This time, Mason slipped inside me as if he belonged there and I was his docking station. Not for a second did I fear he would drop me. His strength was one of the things I loved about him.
Taking his time to devour me, he whispered in my ear, “Every one of your sexy moans belongs to me.”
“Ouiiii.”
“This is our new life, beautiful. We’re together now.”
“Mhmm,” I breathed.
“No more sleeping in different beds. From now on you’re mine.”
“And you’re…” The word was on my tongue, but it was so forbidden that I stopped myself from saying it aloud.
“Say it. What am I, Belle?”
“You’re… mmm…” Flashes of teachers preaching about the wrongness of relationships whirled through my mind. Committing to one person wasn’t done where I was from. It was amoral, selfish, and could jeopardize people’s safety.
“I want to hear you say it, sweetheart. Say I’m yours.” Mason pressed his body into mine and held my gaze. “You can do it.”
“You’re… you’re mine.” Those two words felt unnatural but profound.
With a sexy growl, Mason kept pushing in and out of me while kissing my neck and jawline. “That’s right. I’m all yours and I can’t fucking wait for us to be a family. You, me, and the little one.”
Except for my breasts feeling sore, my body didn’t show any sign of the pregnancy yet. Hearing Mason talk about it made me emotional and I dug my fingers into his shoulders, clinging on to him.
My kisses were greedy, as if I could physically suck up confidence from my large warrior.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy.” He growled and increased his pace. “It makes me crazy to feel your desire.”
My eyes rolled back as I leaned my head against the wall behind me and moaned out loud. The exquisite feeling of being filled made me want to never leave this shower. All through last night, Mason had assured me of his desire and admiration. In between our bouts of lovemaking we had shared secrets and talked about values and dreams. He had asked me a million questions and wanted to learn everything about my past and my time growing up in Old Europe.
I’d seen him vulnerable when he talked about his fear of my not loving him. And at one point his eyes even turned glassy as he shared memories of Aubri and him growing up.
“I will never get enough of you, Belle.”
My nails bored into his skin conveying the intensity of my emotions as I breathed a single word in response, “Same.”
“What do you want?”
My eyes were still closed when I registered his question.
“What do you want?” Mason repeated while moving in and out of me.
“Hmm?”
“Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
A slow grin spread on my face. “Any way you feel like?”
“Yeah?” Mason set me down and cupped my face. “You mean that?”
My gaze was steady as my hands roamed over his strong chest.
“I’ve always been curious…” he trailed off. “I mean it’s probably weird, but…”
“We French aren’t prodes. You can tell me anything.”
Mason angled his head. “What do you mean prodes?”
“We are open-minded when it comes to sex.”
“Ahh, you mean you’re not prudes.”
I nodded and slid my hand down to play with his beautiful erection. “What is it that has you curious?”
Giving a command to the shower, Mason changed the setting from washing to light steam. “It’s just that I’ve fantasized about enjoying your body in every way possible.” Leaning in, Mason pushed my wet hair back and licked my neck. “I want to feel your tongue play with my crown and see how far down you can take my cock with your mouth. I want to explore what it feels like to slide my cock between your tits, your feet, and under your armpit.”
Rising up on my toes, I sucked on his lower lip and released it with a pop. “You fantasized about that?”
“Mhmm, and you know what else I fantasized about?” Mason’s strong hands slid down my body and in a swift movement, he turned me around and pulled my butt against his crotch. “Taking you in every hole possible.”
As he spoke, his thumb slid to my back entrance and pressed inside.
“You want to have anal sex?” My question was redundant because he was already warming me up.
Mason bit down on my shoulder and growled low. “Hell yeah, I do.”
“Now?”
“If you’ll let me.”
“I’ve never…” The thought of anal sex didn’t bother me, but I was afraid that it would hurt too much with his size.
“Just relax, sweetheart. I won’t hurt you.”
“How about we warm up to the anal and start with my armpit?”
Mason chuckled and turned me around to kiss me. “The armpit thing was just a reference to my wanting to make love to every part of your body. Anal is definitely higher on my list than your armpit.”
“I’m not saying no but give me a bit more time.”
“Don’t you trust me?”
“I do, but I don’t like pain.”
“Hmm… I’ll have to teach you that pain and pleasure are closely connected.”
“Maybe, but I prefer to start with pleasure.” While talking, I squatted down slowly, licking his body as I went. Mason forgot to breathe when I reached his crotch and took time to familiarize myself with the taste of him.
“Fuuuck!” He groaned on a heavy exhale.
I loved his reaction to every stroke of my tongue. Half the time he was staring at me with his cock in my mouth as if he couldn’t believe it was real. The other half of the time, he weaved his hands into my hair and closed his eyes as if the sensations overwhelmed him.
I loved the power I felt as I pushed him to moan deeper and breathe harder – all his short comments about how good it felt and the way his hips couldn’t stay still.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned a few seconds before a warm, salty fluid touched my tongue. “Don’t swallow.”
Mason’s breathing was heavy as he stopped rocking his hips and opened his eyes.
Cupping my face with one hand, he ordered, “Stick out your tongue.”
With the warm fluid still in my mouth, I opened my mouth and showed him my tongue.
His words were slow and sensual. “Dancing demons… that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Little Belle with my cum on her tongue. It’s like my dirty fantasies have come to life.”
I wanted to smile but balancing the cum and keeping eye contact with him was enough of a challenge.
“Let me see you swallow.”
Mason’s eyes grew to double size when I closed my mouth only to open it and stick out a clean tongue.
Sinking to his knees in front of me, Mason cupped my face with both his hands. “You are the sexiest woman in the world, do you know that?”
“You haven’t met every woman in the world,” I teased.
“Nor do I want to. All I ever want is you, Belle. You’re the perfect woman for me. Sweet and naughty all wrapped up in one.”
“Mason.”