She’sgiddy as she exits the lift and marches into the penthouse, chucking her key into the tray as she starts to unbutton her top.
“What are you doing?” I chuckle.
She fell asleep on the flight home, and since waking up has been a ball of energy.
“House rules. No clothes are permitted between the hours of five p.m. and six a.m.” She smiles triumphantly as she continues to strip down.
“Unless we have guests,” I add, unbuttoning my shirt.
“Of course.” She nods in agreement.
I’m in my boxer briefs and about to remove my socks when she tackles me to the ground and straddles my waist.
She rocks herself over me, my cock hard as it nestles itself in the line of her pussy. A scrap of material lies between us. “Baby.”
She takes her weight on her knees, allowing me room to lower my boxers. Wrapping her hand around me, she fists me, pumping me twice before sinking onto me.
“Fuck yes!” I groan.
Her hips roll over me at a tortuously slow pace, but I give her the time she needs, letting her take the lead. It doesn’t take long before her whimpers turn into deep moans. She lifts herself up and then sinks slowly back down, rotating then rolling her hips. It drives me insane. I smooth my hands over her waist and her eyes spark, a glint that tells me she knows.
I flip us, holding my arm between her lower back and the marble. My other hand lifting her leg and placing it around my waist. I sink in deeper.
“Yes. Mase.”
My mouth finds hers as I move inside of her, her core already tightening around me. I rain kisses down her neck until I’m met with her breasts. I draw her nipple into my mouth, biting down on the hard nub until she starts to convulse around me, her moans fading as she loses herself in her climax.
I squeeze my eyes tight, stars invading my vision. My head bows back, and I let loose, pounding into her.
“Mine.”
Thrust.
“Mine.”
Thrust.
“Mine!” I still inside her, my body rippling above her as I empty myself, twitching with every spurt she draws from me.
Her head drops to the marble with a thud, and I waste no time pulling out of her and rolling to the side, unable to hold my weight any longer.
“It’s not normal is it,this?” She looks to me, her chest heaving.
“No, Pix. It’s definitely not normal. But it’s our normal now.”
20
Nina
After two nightsaway with minimal sleep, I barely managed to make it to four o’clock before I passed out on Mason’s sofa. My sofa. Yeah, that does not sound right. Not yet.
Arching my back, I stretch out my muscles on a long yawn. I have no idea how long I have been sleeping, but I already know I’ll sleep like a baby tonight.
Paris has zapped me of all my energy. We didn’t stop from the moment we touched down to the moment we took off again. I’m definitely booking a girls’ trip after the showcase; some R and R will be just what I need.
I can feel my body telling me to slow down, but I only have two weeks until the showcase, and I can’t stop now. It’s everything we have worked for this year.
I knew it wouldn’t be easy.
