30. Lilah
LILAH
My heart raced on the short walk into the bedroom.
A bedroom with a bed. A bed I hadn’t been paying attention to before because there was a beautiful gown on display.
A bed with a plush light-blue wrinkle-free duvet with a navy throw tossed on one corner like they did in the interior design magazines.
Did rich people have someone who walked through every room after the bed was made to toss throws perfectly over one corner?
Mason loosely held my hand as if giving me every opportunity to change my mind. How the hell was he so calm right now? Was this my virgin nature revealing itself? Maybe this was just not as exciting for him.
“You’ve done this a lot, huh?” I swallowed. “Must have a whole bag of tricks to pull from.” And now I was babbling.
His face twisted with a flash of regret, or something else.
I wanted to claw back those stupid words.
“I’ve done this a few times.” He didn’t owe me anything before we were together.
If he didn’t hold my unpracticed virginity against me, I shouldn’t make him feel bad about whoever might’ve come before me. Not that there wasn’t a jealous little flicker in my chest over it. My nerves were getting the best of me. Stop overthinking this.
Then his face softened with a sad smile. “No one else matters to me, Lilah. Only you.” He dragged a finger over my shoulder.
I jumped, suddenly very aware of all my limbs and not quite sure what to do with them. “Sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about.” Mason didn’t walk me straight to the bed.
Instead he maneuvered us past my dress to the love seat under the window.
He pulled me down onto his lap and the evidence of how he was affected nestled heavy and hard under my butt.
But to anyone walking by, he still would have seemed so calm and measured.
Was anyone walking by? I whipped my head around and stared at the low shrubs with budding flowers in front of a privacy fence out the window. Nervousness and a jittery jumpiness swept over me.
The whole cool-guy-who’s-done-this-hundreds-of-times-before calmness to him dropped a freaking boulder of self-consciousness on me. “You don’t feel like you’re coming out of your skin right now?”
He bent and slipped off one heel and then the other, setting them on the windowsill behind him.
“I feel like a lightning strike is hitting me every second you’re on my lap, Lilah. But I’m not going to be greedy. You’re going to crave me as much as I crave you.” His words whispered over the side of my neck, filling me with thirsty anticipation. “As much or as little as you like.”
He stared at me with tender affection that intensified the hunger growing inside me.
Some of my nerves melted away at the gentle caresses along my arms. After a minute of my own heart pounding in my ears, I squirmed on his lap, looking for any pressure to alleviate the ache. My hum of anticipation slowly dulled my jumpiness.
“I’d like some more, please.”
His fingers dug into my hips. “Fuck, Lilah. You’re trying to kill me.” He rested his forehead against my cheek.
“Only trying to be polite.”
“Then I’ll give you a little of what you want and we’ll see.”
He popped open the button of my jeans and cupped my heated core through my underwear. His fingers danced along the fabric, teasing my clit and making me clench around nothing.
“More, please.”
He groaned. Showing off that hockey player strength, he carried me to the bed. My back bounced against the extra soft blanket and I laughed.
More of my uncertainty ebbed away when his hands touched my skin, and so did my giggle.
The thread between us hummed with a hot, pulsing rush.
When he stared at me, I’d never felt more seen. It was like staring into my future, where I wasn’t alone, I wasn’t worried, I was with him and he’d never hurt me again.
Mason cupped my breasts, then rolled my nipples with his thumbs, turning the rush into a swelling tidal wave.
And he delivered when he bent to use his mouth on one sensitive tip and his hand on the other.
I rocked my hips against his straining erection, loving and hating how much restraint he was showing right now.
Why was his shirt still on? Why were his pants thick enough to steal away the maximum feeling of his thick length nestled between my thighs? My inexperience was being overridden by the flush of clenching pleasure trying to swallow me whole. Why were we still wearing clothes at all?
Not wanting to lose the twisting tension of his mouth on me, but needing to feel his skin under my fingers, I yanked at his shirt.
His chuckle turned into a moan the second my fingers grazed the strong planes of his chest.
“A lot of work went into these—don’t you think they should get a little attention?” I relished the unfocused way his eyelids drooped, gaze filled with liquid desire that only increased the pressure building deep inside me.
“We’re going to have to agree to disagree on who gets top billing tonight.” He tugged my hips closer, which flattened my back on the bed.
