We both removed our shirts and tossed them to the floor. Mason leaned over me, pushing me to lie back, and covered my body with his. He slipped his legs between mine and slid his hands up my forearms, intertwining his fingers through mine, and pinning my hands to the bed.
He kissed me deeply, flicking his tongue against mine. He nibbled at my lower lip, sending shivers through my body as his hard cock pressed against my core. My legs ached to wrap around him, but before I could, he pulled back, dragging his lips down my neck in a hot pattern of open-mouthed kisses that sent goosebumps over my skin.
He reached my waistband and tucked his fingers into it, pulling my jeans over my hips and ass, then down over my legs until they were completely free.
A jolt of nerves ran through me, making my entire body tense. It’d been so long since he’d seen me like this, but he smiled like he knew and dropped his own jeans.
Any doubts I had about this moment shot out of the window the second I saw the outline of his cock fighting to break free from his boxers.
He ran his hands up my legs from my ankles to the very tops of my thighs. His thumbs brushed along the hem of my thong, precariously close to my clitoris. I shivered at the faint touch, and he was smiling as he kissed me.
It didn’t last long.
His kiss quickly became hungrier, deeper, needier. I responded in kind, and so did my body. Heat swept through me as my desire for Mason took hold, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. My fingers slipped through his hair and ran over his broad shoulders, and I savored every second we touched.
But it was too much. It’d been too long since this had happened with him.
At this moment, with Mason all but naked on top of me, kissing me like his life depended on it, six years felt like an entire lifetime.
I reached down his taut body and grabbed the waistband of his boxers, making it clear what I wanted.
I wanted him naked.
And I wanted him naked now.
“Take your damn clothes off,” I muttered against his lips.
“For someone who didn’t like me ten minutes ago, you’re awfully bossy right now.”
“Yeah, well, I like you right now, so shut up and do it.”
He laughed, pulling away from me. Scooting down the bed, he got to his feet and pulled down his underwear. He kicked them to the side and stalked around the bed to the nightstand where he pulled out a box of condoms.
I watched as he extracted one from the box and ripped the foil open, removing the condom from its packaging. He rolled it over his cock as he walked around the edge of the bed, and he kept his eyes on me the whole time.
I felt dangerously exposed, but all the intimacy of the eye contact did was turn me on even more. I squirmed under his gaze. He leaned forward and kissed me, then withdrew his lips as quickly as he’d planted them on me so he could pull off my thong.
He tossed them aside and looked down. Instinctively, I moved to close my legs, but he grabbed my knees and parted them before I could clamp them shut.
Mason’s hands moved up the inside of my thighs with ease, toward my exposed wetness. Unbothered by the shiver that wracked my body, he touched his thumb in the area of my clit and slowly explored until he found it. My gasp gave the game away, and he used my reaction to his advantage.
Slowly—torturously, almost—he circled my clit, rubbing it as I squirmed beneath his touch. I clawed at the sheets as he angled his hand and rubbed a finger along my pussy. He slipped it inside me, moving it in synchronicity with his thumb on my clit.
It was an explosion of sensations inside me. My skin was covered with goosebumps, and a thin sheen of sweat coated my chest and stomach. Mason pumped his fingers inside me expertly, curling them in just the right spot, almost pleading for me to orgasm all over them.
I almost did.
But he slowly pulled them out, making sure to give my clit one last, long rub.
Then one by one, he put his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean.
I had no chance to respond to how fucking hot that was because his mouth was on mine by the time my brain had formed words.
There was nothing nice or friendly about this kiss. It was pure desire, and I succumbed to it and him entirely. My body melded around his like it was made to be there, and he easily guided himself inside me.
It was all hunger, all desperation and neediness. Mason slid his hands up my arms and, once again intertwining our fingers, he pinned my hands to the bed.
I arched my back as he moved inside me, bringing me dangerously close to the edge of an orgasm. I was stuck in place, almost entirely at his mercy. He buried his face in my neck, kissing and nipping at my skin between heavy breaths.
Everything built at once. The heat, the adrenaline, the endless waves of uncontrollable pleasure that touched every inch of my body without apology.
I was consumed by him. By this feeling. Every gasp and every shiver and every moan that escaped my parted lips was a freaking prayer and plea.
A prayer that this wouldn’t be the last time I’d feel this way, a plea that he wouldn’t stop right now until I was ready.
He didn’t. He raised his head, pushing my hands further into the bed, driving his cock deeper inside me.
And I came undone.
It hit me like a firework, an insane explosion of endorphins that did more than consume me. It enveloped me, enthralling me with its intensity, leaving me capable of nothing but moans and muscle clenches and heavy breaths and incoherent gasps of his name.
His hit him, too. Maybe hard, maybe not, I just didn’t know. I was so wrapped up in the fog of my own release that, for a moment, I was sure I’d forgotten my own name.
Isabel?
Iris?
Who knew?
Not me.
Mason released my hands, uncurling his fingers from mine, and slumped down. He held most of his weight off to the side, and for that, I was grateful. I really didn’t feel like having to control my own lungs and not suffocate from his body weight.
“That was fun,” I breathed after a moment.
He turned his head, burying his face in my neck, and laughed. “I agree.”
I blew out a long breath. “Okay, Jesus, get off me, I can’t breathe.”
Another laugh escaped him. He slowly pushed up onto his hands and shifted back, pulling out of me. I moved up the bed and propped myself up onto my elbow, thankful for him grabbing a towel from the bathroom next door and throwing it on top of me.
I stuck it between my legs with the dignity of a skinned cat and hobbled into the bathroom after him. He laughed when he saw me, but I flipped him the bird and wiped myself clean, then sat on the toilet.
Mason stopped and stared at me.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
“Are you going to pee in front of me?”
“I am if you don’t get out of the bathroom.”
“It’s my bathroom.”
“And I have to pee,” I replied. “Unless you want to pay for the antibiotics for the inevitable UTI I’m going to get.”
He stopped, his hand around his half-limp dick. “I admit that I forgot how annoyingly pragmatic you are after sex.”
I shrugged. “A post-sex pee is absolutely necessary, thank you very much. If you don’t like it, you know where the door is.”
“Yes, it’s my bathroom.”
“And this isn’t the first time in my life I’ve ever peed in front of you,” I reminded him dryly. “Granted, I was drunk that time, but—oh, my God, can you stop watching me? I can’t pee under pressure.”