Chapter 22 #2
“Oh my god!” My body flushes hot and my body shakes as a tremor racks through me. It’s been so long since he’s touched me like this. I start to ride his hand, applying mine on top of his and adding more pressure. “I’m… clo—”
“Already?”
My eyes roll. “Mase—”
The sound that leaves me as my orgasm rips through me is feral, unlike anything I’ve ever heard before, and I can feel Mason’s smile against my cheek as he lets me come undone in his arms. “Fuck. How long has it been?!”
My head drops back to his shoulder, my body still shaking. “Too long.” I pant.
Lifting my chin with one hand, he kisses me slowly, easing his fingers through my folds and spreading my orgasm all over me. My body quivers and ripples under his touch. He rolls his hips into me, rubbing himself deeper, harder, until the friction alone isn’t enough.
“Turn around.”
I spin and his mouth hungrily drops to my lips. “Mase,” I beg, needing so much more.
“Patience,” he rasps, his hand held in my hair as he manipulates my neck to gain better access to my throat.
He lifts me back onto the piano, removing my thong and sliding my legs over his shoulders. “Mason, no! Please!”
The heat of his mouth makes me lose all my fight. I drop back to the piano on my elbows and watch as he looks up at me from between my thighs. His tongue lashes against my sensitive folds, tracing every inch of me as if it’s the only chance he’ll get.
“I never forgot how good you taste.”
He swirls his tongue around and over my clit.
“Sometimes.” He draws it between his teeth, making my hips buck against him. “Sometimes I’d swear I could taste you. I’d wake up from a dream and would still be able to feel you on my lips.”
My hands go to his hair as I ride wave after wave of pleasure that floods through me, rubbing myself over his mouth and chin as I near the edge of insanity.
He continues to suck my sensitive flesh long after I come down from my high. I’m limp when he finally lets me up, my body sated and probably not ready for what’s to come.
“What did you do,” I say, gingerly lowering myself to the floor.
His mouth glistens in the moonlit room and in that moment, he looks like a wild beast that’s just feasted on his prey.
Licking at his lips, he starts on his belt buckle. “On the bed.”
I. Am. Not. Fucking. Ready.
Crawling up the bed, I lie on my back and watch as he lowers his boxers. He moves himself up the bed and my eyes drop to his cock, heavy and thick. “It’s been too fucking long, Angel.” He pumps himself three times, his throat working as he swallows.
“When was the last time?” I ask, frowning.
“It doesn’t matter.”
It matters to me. I stop him as he climbs over me. “Mase.”
“Nina,” he warns. His cock brushes my stomach, leaving a trail of precum in its wake.
“How long ago—”
“I didn’t,” he snaps, nudging the head inside of me. He looks down at where our bodies meet, and I clench around him.
“What do you mean?” I moan.
“I haven’t. Not… Jesus Christ, Nina.” He pinches his eyes tight. “Are we really doing this now?”
I nod.
He pauses, his jaw ticcing as he slowly slides into me, making my walls ache as they stretch around him. “This is the only pussy I’ve been inside of since the night I took you in my bed.” He rolls his hips, putting himself right down to the hilt and brushing my pelvis.
My eyes flutter close. “Meaning?”
“Meaning I only ever had anal sex, Nina.”
My eyes snap open.
“Because the thought of being inside someone else in any other way was never going to be an option unless it was you.”
He sits back on his knees, pulling out of me. “I’m sorry.” He climbs from the bed and leans against the dresser, dropping his head.
Is he ashamed? Because he shouldn’t be. I mean, I’m a little shocked, and it hurts, but I’m the one who should be ashamed.
I left him.
“Mase,” I soothe, “come here.”
When he doesn’t budge, I go to him, slipping my arms around him so I can cuddle his back. “Mase, please. Turn around.”
He turns in my arms and I slide a hand up into his hair, pushing it back off his face.
“I’m sorry I left you, and I promise I won’t ever leave you again.”
He shakes his head. “I’m weak.”
“No, you’re—”
“How many men did you sleep with?”
“I was heavily pregnant,” I defend.
He shakes his head, looking away from me, and I regret pushing it and making him feel like this.
“Mase, I need you to make love to me.” His chest deflates, his shoulders sagging.
