Chapter 7 Emily
emily
Bedroom?” he asked, practically panting as I pulled my lips off of his neck. God, the sounds he made when I had my mouth on him only made me want to do it more.
His cock was trapped between us as I wrapped my legs around his back, clinging to him like a koala as he carried me.
It was heaven being in his arms. Burying my face in his neck, I inhaled his woodsy scent.
It was heady and delicious, and I couldn’t believe that for tonight, this beautiful man was mine.
I nodded, barely able to recognize the needy, wanton creature I’d become. “Downstairs. I’m in the basement.” It was a daylight basement, so I wasn’t surrounded by darkness, plus it gave me privacy that I wouldn’t have had in my childhood bedroom.
He groaned, tightening his grip on my ass as he made his way towards the stairs. Every step made my sensitive clit rub against his erection, and I had to hold back my moans. It would be so easy to wiggle my hips, to position him just right so his tip slipped inside me.
I shimmied slightly when his arms tightened around me, crushing me further against him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pushing me against the wall and kissing me roughly, practically inhaling my mouth before pulling back. “You’re a damn vixen, Darlin’.”
I smiled at him, placing one of my hands on his biceps. “Not too bad yourself, cowboy.”
He nipped at my ear as I thrust my fingers into his hair, every step down the stairs like a glorious version of torture and pleasure all wrapped up in one.
I was so wet, so turned on, and all I wanted to do was slide up and down on his beautiful cock.
It felt so good pressed against me like this, huge and throbbing, and I could only imagine how much better it would feel inside.
Scratching my fingers through his scalp, I kissed at his bare skin again, my hardened nipples pressed against his hard chest that was covered in a dusting of dark brown hair.
Hot. Had I ever been this attracted to chest hair before?
I didn’t think so, but on him, it was all masculine, so freaking delicious.
He smelled even better, if that was possible.
Like juniper and pine and just a hint of lavender, his cologne made me want to bury my face in his flannel and inhale deeply.
This mountain of a man, and right now… he was mine. All mine.
Mason opened my bedroom door, dumping my naked form onto my bed before kicking his jeans off. His boxers followed close behind. I sat up on my knees, watching him as he stroked his cock.
I licked my lips.
He took a step towards the bed.
“I knew you’d be big,” I murmured, reaching out and running my fingernail up his length. It was my first thought the moment I’d seen him earlier. My second had been that I wanted to taste him.
“Fuck, Em,” he rasped, body shuddering as he squeezed the base of his erection. “You can’t just say things like that.” He was like velvet steel, so hard that I wondered if it hurt.
There was more pre-cum on the tip, and I wanted to lap it up again, to have his salty taste on my tongue.
But Mason didn’t give me a chance to take him back in my mouth, pushing me back onto the bed so my head hit the pillow.
Using his knees, he spread my legs apart and positioned himself between my thighs, looking like a god, here for one purpose. To fuck.
“God.” I ran my fingers up his washboard abs as I watched him work his cock. “Your body is unfair.”
He grinned, still keeping up that lazy fisting of his dick.
I whimpered. “Please, Mason. I want you.”
“You want my cock, huh, darlin’?”
I nodded.
He groaned, dragging the tip through my entrance, gathering up my wetness and coating himself in it. Every time he hit my clit, my back practically arched off the bed. “Condom?” Mason asked.
That made me pause, the haze of need diluting slightly. “I don’t—fuck.” Shaking my head, I sat up. “I don’t have any.” Damn. And I really wanted him inside me.
After all these years of wondering, he was here. Wanting me.
Mason dropped his head onto my shoulder and pressed a kiss to my skin. “It’s okay. We don’t have to.”
I bit my lip. “I’m… I’m on birth control. And I had an appointment a few months ago, so I’m all good. If you want to…”
“Are you askin’ me to fuck you bare, Emily? Because…” He swallowed roughly, running his hands up my sides, squeezing my hips. “Fuck.”
Yes. “I want to feel you.” I squirmed a little, his tip still notched at my entrance, wanting it inside of me.
