting her again.
 
The couch was soft beneath her back and as she watched Mason tower over her, she blushed, feeling his lips against her skin going lower and lower. She felt the desperation rise in her as he edge lower, her legs cushioned by his shoulders, lifting her up. She felt the air against her sensitive bits, his hands on her cheeks. She felt his breath against her sex before his head dipped lower and lower. Her back arched when he finally touched her with his tongue, moaning deeply, her hands pressing into the cushions.

"Ah, Mason~"

She moaned his name as he lapped at her, teasing her clit enough to make her gasp and try not to write against him. It felt so good that she couldn't open her eyes, her back arching from the torturous pleasure slicing through her system. Absurdly, she hoped that Mason didn't see anything wrong with her down there and that he was enjoying it as much as she was. She felt the pleasure in the tips of her fingers and toes as he tasted and teased.
 
Mason watched as Ashlin writhed in delight, moaning his name, which was music to his ears, while his tongue continued to lap at her eagerly. He savored every shiver, every sound, every reaction as she arched her body to accept his attention. From where he was there was absolutely nothing wrong, but all was right for once. Pulling her more firmly against his mouth, he probed his tongue deeper and gave a sensual growl that sent vibrations through her, using his tongue as a conduit.

He didn't relent on her, but only seemed to become more aggressive as the time passed, showing no signs or intentions of stopping what he was doing. He made it clear what he wanted, and demanded it with his tongue, not needing any words to say it. He wanted her to climax, to feel her body quivering uncontrollably as it was rocked with a mind-blowing orgasm, and he wasn't stopping until he got what he wanted.
 
She swore she was gonna leave marks in the couch from how hard she was digging her nails in. He didn't give any time to adjust or recover in any way. He was relentless in his use of her body for her pleasure and his. At some point her hands had delved into his hair to get more leverage into him, needing what he gave and took from her. She moaned his name louder, arching harder into him as his mouth and tongue teased and pleasured her endlessly, that growl riding up her spine and hitting her hard. She groaned in pleasure, gripping his hair harder the longer he laved her with his tongue.

Pleasure strummed through her system, bringing endless moans to her. Her nipples were hard enough to hurt and her body felt like so hot it would melt right into the couch. If she had known how passionate and determined of a lover he would be, she would have been less intrusive on wanting things done at a quicker pace. The harder and longer he worked her sensitive and swollen folds, the more she knew she couldn't be able to hold back from him. Her throat already felt scratchy from what he pulled from it, and he knew damned well she couldn't hide from him like this. She was totally exposed to him and his desires as well as her own. She felt the tension in her body increase the more he tongued her, and knew it wouldn't take much more prodding before she was flung over the edge of pleasure.
 
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