“I’ve needed you to make love to me since you cornered me in my laundry room.
I’ve only ever needed you to love me and in every way that mattered, you did.
You always have—even when we fought it. I need you more than anything right now and I need it to be real.
Us. But first.” I take his hand, sliding it deep between my legs, teasing the tips of his fingers on my puckered hole. “First, I need you to take me here.”
He inhales a deep breath and lets out a shaky one, his eyes turning a dangerous shade of black.
“Nina.”
“Will it help?” I ask.
He swallows, his eyes shining. “Yes.”
I walk to the bed, lying myself down on my stomach as I wait for him. “I need this, just as much as you do.”
He walks to the edge of the bed, gliding the pads of his fingers down my back. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you.” My hips lift to meet him as he glides lower.
“You want me here, baby?”
I cry out as his finger runs over the crack of my ass and teases my hole.
“Yes!”
He flips me, placing me on my back. “Mase!”
His lips take my open mouth, his hands locking with mine and lifting them above my head. He ravishes my body, his stubble scratching at my nipples as he sucks at the flesh around them, making me squirm and beg him for more in the same breath.
Dropping his head to mine, he waits for a beat, then slides home in one smooth thrust, making us both moan in sheer pleasure.
“Fuck!” he groans, rolling his hips deep inside of me before all too soon his fingers take the place of his cock.
His hand dips lower, gliding his slick fingers through the crack of my ass. He applies the slightest pressure until I open up and he slides a finger inside.
He leans in and kisses me as I slowly adjust around him. I roll my hips and moan into his mouth.
“That feels good, baby?”
“Hmmm.”
“You’re so fucking sexy like this.”
I lift my head from the mattress to look at him. He gives me a small smile then drops his head, drawing my clit between his lips. My body ripples moments after, my orgasm taking me fast, just like the first.
He pulls his finger out of me slowly, running his hands up my thighs to my hips. Every solid inch of him ripples and flexes as he lifts me, moving us back until he’s sat against the headboard.
He places me on his lap, sinking me down onto his thick cock. His lips brush mine, but he doesn’t take them like I crave. “I need you to take me. I can’t lose control with you tonight.”
I nod, rolling my hips over him and giving him a small smile. I lick my lips and push to my knees. I line him up, the tip of his cock braced against me.
His head drops to mine, his heart pounding under my splayed palms.
“I love you,” I tell him, needing him to know.
He trembles beneath me. The entire two hundred pounds of him, quaking as he stares into my eyes. I sink down an inch and gasp. He grasps my hips instantly, holding me off from dropping any lower.
I squeeze my eyes tight. “Mase, I need you. I need more,” I rasp. I open my eyes when he doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, and he stares up at me with so much uncertainty it makes me question myself.
I want this.
So does he.
“Mason. Fuck me. I want you to do it.”
His eyes search mine, and I know he finds his reasoning somewhere in them. “Angel.”
He breaks.
All restraint is gone, as he guides my hips down onto him, stretching me, filling me in the most perfect way.
I barely brush his thighs before I slide back up his length, my nails biting into his chest as he grows harder inside of me.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he snaps, and I feel his balls draw up as his eyes squeeze tight.
“Mason,” I say with a smile, waiting for him to open his eyes.
“I’m going to come, baby.”
“It’s okay.” I chuckle, with no idea why I find it funny, but he shakes his head and laughs with me.
“Fuck. That actually works.” His head drops back, and he laughs harder. I lean in and kiss him through our smiles, our teeth clashing as we share the tender moment. This is nothing like what I thought it would be, but I also know it’s important.
Rocking my hips slowly, I start to really move, dropping harder and deeper onto him until his hand moves from my hip and flattens over my clit.
“Mase,” I moan, my body flushing hot.
I grasp his arm as he adds more pressure to my clit at the same time as he rolls his hips into my ass, sending my world black momentarily. My body locks tight and finds its release.
“Nina, baby!” He groans, bucking into me uncontrollably before stilling deep inside me.
His entire body is wet with sweat, and the veins in his arms seem to bulge unnaturally as he rubs his hands over my trembling thighs. He forces my body flush with his and I land on his chest hard.
“I love you,” I pant. “It’s okay, and I love you.”