Mason (Mail-Order Brides For Christmas)

As I kiss down her body, she mewls and makes the sexiest noises, but as soon as my lips graze her mound, she’s silent, and her body tenses up. I kiss along her opening, smoothing my tongue along her, savoring her taste.

Her hand goes to the back of my head and threads through my hair. I press my tongue to her bundle of nerves, and her body bucks against me. “Yes…” she moans.

I don’t relent. I apply pressure with my tongue and beg for her release. Soft, fast, slow, hard, I change it up until I learn how her body reacts, and I know what she likes and what she wants. When I’ve barely gotten my fill of her, she’s already mindless, pushed over the edge, coming on my tongue. I lap at her, kissing her most private area, loving her until she’s limp and delirious.

Mia

He gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had. He kisses up my body, and when he’s next to me, I kiss him softly before scooting down the bed to return the favor.

“No, honey.”

His harsh words are grunted at me, and I look at him with some sort of shock. “I want to…”

“I won’t even last. I need to be inside you. Now! All I’ve thought about since I saw you in that other man’s arms is being inside you, taking you and making you mine, making you forget every man that’s ever held you before,” he pleads with me, pushing me to my back and rolling on top of me.

“Man, what man?” I ask him, not having a clue who he’s talking about.

“The man from the plane.”

“Se—" But I don’t get his name out.

He stops me with a groan as his head falls to my chest. “I don’t even want to hear you say his name.”

I smile then, not believing the control that I have over this brute of a man, my husband. “Me too, Mason. I felt the same way when I saw you. I wanted you to be mine.” I run my hands down his chest, between his legs, taking his girth in my hands. “I wanted you like this.”

He hisses, and his hips buck into my hand as I stroke him.

There’s fire in his eyes as he lowers to his knees and sits up, lining his hardness to my opening. For one brief second, I’m nervous. “Please be easy, Mason,” I ask him.

His eyes look at me as if he’s asking me a question, but before he even voices it, I tell him, “You’re my first. I was saving myself for my husband.”

Again, his head falls to my chest with a muttered “Fuck.”

There’s an inner debate he has with himself. He looks at me worriedly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I take a deep breath and put my trust in him. “I know you won’t.”

He locks eyes with me and pushes into me gently at first, and he’s stretching me, filling me up. I feel full and stretched as my body accepts him. I know the instant he reaches my barrier. His fingers go to my clit again, and I’m still sensitive from my earlier orgasm, so it isn’t long before I’m ready again, and he pushes through, completely filling me up and taking me.

With each thrust, he whispers against me, “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

I want to reassure him and let him know that I am in fact his, but I’m half out of my mind with the way my body is responding to his. He moans against my neck, kissing me, and my senses are on overload. I can feel him everywhere, and before long, I’m coming again. My heart is racing, there’s sweat on my brow, and I’m panting.

He thrusts once, twice more, and then he’s grunting, filling me with his cum.

“Yes,” I moan.

Completely satiated, I lie listless and limp as he falls down beside me. I don’t know what you’re supposed to do afterward, so I follow my gut and curl into him, kissing his chest.

With his arms circling me, he holds me so tight I can barely breathe, but I don’t ask him to stop. I’ve never felt so safe, so cared for, or dare I say…so loved.

9

Mason

I feel like I’m losing my mind.

I keep telling myself it’s not real, but I’ve never felt anything so real as what I feel when I’m with Mia. We’ve been at the cabin for forty-eight hours already, and I haven’t been able to keep my hands off her.

The only thing that keeps me remembering that this isn’t real is thinking about that hug Mia shared at the airport with that Serge guy. Maybe she just wants to be with someone, and it doesn’t matter who it is. Maybe she’s lonely or maybe she believes in fairy tales and things like that. I don’t know the reason, and a part of me is worried about finding out.