The trail of his callused fingers on my inner thighs sent teeth-chattering shivers through my body. In a deft, practiced motion, he tugged my panties to the side and rubbed my clit in maddening circles while teasing my opening with two thick fingers. Heat spilled out of me, so hot.
Aching, mewling sounds escaped my lips when his fingers brushed either side of my clit.
He slid off the side of the bed and dropped to his knees. “But I’m going to be a little selfish right now. I need to taste you.” He took my blue underwear off and they disappeared into the darkness.
Then his mouth was on me, his tongue teasing my clit without direct pressure.
I wriggled beneath him and tried to squeeze my thighs together for more direct contact. He hooked his hands under my thighs and anchored them over his shoulders.
“You’re cheating, Lilah.” He curled his two fingers inside me.
“I can’t help it,” I panted. A warm flood rolled over me, making me shiver and shudder.
He chuckled and the vibrations left me whimpering, tension twisting deep inside.
I stared down at him.
His eyes devoured me like he didn’t want to blink and miss a moment. All this did was increase the pressure and perfect desperation that turned me into a writhing, begging mess. Should I have been embarrassed? Maybe, but I couldn’t stop chasing the feeling, clenching around his fingers.
I’d never been accused of being greedy but that was absolutely what he made me.
The jolt of pleasure was so strong that it was nearly blinding. I grabbed onto his hair to pull him away and up to my face with a desperation to finally feel all of him. I choked on a sob.
One hand tightened around my thigh, his fingers sinking into my flesh. His mouth was ravenous, persistent, practiced, and he shuddered.
My orgasm ripped through me, catching me off guard.
My thighs clamped shut so tight that all Mason could do was run his free hand over my thighs as the aftershocks kept coming.
When I could finally breathe again, a laugh escaped my lips.
The floating, not-sure-any-of-this-was-real feeling led to trembles as I returned to my body and watched Mason watch me.
Being a virgin wasn’t something I thought about much.
Being so busy I could barely breathe let alone date hadn’t left me much time for anything, but having my first time with Mason felt like it was meant to be. Like this was where I was meant to be.
“That was fantastic.” My words were a little slurred, orgasm-drunk.
“Sorry I had to be so greedy. You’re too damn sweet, Lilah.” His hand now free, he put one finger then the other into his mouth and kept his eyes locked on me.
I reached for him, but he backed up and captured both my wrists in one hand before coaxing me back down. “Just give me a couple of minutes.”
I struggled to prop myself up on my elbows.
His face was flushed and he avoided my eyes. But he stayed on his knees at the foot of the bed.
“What’s wrong?” Self-consciousness crept in. “Was that bad? Did you not like—” Embarrassment swept through me.
His head shot up and his hands locked onto my thighs. “I would feast on you morning, noon and night, Lilah. You were perfect.”
With a flood of relief, the tension ebbed away. “Okay, so aren’t you going to take your pants off now?”
He ducked his head and stood. “I told you I was being greedy.”
A dark spot stained the front of his pants. It took a few seconds for the pieces to click together. “Oh? Oh! From going—oh!” A hot flush flashed over me and a renewed flutter of hunger quivered between my legs.
He gave a rough, deep chuckle. “I’ve been dreaming about this for a while.”
I gestured to his pants. “Now it looks like you definitely have to take those off.”
He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants with excruciating calmness. “Looks like once again Lilah always gets her way.”
Meanwhile, the fluttering turned to throbbing all over again when he stood in front of me naked. The heavy mast of his cock was now at attention all over again.
All those heart-bursting feelings mingled with the live-wire electricity sparking all over my skin. Everywhere he looked and touched was marked by this moment.
He crawled over me, then lay down beside me, one thigh over both my legs and his head propped up on his arm like he could stare at me forever.
I squirmed, wanting to roll over on top of him but not knowing if I could.
He trailed his fingertips down my side. I expected it to tickle, but instead it set my skin ablaze.
“God, you’re killing me. You know that?” he said.
I stopped running from those squishy, too-exposed feelings racing through my chest, sending shivers racing across my body. “You’ve got that reversed. And I’m glad it’s you, Mason.”
“I don’t deserve you, Lilah.”
I cupped his cheek. “I love you, Mason.”
He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against mine, one hand on the back of my neck, kneading. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to lose it.”
That warm, glowing feeling flashed over me once more and I rolled on top of him. “So, lose it.”