“I’m good, too,” he confirmed. “Had an appointment after the divorce was finalized, and I haven’t been with anyone else.”
The way he said it made me think she was the only woman he’d ever been with, and the thought made me want to make this even better for him. Special, somehow.
“You know, I’ve never had anyone inside me bare,” I said, splaying my hand over my stomach. “You’ll be the first.”
“Are you asking me to fill you up, Emily?” His voice was deep. A rasp over my skin, like gravel.
I nodded, letting out a small whine as his head bumped against my clit again. “Please. I want to feel you. All of you.”
“Goddamn. I won’t last very long once I have this hot, wet cunt wrapped around me.” He reached down, rubbing his thumb over my clit before rocking his hips, just the tip entering me.
I gasped as he pushed further into my entrance, stretching me out. He really was big. “You’re not going to fit,” I whimpered.
He groaned, stilling. “You’re so tight.” His hands gripped my thighs, pulling me apart. “So wet.”
Looking down, I saw I’d only taken the first few inches. “Mason,” I cried. There was something about his hot, hard length piercing me that felt even better than normal.
“Shhhh.” He covered my mouth with his, kissing me deeply, every brush of his tongue against mine making me open up for him, relaxing my body. “Breathe.”
Finally, when I was squirming, wiggling my hips once again, he pushed in farther, giving me more of his hard length as my body struggled to adjust to his size.
And then he started to move. Shallow thrusts at first, but each one brought him deeper inside me. “I know you can take more, darlin’,” he grunted, snapping his hips in another thrust. “Take all of me.”
His eyes were focused on the spot where his cock disappeared into my pussy, the sight so erotic I nearly came just from it. Not to mention the way he called me darlin’, with so much devotion in his voice. Like he really wanted to worship me.
“I’m so full,” I told him, placing my hand over my stomach and pressing down slightly, feeling the way he was buried tight in my body, every thrust hitting against my cervix. Wet sounds filled the room as he pounded into me, proof of exactly how turned on I was.
Was I really going to orgasm from this? Penetration never did it for me. Most of the time, I’d had to use a vibrator to finish myself off, because the guy I was with didn’t put my pleasure first.
Mason wasn’t like that, though.
“Come for me,” he encouraged, grabbing my leg and adjusting us so he could drive in even deeper. “I want to feel you milk my cock before I fill that sweet pussy up with my cum.”
Oh. Oh, he was filthy. I cried out his name as he bottomed out, the dirty talk making me even wetter. In and out, in and out, every snap of his hips driving me higher. “Mason, I need more,” I whimpered. “Harder. Don’t stop. Right there.”
As if he were reading my mind, he brought his thumb to my clit, rubbing it in circles, reminding me of the way it had felt to have his tongue there, circling it over and over.
Cupping my breasts, I flicked my thumbs over my nipples before pinching them as he pistoned inside of me.
And then—“Yessssss,” I mewled as my orgasm crashed over me. Bliss. My pussy spasmed around Mason’s cock, fluttering sensations as he continued his shallow thrusts.
Mason groaned, dropping my leg and wrapping his body around mine. “Fuuuck. I’m gonna come.”
“Inside me,” I begged him, wrapping my legs around his back and forcing him in deeper, if that was even possible.
A few thrusts later, I could feel his cock hardening further, hard as steel, and his body tightening around mine. He grunted, letting out a curse as he spilled inside of me, a warmth that flowed inside my body.
He kept thrusting as he came, fucking his cum deeper inside of me. I groaned. “Mason. That feels…” I shut my eyes, not having the words.
Mason wrapped me up in his arms, rolling us onto our sides while keeping his half-hard cock still buried inside of me.
He brushed a strand of curly hair off my forehead. “How are you feeling?”
I sighed happily. “Perfect. God, I needed that.”
My limbs felt languid, my body sore in all the best ways as I stretched my arms over my head. Mason pulled out, his cum dripping down my thigh, and I didn’t think I missed the way the heat flared in his eyes as he watched it.
Still, we were both a little messy. I wrinkled my nose. “We should probably clean up.”
