Chapter 2 #5
His eyes drank in her beauty, slowly wandering down from her flushed expectant face, her slim neck, the swell of her creamy breasts above the thin camisole cups that barely covered half of her.
Down they continued, past the lacy underclothes that revealed more than they concealed.
Almost incoherent now, murmuring words she barely heard, he bent and buried his face in her breasts, his hot mouth unbearably exciting as he alternately sucked and blew on the lace covered peaks.
Dropping to his knees Mason pressed hot urgent kisses onto the incredibly soft skin of her stomach.
She grasped his dark head, clearly begging him to stop this torment.
Standing, he again lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed.
He watched her as he began to remove his clothes.
She was a study in contrasts, pale skin covered in black lace on the pristine white comforter.
Her eyes blazed green fire as her breasts rose and fell rapidly.
Naked now Mason bent and lovingly began to remove her stockings, gently rolling them down her legs, stopping to nibble behind her knees, the arch of her foot, her toes.
An incredible pressure was building inside her.
She didn’t know where it would take her but she knew he controlled it and she followed it gladly.
Watching his expression as he removed her panties she was glad she’d worn such beautiful underthings.
Smiling, she decided if this was what it took to get him into the bedroom, she’d buy one in every color she could find.
Her eyes took in everything about him and marveled.
She’d seen pictures of naked men, of course, but he was magnificent.
Everything about him, every feature, and every muscle drew her like a magnet.
Mason lay down beside her, sliding the camisole up over her head.
Totally naked she felt no shame, just an undeniable joy that at last all the barriers were gone and they could never go back, only forward.
His strong, tender hands traced the peak of her breast and bending he followed the path with his tongue.
Rebecca cried out when his mouth closed over her nipple and began to suck strongly.
Grasping it gently between his teeth he flicked it quickly with his tongue, driving Rebecca crazy with longing.
Her hands moved like lightening from one sensitive part of his body to another, kissing what she could reach with her mouth and stroking what she couldn’t.
When her small hand tried to encircle him he grasped both her wrists in one hand and held them over her head, knowing if she continued it would be over too quickly to bring her the kind of pleasure he desired.
At first she struggled against the restraint but he soothed her with honeyed words.
When his lips again began their trail of fire she sank into the bed in helpless delight.
His free hand slid down her stomach and gently nudged her legs apart, seeking the source of her heat.
Carefully he pushed his finger between the moist lips and found her core.
Rebecca was beside herself as he began to penetrate her smoothly, gathering and spreading her offering up and over her swollen clit, returning for more again and again.
“Please Mason,” she begged, unashamed of her weakness. “I can’t stand much more.”
“Shh darling,” he soothed her. “You’ll stand much more than this before the night is over. I know it’s your first time; I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I have to. Take it easy baby, let me help you.”
He refused to be hurried and slowly drove her on, higher and higher.
Kissing and sucking her breasts, stroking her sweetness until she convulsed around him, bucking wildly on the bed, riding his finger, screaming out his name.
He let her rest for a moment and began again taking her up so fast this time, her head began to spin.
Just before she peaked he let go of her hands and rose above her.
Grasping her hips in one strong arm he kissed her passionately as he positioned himself between her legs.
Rebecca was crazy with desire. She wrapped her arms as far around him as she could as he slowly started to sink into her.
Her legs came up and encircled his waist pulling him to her.
His kiss swallowed her cry that turned quickly into a moan as he thrust quickly and firmly past the wall of her innocence.
He stopped, waiting for her to become accustomed to his size but it wasn’t long before she began to lift her hips and let him know she was ready.
After about four glorious thrusts she exploded around him, gripping him like a fist while she screamed his name and shook beneath him.
Hot, sweet, tight. Dear God, Mason thought as he continued thrusting, trying to be gentle and failing miserable. He couldn’t get enough, would never get enough of her. Moaning her name he gave a last thrust and held her tightly to him as he bathed her with his powerful release.
It took Mason a few minutes to catch his breath and then he rolled them over so she was lying on top of him.
He could feel her still rapid heartbeat; the heat of her surrounding him as he gently rubbed her back from her neck to below her bottom.
Her golden hair spilled across his shoulder as she nestled her head under his chin.
“Are you all right?” he asked her softly, praying she was and feeling just a touch guilty that he’d ridden her so hard at the end.
“Mm,” she replied snuggling into him for a moment. “God, that was great,” she answered and lifting her head she looked him right in the eye. “When can we do it again?”
Mason laughed.