He inhales a deep breath and lets out a shaky one, his eyes turning a dangerous shade of black.
“Nina.”
“Will it help?” I ask.
He swallows, his eyes shining. “Yes.”
I walk to the bed, lying myself down on my stomach as I wait for him. “I need this, just as much as you do.”
He walks to the edge of the bed, gliding the pads of his fingers down my back. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you.” My hips lift to meet him as he glides lower.
“You want me here, baby?”
I cry out as his finger runs over the crack of my ass and teases my hole.
“Yes!”
He flips me, placing me on my back. “Mase!”
His lips take my open mouth, his hands locking with mine and lifting them above my head. He ravishes my body, his stubble scratching at my nipples as he sucks at the flesh around them, making me squirm and beg him for more in the same breath.
Dropping his head to mine, he waits for a beat, then slides home in one smooth thrust, making us both moan in sheer pleasure.
“Fuck!” he groans, rolling his hips deep inside of me before all too soon his fingers take the place of his cock.
His hand dips lower, gliding his slick fingers through the crack of my ass. He applies the slightest pressure until I open up and he slides a finger inside.
He leans in and kisses me as I slowly adjust around him. I roll my hips and moan into his mouth.
“That feels good, baby?”
“Hmmm.”
“You’re so fucking sexy like this.”
I lift my head from the mattress to look at him. He gives me a small smile then drops his head, drawing my clit between his lips. My body ripples moments after, my orgasm taking me fast, just like the first.
He pulls his finger out of me slowly, running his hands up my thighs to my hips. Every solid inch of him ripples and flexes as he lifts me, moving us back until he’s sat against the headboard.
He places me on his lap, sinking me down onto his thick cock. His lips brush mine, but he doesn’t take them like I crave. “I need you to take me. I can’t lose control with you tonight.”
I nod, rolling my hips over him and giving him a small smile. I lick my lips and push to my knees. I line him up, the tip of his cock braced against me.
His head drops to mine, his heart pounding under my splayed palms.
“I love you,” I tell him, needing him to know.
He trembles beneath me. The entire two hundred pounds of him, quaking as he stares into my eyes. I sink down an inch and gasp. He grasps my hips instantly, holding me off from dropping any lower.
I squeeze my eyes tight. “Mase, I need you. I need more,” I rasp. I open my eyes when he doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, and he stares up at me with so much uncertainty it makes me question myself.
I want this.
So does he.
“Mason. Fuck me. I want you to do it.”
His eyes search mine, and I know he finds his reasoning somewhere in them. “Angel.”
