He goes to stand, and at first, I let my arms slack a little to let him move, but he just smiles and puts them back around his neck, saying, “Hold on.”
With that, he goes to stand again, this time pulling me upright. He lifts me, one arm under each knee, hands clasped behind my back, until he’s fully upright and I’m suspended in his arms.
He’s so powerful, but his kisses are tender, sweet.
My arms hang almost limply around his neck and he’s entering me so deep now, and my legs begin to twitch; infrequently at first and then in a constant, jagged rhythm as I give my body over to him completely.
My sensitive nub is in near-constant contact with Mason’s warm skin and I let my head fall back, just drinking it all in.
He turns and sits on the bed, letting his arms lax so I can move my legs and ride him.
My hands are on his sternum, and I’m rocking my hips greedily, bringing back the initial rise.
I pitch forward, my hair falling around my face, and I look down at Mason, whose gentle hands cup my heaving breasts.
I come down on him hard and swivel my hips, feeling his erection greet every part of the inside of me.
My eyes move over Mason’s firm, cut upper body, the fading impression of scars that will never quite form, and I rise slowly up his shaft and work ever closer to that blind explosion calling to me from the horizon.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, running his fingers through my hair, and I smile a little at the innocent tone of his voice.
I don’t respond with words, but my body reacts, gleaning that last torn piece of stimulation that sets me over the edge.
r /> My body is pressed against Mason’s warm front now, and his arms are around me as we meet and part, faster and faster, until the surface tension breaks and I can no longer catch my breath.
Every heartbeat is hot, charged passion, and I can feel the sweat beading on my forehead as I kiss Mason deeply.
He gives a pleasured moan and kisses me back, holding me close as I work to catch my breath, and I can tell that he’s almost there.
He’s pulling me tighter against his body now, and I’m kissing his mouth, his chin, his neck.
His mouth opens with a sharp inhale, and I’m putting every last bit of energy I’ve got into bringing him the rest of the way, the way he did for me.
Mason’s hands tense and I can feel him inside me and against me, his muscles contracting as he comes.
We lie here without word or motion for a minute until I slowly come off of him, lying down next to him and he puts his arms around me, holding me close. We fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Chapter Seven
Confidence
Mason
I wake to the sound of the neighbor’s leaf blower at about eight o’clock.
It’s been a few days since Ash and I took our relationship physical, and it’s been hard to keep my hands off of her since. Waking up without her next to me already feels like the kind of thing I want to avoid.
She went home last night, though.
Apparently, Starbright was cleansing the house of evil spirits and accidentally set the carpet on fire. I asked Ash if she wanted me to go with her, but she felt she was better off with fewer witnesses.
I’m almost certain she was joking.
I get out of bed and throw on some clothes before steeling myself for what’s about to happen.
Finding Chris passed out in the front yard helped Ash get past her distrust, but I’m getting sick of his crap.
I open the door to find Chris sitting on the couch in the living room, watching a DVD he made of his favorite cartoons. Sometimes, I come out of that bedroom, and I honestly feel like I’m five years old again, walking into my parents living room.