He flipped me over so fast my hair flew into my face. With a smooth, practiced motion, he grabbed the square foil package on the bed, tore it open and rolled on a condom.
Then he kissed me, lifted up on both arms. The heated length of him rested between our almost joined bodies. The pulse of it made me grind and squirm against him.
He stilled my hip and brushed my hair from my face. “Are you sure, Lilah?”
My back arched off the bed and I nodded.
“Let me hear you say it.”
“Yes. I want you.”
The words had barely passed my lips when the latex-covered head of his erection pressed against my slick core.
It didn’t feel like there was enough room. Everything was tight, raw, overwhelming. I gasped at the invasion.
He froze.
Goosebumps of anticipation spread across my skin. I could feel my pulse pounding between my legs, around his length. There was pain, but the way his body pressed against my clit, there was also pleasure.
Then the too-tight feeling turned into a throb. A need. I rocked my hips, trying to get him deeper, pushing my boundaries against the raw ache.
“Please.”
With his eyes trained on me, he moved again.
I gasped and didn’t look away. I didn’t want him to have to guess how much I wanted this. Gradually, the overwhelming feelings bloomed into a different kind of ache with each slow, almost methodical thrust.
Then his measured pace made me crave more. I squeezed my thighs tighter, trying to urge him to stop being careful like I was made of blown glass. But he was still moving so slowly.
“Please.” A needy, mewling noise escaped my lips. One I don’t think I’d ever made before.
Mason placed a palm on my stomach to still my movements. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.”
“Me writhing on the bed underneath you because you won’t give me what I want?”
He released a choked, husky cough.
“No, you knowing exactly what you want.”
“Then stop making me wait for it.”
My body was on fire with raw desire. Pressure built inside me, swelling and throbbing, pressing against the very edges of my being.
Deliberately, he leaned in with his hips, stretching me with inch after inch of his cock. It took me a second to catch my breath at the delicious invasion that balanced on the razor’s edge of pain, but felt more full.
He moved his hand and gently brushed my clit with slow and gentle circles until I clenched around him. “Fuck,” he growled out, head falling back before snapping back with his eyes locked onto me, like he didn’t want to miss a second.
A tingling flushed my body, pushing me between wanting to stay in this moment and craving more. Needing the hot explosion already floating on the periphery of the feelings swelling inside me.
He dropped his head and cursed under his breath like he was close to losing himself too.
I clenched around him again as the pleasure tingles turned to ripples.
His teeth snapped together and he rocked against me.
My fingers clutched at his back.
Mason bent down and mimicked the deliberate coaxing of his tongue against mine with the long, aching thrusts of his hips. The grind of my clit against his body fit in a practiced, maddening way until his greedy focus on drawing out another gasp increased to the point I could barely catch my breath.
Lights flashed in front of my eyes as the brutal pleasure ripped through me. The white-hot blast of aching fire robbed me of all senses except every shooting spark my nerve endings experienced.
As my orgasm slammed into me, he finally unleashed his feral presence between my thighs.
The methodical rock and grind of his hips hitting every spot to light me up turned to sloppy, driving thrusts.
He wrapped his arms beneath my back and grasped my shoulders, holding me harder against him.
This set off another hot explosion that radiated through me as he swelled and grunted, body taut until he spilled into the condom.
He collapsed on top of me, breathing against my ear like he’d just finished a game.
Each exhale tickled me and our sweat mingled on our skin. We’d done that. I did that. With Mason.
I wrapped my heavy arms around him, savoring the weight and smell of him. A floating, glowing feeling engulfed me. I didn’t want to move.
“Am I crushing you?” He breathed against my neck. It tickled my sweaty skin.
“Yes, but I like it.” I wrapped my legs around him, going full koala.
He pressed up onto both arms and I came with him. His raspy, throaty chuckle sent a thrum of flutters through my stomach. “Do I have to take you with me?”
“Maybe.”
He tickled my side so I’d release him, then shifted back, separating us. We groaned in unison as he pulled free from me. The slightly sore tenderness fluttered between my legs.
After a quick trip to the bathroom and a return visit with a warm cloth, he cleaned me up, which went from gentle to thorough to face-meltingly hot in only a few minutes.
Mason picked up another condom and rolled it on. “You’re insatiable.”
“Yeah, I am. So get over here. Satisfy me. Please.”