He lowered himself over me, and his body heat radiated through me. “I’ll give you a stern lecture about body image later. Right now, I’ve got someplace to be.”
I let out a breathy laugh and pulled him in for a hard kiss.
He smiled into the kiss and gripped his cock, pushing it against me. “I can’t believe how fucking wet you are.” He was intent on driving me insane. He rubbed the head of his cock through the wetness and applied pressure to my clit with each pass. “You make…” He finally started pressing inside me. “…my mouth…” Oh God. All in. It burned at first. “…fucking water. Fuck. Fuck.”
I buried my face against his neck and breathed shallowly through the sting. Probably a bad time to tell him it’d been a while for me. A long while. Christ, I hadn’t anticipated feeling like a damn virgin.
“Holy hell,” I panted.
He gritted his teeth. “This is where you tell me you’ve never felt so stretched and full before to stroke my ego.”
“All that,” I gasped. “Oh my God.”
He exhaled as he withdrew his cock, then pushed forward again and set a firm pace with long, deep thrusts that would take me a minute to get used to. I whimpered, which I suspected he enjoyed. Even I was beginning to suspect I enjoyed the burn, because I couldn’t stop myself from meeting his movements, and my arousal betrayed any pain I felt. I could fucking hear how wet I was.
“Take me,” I heard myself say in a pleading tone.
What was wrong with me? My mind hadn’t caught up with my body, and my body was evidently a fucking slut.
Mason wrapped his fingers loosely around my throat and rammed into me, stealing my breath and my ability to think.
“Those are some magic words,” he murmured darkly against my lips. “I want you to rub your clit for me. Get your fingers nice and wet and then put them in my mouth.”
I flushed, wondering if my whole face just turned red, but did as he’d asked. Or told. Definitely told. He was a force to be reckoned with. His rich voice made me want to fall in line and earn praise.
I moaned as I circled my clit, and everything suddenly felt so goddamn perfect. His thick cock moved in and out of me, eliciting wet sounds and groans from us both, and I sort of lost track of time and space. Everything turned into a chase for more pleasure. For harder, for deeper, for faster.
He hummed around my fingers and sucked my wetness from them.
Then he changed the angle slightly and began fucking me into the cushions, and I clung to him. I dug my heels into his ass, I clawed at his back, and I pressed openmouthed kisses to his neck and jaw.
When I thought it couldn’t get any better, he slipped a hand between us and rubbed my clit. In a second, everything intensified within me, and I arched into him and cried out.
“So fucking beautiful.” He rested his forehead to mine and told me to look at him, and my body obeyed before I’d even processed the words. Just as well. The second we locked eyes, there was no other place I wanted to look. His eyes drew me in unlike anything else. They’d always held a generous dose of severity, even when he laughed and was perfectly at ease.
Combined with the pleasure rapidly building up, I knew I wouldn’t last more than a few seconds.
“Mason…” A new, foreign emotion surged forward, and I cupped his scruffy cheek. It just felt so damn right. He felt so damn right.
As he turned into my touch and kissed my palm, the climax overtook me without warning. I managed to suck in a breath and squeeze my eyes shut, and then I was soaring. I tensed up and clenched down. In a fraction of a second, everything slowed down. I felt his cock sliding into me, I heard the sharp intake of air he took, I sensed his own orgasm approaching, and I squirmed with the bolts of euphoria traveling through me.
Mason rocked into me a couple more times before he let go with a low groan against my neck.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I recalled telling Sharon that I’d prefer to meet someone who would return to his place at the end of the night, and now I could only call myself an idiot. Mason was the difference. He changed everything. He required another set of rules, and I didn’t know those. All I was certain of was that he couldn’t leave yet.
We weren’t done.
A bathroom break later, I had stolen his T-shirt and brought the half-melted ice cream to the kitchen. I was supposed to throw it out. But instead, I ended up sitting on the kitchen island, swinging my legs and inhaling the vanilla ice cream straight out of the container.
Mason stood in front of me, leaning back against the sink, and watched me in amusement.
“Want some?” I held up a spoonful, and just as he shook his head, I spilled some on my thigh. “Shit.”
“On second thought.” He leaned down and planted a wet kiss on my thigh, his tongue tickling my skin.
I laughed and reached for the napkins behind me.
“Delicious.” He did a thorough job of cleaning me up before he straightened. “You look good in my clothes.”
“You look good in nothing.” Sadly, I’d watched him put on his jeans earlier. But his boxer briefs were still on my living room floor.
Mason grinned and leaned back again, the heels of his palms landing on the edge of the counter. “You’re fucking adorable, you know that?”
I smiled around my spoon. “I’m happy.”
He returned the smile. “Good. Me too.”
Even better. But…now what? Did I just ask him to spend the night, or was it assumed that he would? I didn’t know