He laughed. “There’s the Emily I remembered.” I stuck my tongue out at him. “You always hated being dirty, didn’t you?”
I let my fingers trail up his torso. “Maybe I like it when you get me dirty, Mason.”
He pulled me back against his body, his already hardening cock pressing against my hip as he pressed his head in between my breasts, letting out a guttural sound. “You’re going to kill me.”
Mason pressed a kiss to my sternum before hooking his arms under my legs and back, lifting me up out of the bed and carrying me to my en-suite bathroom.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he set me down on the counter.
He gave me a pointed look. “Takin’ care of you.”
I blushed. “Oh.”
“Pretty good setup you’ve got down here.” He changed the subject, looking around the bathroom as he turned on the shower with the flick of his wrist.
I responded with a hum. “I have privacy, at least.”
“Don’t tell me that.” Mason closed his eyes.
“Why?”
“Because,” my cowboy started. “I’ll start getting ideas that I have no business having.”
I wanted to hear more about those ideas, but he didn’t give me a chance. Mason just helped me down off the counter before interlocking our fingers, guiding me into the shower.
Was it strange that in twenty-eight years I’d never showered with a man before?
I turned to look up at Mason as the stream of water from my waterfall shower ran over us both.
His blue eyes were bright as they seemed to take in my body, and I finally got to do the same to him.
He towered over me, shielding me from the water with all of his muscles.
Not a single inch of him lacked definition.
God, he was beautiful. I bit my lip, letting my eyes drift lower.
I still couldn’t believe that had been inside me.
He was definitely the biggest I’d ever been with, and fuck if he didn’t know it. And he knew how to use it.
Reaching around me, he grabbed my body wash, squirting out a generous amount between his palms. I expected him to wash himself, but then his hands were on me, cleaning my body, rubbing over my my thighs and dipping inside my pussy.
I let out a strangled sound as his thumb glided over my clit, and he smirked before washing himself.
Something about him using my soap, smelling the same thing as me…
it felt more intimate than what we’d just shared.
A few days ago, he’d all but rejected me at the bar, and now we’d seen each other’s everything.
But I couldn’t delude myself into thinking this meant more. He might have been my first crush, but I wasn’t na?ve enough to think that this meant we’d be together now.
Definitely not.
So I was just going to enjoy it while it lasted, however long that was.
When we finished in the shower—though Mason did most of the work, making sure I was clean and then wrapping me up in a towel and drying me off.
I pulled my damp hair back into a braid after running my comb through it and using my typical hair products. Normally, I straightened or curled my naturally wavy hair, preferring the look of it styled, but tonight I didn’t care about any of that.
Not when Mason offered me his hand, pulling me back into the bedroom and tugging me back into bed. He wrapped me in his arms, clearly content to cuddle. I was trying not to freak out. “It’s still coming down pretty hard out there. I don’t know if you’ll be able to get home tonight.”
Mason squeezed my hip. “Em?” His voice was calm.
“What?” I whispered, trying to calm my beating heart. I was extra aware of the fact that we were both completely naked, wrapped up in my bed, and I wasn’t really sure what any of this meant for us.
“Relax,” he murmured into my ear.
“So… what now?” I yawned. My eyelids felt droopy, like I was fighting to keep them open.
He chuckled. “Now, you sleep.” He kissed my bare shoulder.
“Mhmm,” I said, shutting my eyes.
Yes, sleep.
Sleep was a good idea.
Maybe in the morning, I’d realize all of this was just a dream.
I woke up hours later with Mason still curled around me. His warmth surrounded me, and I relaxed into his hold. Outside, the storm was still roaring, and I had no idea what time it was.
I couldn’t see the snow piling up, but I knew it would. With the skies dumping this much snow, there was no way he’d be able to leave anytime soon. Not until they got the snowplows out here, and power restored. I was just glad we had a generator and had stayed warm throughout the night.
Still, all of this meant that for now… Mason was stuck here. With me.
A smile covered my face as I buried it into his chest.
I couldn’t find it within myself to be upset about that.