Mason takes this opportunity to kiss my knees, my thighs. Every patch of skin those lips greet seems almost to ignite in a new flood of pleasure.
He comes up to my red, cotton panties, and he teases my sensitive skin just outside where I’m covered. I’m arching my back, half of me hoping he takes his time while the other half just wants him to tear off my underwear and put himself inside, the back and forth only adding to my desire.
“You sure you don’t want to—” he starts, looking up at me again.
“We’ll figure it out later,” I tell him. “Just don’t stop what you’re doing.”
There’s no easy way to tell whether this feeling is so mesmerizing because it’s been a while for me or because he’s just that accomplished at foreplay, and right now, I’m all about finding out.
With the index finger of his right hand, he brushes the fabric a little to one side, exposing my meticulously-trimmed center. He doesn’t waste any time.
His tongue sends jolts of liquid electricity through every part of me, and I’m already trying to catch my breath.
This is all happening so fast.
I’m grabbing my breasts, rocking my hips. My body goes on its own, growing ever more receptive to Mason’s magnetic touch.
His mouth settles over my clit and he gently tongues, sucks and teases me while the world moves beneath me.
Mason’s lips brush over my lower lips, and he slides a finger inside before returning his mouth to my sensitive bud.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask through a thick wall of breath.
“Yeah,” he whispers and he gets up, walks over to his dresser and opens the top drawer.
Me, I’m just taking these next few moments to try and catch my breath.
My muscles are gelatin, and I feel like I’m slowly sinking through the bed toward the center of the Earth.
Mason produces a condom from within the dresser drawer and he walks back over to the side of the bed, removing every last bit of clothing in the process.
He’s rigid and throbbing in front of me, and I reach out, wrapping my fingers around him, feeling the warmth of his hardness which, soon enough, will be inside of me.
I glance up at Mason to gauge his reaction and his head is tilted back to where I can’t see his eyes. He’s breathing hard, his skin on fire.
I can’t remember ever feeling this eager, and I take his first few inches into my mouth, slowly working my tongue over the underside of his shaft.
My free hand finds its way between my legs, and I slip it under my panties to the hot wetness underneath.
I hum contentedly as I hungrily suck him. I keep sucking him until I can’t take it anymore and I pull back. Lying back down, I pull my panties down below my knees, which I bend, letting go of the fabric and allowing it to fall off of me.
“Now,” I tell him.
His mouth is open and he’s smiling through heavy breath.
Mason takes the condom out of the wrapper and puts it on his sizeable member. I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him move between my legs.
I can hardly bear the anticipation as he leans forward, putting his hands on the bed, one to each side of my shoulders, and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close for a kiss.
The instant I feel him against my opening, I can feel my body give a quiver and then he’s inside me.
He’s moving slowly at first, though with as dripping wet as I am, he probably doesn’t have to, and I’m trying to remember any time I’ve been this aroused. I’m not successful.
My legs are open, but relaxed, and Mason slowly works himself all the way in before hooking my knees with his arms and guiding them up and out until my knees are almost at my shoulders, allowing him to go even deeper than before.
Our eyes are open and fixed on each other, his weight adding powerful presence to the sensuality in every slippery motion.
He goes to stand, and at first, I let my arms slack a little to let him move, but he just smiles and puts them back around his neck, saying, “Hold on.”
With that, he goes to stand again, this time pulling me upright. He lifts me, one arm under each knee, hands clasped behind my back, until he’s fully upright and I’m suspended in his arms.
He’s so powerful, but his kisses are tender, sweet.
My arms hang almost limply around his neck and he’s entering me so deep now, and my legs begin to twitch; infrequently at first and then in a constant, jagged rhythm as I give my body over to him completely.
My sensitive nub is in near-constant contact with Mason’s warm skin and I let my head fall back, just drinking it all in.
He turns and sits on the bed, letting his arms lax so I can move my legs and ride him.
My hands are on his sternum, and I’m rocking my hips greedily, bringing back the initial rise.
I pitch forward, my hair falling around my face, and I look down at Mason, whose gentle hands cup my heaving breasts.
I come down on him hard and swivel my hips, feeling his erection greet every part of the inside of me.
My eyes move over Mason’s firm, cut upper body, the fading impression of scars that will never quite form, and I rise slowly up his shaft and work ever closer to that blind explosion calling to me from the horizon.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, running his fingers through my hair, and I smile a little at the innocent tone of his voice.
I don’t respond with words, but my body reacts, gleaning that last torn piece of stimulation that sets me over the edge.
My body is pressed against Mason’s warm front now, and his arms are around me as we meet and part, faster and faster, until the surface tension breaks and I can no longer catch my breath.
Every heartbeat is hot, charged passion, and I can feel the sweat beading on my forehead as I kiss Mason deeply.
He gives a pleasured moan and kisses me back, holding me close as I work to catch my breath, and I can tell that he’s almost there.
He’s pulling me tighter against his body now, and I’m kissing his mouth, his chin, his neck.
His mouth opens with a sharp inhale, and I’m putting every last bit of energy I’ve got into bringing him the rest of the way, the way he did for me.
Mason’s hands tense and I can feel him inside me and against me, his muscles contracting as he comes.
We lie here without word or motion for a minute until I slowly come off of him, lying down next to him and he puts his arms around me, holding me close. We fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Chapter Seven
Confidence
Mason
I wake to the sound of the neighbor’s leaf blower at about eight o’clock.
It’s been a few days since Ash and I took our relationship physical, and it’s been hard to keep my hands off of her since. Waking up without her next to me already feels like the kind of thing I want to avoid.
She went home last night, though.
Apparently, Starbright was cleansing the house of evil spirits and accidentally set the carpet on fire. I asked Ash if she wanted me to go with her, but she felt she was better off with fewer witnesses.
I’m almost certain she was joking.
I get out of bed and throw on some clothes before steeling myself for what’s about to happen.
Finding Chris passed out in the front yard helped Ash get past her distrust, but I’m getting sick of his crap.