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.”
TWENTY
Nina
After two nights away 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’ve 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.
My phone starts to vibrate under my head, and I pull it out from under me. I have three missed calls from Megan and two texts. It must have been what woke me. I slide my thumb across the screen and open the messages.
Lucy
Nina what time does Erin get in? Meg can’t get hold of you.
Megan
Bitch where are you?
Holy shit! I completely forgot about Erin. I check the time and jump up from the sofa. It’s six thirty. I’ve napped for hours. I look around the penthouse, wondering where Mason could be.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I hotfoot it through the bedroom, searching for him. I pull the shirt I’m wearing over my head and start to change into my jeans and white tee.
How could I forget Erin flying in?
