“Mase, you’re home. What time is it?”
“You’re in my bed,” he rasps, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the taut lines of my throat.
His body moulds to my back as his hand runs from my bare thigh to my waist, dragging the shirt along with it.
“You want me to leave? Elliot—”
I sigh as his hand slides into the front of my underwear, cupping me with just the right amount of pressure.
He lifts his head to look down at me, his dark eyes piercing through mine in the moonlit room. “Try leaving.” He smirks, dipping one finger into my heat.
My back arches away from him, pushing me farther into the hand that cups me. Farther onto the thick finger that penetrates me at a deliciously slow pace.
“Mase,” I moan, turning to give him my mouth.
Our kiss is gentle at first, slow, as our mouths find a rhythm that fits, and I can’t help the soft smile that finds my lips as I think about the worry I faced at him finding me in his bed.
“Why are you smiling?” he whispers against my lips.
“I was worried you’d be mad at me coming here tonight, being in your bed when you got home,” I say, gasping against his open mouth as he pumps his finger inside me.
“You have no idea what you being here does to me, Nina.” He rolls his hips, his hardened cock nestling into the line of my ass as his lips find mine again, demanding and controlled in their assault.
His fingers leave me, spreading my desire through my slick flesh, then swirling around my clit before pinching it between his fingers. I moan when he pushes inside of me again, unsure how many fingers are stretching me wide.
Mason doesn’t stop. Not until I’m writhing beneath him, so close to falling over the edge, I can feel the tremor about to pulsate through me. As his hand leaves me, I whimper, but he wastes no time, grabbing my hips and flipping me to my back.
A moment seems too big a word to describe how quickly he enters me. Deep, harsh, and fully to the hilt.
“Oh my god!” I cry out as he groans, falling onto me. “Mase,” I breathe, feeling overwhelmed and consumed by him. “Shit.” I roll my hips, trying to ease the burning sensation between my legs.
“Stop moving,” he demands, bringing his forehead to mine and closing his eyes. “Just stay fucking still a minute. Please.”
I smile up at the beautiful man above me, watching as he fights for control, fights to stop himself from coming.
Holy shit. “Mase, a condom!” I say in a panic.
“I. Know!” he grounds out, his body trembling above mine.
I roll my lips trying to hold back a smile.
“Angel, you need to stop fucking smiling,” he moans.
Not being able to help myself, I squeeze him tight, using every muscle I can convince to help me in what I’m sure will be my vagina’s very own assassination.
His cock twitches in delight as my walls contract around him. “Fuck!”
I should know better than to push the man, but it works. With every last bit of his control shredded, he gives in, starting to move inside me. He lifts one of my legs over his arm to push himself deeper, and my smile slips as his cock rubs against the spot inside me that he’s seemed to have already learnt so well. Our bodies move as one, craving the release we both search for in each other.
“Shit, I can’t, you’re so fucking tight,” he moans.
“Not. Yet. I’m nearly. There,” I beg.
A growl leaves him as he drops my leg to the bed, then he is grabbing my hips in an unforgiving hold, pounding into me relentlessly as he pulls me onto him. His lips take mine in a bruising kiss as I start to convulse around him, his own orgasm causing him to jerk above me. I feel his cum fill me as his cock jolts inside my still throbbing core.
Lying completely sated beneath him, I bring my hand up to push his hair out of his face, looking into his eyes as they spark, the dark pools seeming to glow almost black. He has the most captivating eyes I’ve ever seen.
“Can we name him Samuel?” I ask, trying not to laugh.
