Pushing my face up, I thank the universe for small miracles.
“Good morning,” I say without even looking in his direction.
“Morning.” He takes another bite of whatever it is he’s eating. Turning over, I see him sitting in the same place I found him yesterday morning. Creature of habit. He shovels another spoonful of cereal into his mouth and gives me a closed mouth grin while he chews.
“So I can’t get dinner without paying the price, but you can sneak into my place and eat my cereal?”
He doesn’t answer, but his eyes flash with amusement.
Sitting up, I groan, my muscles yelling at me. Reaching over my shoulder, I try to knead at the soreness in my shoulders.
“I plan to pay.” His voice is honey and way too close.
“I’m never going to get used to that.” I open my eyes and glare at him, his nose only inches away from mine. I didn’t even feel the bed tip in his direction as his weight hit the mattress.
“Relax.” He purrs, and something in his eyes makes me comply. “Lie down.”
“I didn’t picture you for a dominate in the bedroom.” I smirk into my mattress as I settle back down into my bed. His thighs are suddenly straddling my ass and he settles his weight onto me, pressing me into the mattress.
“I can be whatever you need me to be.” This time, his breath fans over the back of my neck just before his lips close over the sensitive spot. Thumbs knead into the sore spots in my muscles on either side of my shoulder blades and I can’t contain the moan that slips out of me, loud and low.
“Mase.” I groan as his assault on my muscles continues, his tongue licking where his lips are latched, alighting all my nerves at once. Somehow, the spot his mouth is over has a direct connection to my clit and my core clenches around nothing.
“That’s it.” He nips my ear. “Say my name.”
I don’t even give him a witty comeback, completely absorbed in the way his fingers are working my body, pressing along my spine and trailing down to the curve of my ass, making me hum unintelligible words. His palms grip the spot between my thighs and my ass, his thumbs deliciously close to my sex.
As he massages me I feel the outline of his hard cock growing against my ass, getting just as excited as I’ve become. I arch up in to him instinctually.
He grunts and thrusts into my curves, setting a slow, erotic, rocking pace as his fingers work their magic along my lower back.
I’d like them to be working their magic on other areas of my body. I wiggle up against him seductively, silently asking for more. We tease and touch just right. His palms push beneath my shirt, setting fire across my spine with the smooth feel of his skin against mine.
I probably shouldn’t do this, but I’m wound tight, aching for release from days of buildup.
Knowing just what I need, he snakes a hand around my front, splaying it possessively across my stomach before starting its downward trek.
I try to remind myself that I’ve only known this guy for two days, but my baser needs don’t care and tell the saner part of my brain to fuck off.
I lift my hips, arching my back more to give him room, and prop myself on my forearms. His fingers slide into the black panties I’m wearing, and I’m glad I had the good sense to put on something sexy. It was sweet revenge for knowing the man was going to watch me sleep.
The sexy time is just an added bonus, but one that seems to be working in both our favors.
The first brush of his fingers over my clit makes my hips jerk from how sensitive I am already, but the movement just causes more friction against Mason, earning me a sexy groan from deep within his chest.
We don’t talk as his fingers glide over my sex, back and forth, circling, teasing. Every touch drives me higher, and I rock against his cock as his fingers circle my entrance. I want him. Need him inside of me more than I can put into words. His fingers, his dick. Any part of him that he’s willing to give me.
It’s his fingers, though, that slip inside, tentatively at first. The stretch of one finger is good, but not enough.
“More, Mase. Please.” I push up on my hands and look over my shoulder at the man behind me. His eyes meet mine and I grind my hips into his hand, needing far more than the one finger that’s massaging my inner walls. His hair is messy, his eyes lively. The way the sun streams in through the window halos around him, stealing my breath. He’s beautiful, and that’s not a word I use lightly.
“Relax.” He places a palm in the center of my back and presses me back down. My eyes want to drink in the sight of him, but I begrudgingly obey. “You’ll get what you need.” He murmurs it so quietly, I almost don’t hear it. Everything about this quiet, enigmatic man intrigues me.
His hand shifts and he withdraws his finger only to stretch me further with two. I tense around the blissful intrusion as they start a leisurely pace that makes me simmer and coil tight as need consumes me.
“That’s it,” he says, leaning his weight over my back as he works his hand, curling his fingers into my g-spot. “Give it all to me.”
I shudder out a breath, the drag of his fingers over the sensitive spot inside my body making me spiral higher. I want to give him what he asks for.
