His huge hands pull me closer to him, one on my back, the other cradling my neck as he lifts me up closer to him, pressing me into him.
His huge body fusing with mine, pulling me into every ridge and ripple of his thick, muscular frame as it flexes.
He holds me as if I weigh nothing, and I’m not sure if I actually am floating or if it just feels like it or both.
I’ve never kissed anyone, never been kissed by anyone. And the charge I get from Mason, the thrill inside me is incredible, so much more than just two people pressing their mouths together.
His lips on mine, I appreciate, but my body is instantly screaming for more.
Much more than just a kiss.
Like Mason’s, my own hands have started exploring without me even thinking about it.
I can feel his whole body flexing as he moves, the softness of his silky suit making him feel even better, but I crave his naked flesh on mine.
Before he’s even has a chance to take air in, I grow bolder. My tongue finding its way past his lips as we both start to realize just how much our bodies have been magnetized towards one another since we first met earlier today.
It’s undeniable now. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to, and I don’t.
I can hear a kind of soft whimpering, with a deeper sound underneath and it takes a moment to realize it’s my own body making those sounds, with Mason groaning his own deep satisfaction. At having me in his strong arms at last?
I still can’t believe it, but need to start believing this if I want to really start enjoying myself for once in my life.
“I should have done that the minute I laid eyes on you,” Mason says when we finally pull apart long enough to take in some air.
Staring into his eyes, so close now, I can only nod and make that little whimpering sound again.
Something inside me feels like it’s working its way loose and pressing my hips harder into the bulge at the front of Mason’s pants. And I think I know another place that needs something more than just kissing.
I surprise myself, but only please Mason more when one of my hands finds his thickness at the front of his pants and starts to trace along it with my palm, pressing harder on him with each stroke.
He groans low, and his hand finds my chest, plying one of my thick nipples between his thumb and forefinger through the fabric, sending a lightning bolt of arousal straight to my clit, which feels like it’ll explode if he doesn’t do something about this feeling building up inside me.
With our mouths locked again, I feel myself moving backward as he bends down, guiding me back to the heavy leather couch. I feel the confines of my dress disappearing as he unzips me.
He waits a moment, but I only make another eager sound, fumbling for his zipper in return.
I want this, I have no idea what I’m doing, but I want this more than anything.
“Mason!” I gasp, feeling my whole body start to shiver. His massive, warm hands are everywhere I need them, but it’s only making something else inside feel like it’s about to burst.
Opening my legs wide, I feel like a wild animal, free from her cage for the first time.
Mason’s growl of satisfaction, then his teeth gently biting into my neck send my whole body into overdrive.
I whimper his name again, pleading with him to take command of whatever the hell it is that’s happening to me.
In seconds, I feel my nakedness against his bare chest. He’s opened his shirt and taken my dress off, unhooked my bra, and yanked my panties down.
He’s kneeling between my legs, and I’m writhing on the leather couch, feeling the slickness between my legs coat my thighs.
If he’s the cause of the fever I’ve had all day, he’s also definitely the cure too. I just know it.
But he stops, and I hear myself moan with anticipation, reaching for his hands and pressing them to my body again.
He watches me, his eyes blazing with the same arousal I can see straining at the front of his pants. His hands rest against my thighs and he peels them open just another tiny fraction.
And that’s when I know I won’t be able to hold it.
I call out his name again, feeling my whole pussy starting to twitch and quiver, I lose focus, feeling my eyes rolling back as my whole body starts to stiffen.
A pleasing warmth coming over me, but there’s still an itch deep inside that needs scratching.
“Oh no you don’t,” he snarls, gripping my thighs harder as I feel the warmth of his body moving down over me.
“You’ll come when I tell you too, and only in my mouth or on my cock. Understand?” he says firmly.
I feel my head pumping hard like it’s about to roll off my neck. And whimper again, begging him to do something.
Begging him to suck me.
It sounds like someone else, a voice from far away. I’ve never spoken like this in my life, never been spoken too like this either, and damn if it isn’t the hottest thing to match the feeling he’s giving me.
Without wasting a second, he’s pressed his greedy mouth right over my heat, groaning with pleasure as I let out my own low animal sound. I start to press harder up against his strong jaw, bringing my thighs closer together, bucking and thrusting as I feel his mouth work the same magic down there as it did on my lips.
The vibration of his growls and grunts on my clit travel right up inside me. Instead of making me burst straight away like I thought it would, Mason’s mouth on me actually feels like he has tamed my pending climax.
Like he really can say when I’m gonna come
