Chapter 54
MASON
Lily’s still trembling in my arms, collapsed against my chest, when she says, “Can I touch you?”
Every muscle in my body goes tight. I want to tell her she doesn’t need to, that we can wait until she’s sure, that I don’t need it. But—fuck—I need it bad. “Pretty girl, you can do whatever you want with me.”
Her hands move to my belt, fumbling a little. I don't help her. I drape my arms along to top of the couch and let her figure it out, let her take her time. I like the waiting, the watching.
When she finally gets my jeans open and pulls me free, the relief is almost painful. I hiss as her hand wraps around me. Tentative and exploring, her touch is curious and light. She strokes once, twice, learning the shape of me.
“Fuck.” The word escapes before I can stop it. I grip the couch cushions to keep from grabbing hold of her, not wanting to frighten her with my need. I’m a little scared by how bad I need her.
She looks up at me, her eyes uncertain, her hands stilling.
“Don't stop.” My voice is strained. “You're doing so good.”
She strokes again, more confident this time. I watch how she works me, see how she makes my dick weep, before I wrap my hand around hers to guide her. “Like this.”
I show her the pressure I need, the speed. Her hand tightens under mine, following my lead.
“That's it.” My head falls back. “Just like that.”
She's a fast learner. Within seconds, she's matching my rhythm perfectly, her grip firm and sure.
“Feel what you do to me.” My voice is rough, barely controlled. “Feel how hard you make me.”
Her breathing quickens. I can see the flush spreading across her chest, the way her pupils dilate.
“You're mine, Lily.” The words come out possessive, primal. “Say it.”
She nods. “I'm yours.”
“Again.”
She gasps, like she’s turning herself on by touching me. “I'm yours, Mason.”
My hips jerk forward involuntarily. I'm close—too close. The pressure is building, coiling tight at the base of my spine.
“Don't stop.” My hand tightens over hers, increasing the pace. “Don't fucking stop.”
She doesn't. She keeps stroking, her eyes locked on mine.
My control snaps.
A rough sound tears out of me as I thrust into her hand while pleasure crashes through me fast and violent. My forehead drops to hers, my grip almost bruising on her waist as I ride it out, every nerve in my body lit the fuck up by her. “Christ, Lily.”
She watches me through wide hazel eyes, lips swollen from my kisses, her hand still wrapped around me like she doesn’t want to let go. That sight alone nearly finishes me all over again.
I drag in a ragged breath and press my forehead harder against hers. “You keep looking at me like that and I’m not stopping at my hand next time.”
A shiver rolls through her.
Mine. The thought hits deep, settling squarely in my chest. I cup the back of her neck, my thumb brushing over her pulse. “You understand me, pretty girl?”
Her breathing catches. “Yes.”
“Good.” I kiss her slow this time, deliberate, tasting every soft little sound she makes. “Because I’m done pretending I don’t belong to you too.”