Chapter 67
MASON
She's sensitive now, her body still trembling from the first orgasm, but I'm gentle this time. Soft, teasing kisses that make her whimper. I explore every inch of her with my tongue—learning what makes her gasp, what makes her moan, what makes her hips roll up to meet my mouth.
“You taste so fucking good,” I tell her between licks. “I could do this all night.”
Her head thrashes on the pillow, her blond hair wild. “Mason—I can't—it's too much—”
“Yes, you can.” I slide a finger inside her, moving it in and out slowly. I lift my head, watching, replacing my tongue with my thumb. When I feel her relax, I add another finger, pushing into her tightness, curling them to find that spot that makes her see stars.
Her moan is guttural. She raises her arms over her head, her back arched.
I hum, so turned on I can’t see straight. “Give me another one, pretty girl. I want to feel you come on my tongue.”
With my free hand, I reach up to tweak her hard nipple as I suck her clit harder this time, my fingers pumping in and out of her in a steady rhythm. She's so wet I can hear it, and the sound makes my dick throb painfully in my jeans.
She arches up suddenly, screaming as she comes again, harder this time, her entire body shaking with the force of it.
I lap up everything she gives me, groaning against her as she pulses around my fingers.
Fuck, I could get addicted to this—to the taste of her, the sounds she makes, the way she completely surrenders to the pleasure.
When she finally goes limp, I kiss my way back up her body. Her eyes are glazed, her lips parted, her chest heaving.
“Two,” I murmur against her mouth, letting her taste herself on my lips.
She shakes her head. “I don't think I can—”
“You can.” I slide my hand between her thighs again, and she's so wet my fingers glide easily inside her. “Want me to show you?”
I start with two fingers, pumping slowly while I watch her face. She's still sensitive, still trembling, but her body responds immediately—her hips rolling up to meet my hand.
“That's it,” I tell her. “Take what you need.”
I add a third finger, stretching her carefully, and she gasps. “Too much?” I ask.
“No.” She moves with the rhythm of my hand. “It's—I need—”
“This.” I curl my fingers inside her. Her walls clench around me. She’s going to grip my dick so good when I finally get inside her. I pump my fingers faster, my thumb finding her clit, and she's climbing again. I can see it in the way her body tenses, in the way her breathing becomes ragged.
“Yeah.” I kiss her, my eyes open because I don’t want to miss a second of her pleasure. “Come for me and I’ll give you more. I’ll give you all of me.”
She shatters for the third time, her body clamping down on my fingers as she screams my name. I work her through it, drawing out every last tremor, until she's boneless and panting beneath me.
“Three,” I murmur, kissing her deeply. “Now you're ready.”
I strip off my jeans and boxer briefs, and her eyes go wide when she sees how hard I am. My dick is thick and heavy, already leaking at the tip. I run a hand over it, getting a grip of it as I position myself between her legs. “Tell me to stop, and I stop. No questions.”
She laughs a little wildly. “Mason, if you stop, I’ll kill you.”
For the first time in my life, I smile during sex. Kissing her again, I guide myself to her entrance and rub the head of my dick through her wetness. Then I push in slowly—just the tip—and her eyes go wide.
She’s hot and tight and clamping down on me, and it takes everything not to sink into her. “Okay?” I ask, my voice strained.
She rolls her hips against me, her hands clutching my hips. “Don't stop.”
I push deeper, inch by inch, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
Her mouth falls open in a silent gasp, her fingers digging into me.
The sensation of being inside her—the heat, the tightness, the absolute rightness of it—is too much.
I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing it completely.
When I’m finally buried to the hilt, I lower my forehead to hers, holding still so she can adjust to me. “You feel incredible.”
She wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer. “Move. Please.”
I start slow, controlled, even though every instinct is screaming at me to take her hard and fast. Each thrust is deliberate, measured, designed to make her feel every inch of me.
“You're so tight.” I kiss her, swallowing her cries and whimpers. “So fucking perfect. Like you were made for me.”
She meets my thrusts, her hips rolling up to match my rhythm. Her nails dig into my back, and I love it. I want her marks on me. I want everyone to know she's claimed me just as thoroughly as I'm claiming her.
“Mason,” she gasps, and hearing my name on her lips like that—desperate, wanting—sends a jolt of pure possession through me.
I shift my angle slightly, and she cries out, her body tensing beneath me. I drive into that spot with purpose, watching as her eyes flutter closed and her mouth falls open.
“That's it,” I murmur, my lips against her neck. “Take what you need. I've got you.”
She's close—I can feel it in the way her muscles are tightening around me, in the way her breathing is so ragged. I reach between us and find her clit, stroking it in time with my thrusts.
“Come for me, Lily. Let me feel you come on my dick.” I pinch her clit, tugging on it a little.
She shatters. Her entire body goes rigid, and she screams my name as waves of pleasure roll through her. The sensation of her coming around me—her pussy clenching and pulsing—is almost my undoing. I bury my face in her neck, breathing hard, fighting for control.
“That's my girl.” Kissing her neck, I continue moving, drawing out her orgasm, chasing my own release.
When it hits, it's like nothing I've ever experienced—a full-body explosion of pleasure and possession and something deeper. Something that feels like coming home.
I collapse against her, careful to keep most of my weight on my elbows, and she wraps her arms around me, holding me close. We're both breathing hard, both trembling slightly in the aftermath.
For a long moment, neither of us speaks. I'm still inside her, and I'm not ready to move, not ready to break this connection.
“Mason,” she says softly, and I hear the wonder in her voice.
I lift my head to look at her, and she's watching me with such tenderness, such openness, that it nearly breaks me all over again.
I brush a strand of hair away from her face. “You okay?”
“More than okay.” She smiles, and it’s like the sun came out after weeks of rain. “I feel like I'm finally myself.”
I kiss her forehead, her nose, her lips. “You were always yourself, Lily. I’m just grateful you shared yourself with me.”
She pulls me closer, but I shift to the side and pull out of her.
I’m still kind of hard, but it’s her first time and I don’t want her to be too sore.
Her head rests on my chest, her hand splayed over my heart.
I can feel it racing beneath her palm. I pull up the comforter around us and hold her until she falls asleep snuggled against me.