Her hips undulated as she chased her pleasure; one hand tweaking her distended nipples, the other fingering her secret places, and her mind seeking out the image of Mason leaning over her as he thrust into her. She came with a cry that she had no hope of concealing and as she slowly recovered, her heartbeat returned to normal, and the languid feel of being satiated stole over her. She smiled. Oh yes, she definitely hoped Mason had heard her cry out. She wanted him to be as tormented by her ...