He breaks.
All restraint is gone, as he guides my hips down onto him, stretching me, filling me in the most perfect way.
I barely brush his thighs before I slide back up his length, my nails biting into his chest as he grows harder inside of me.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he snaps, and I feel his balls draw up as his eyes squeeze tight.
“Mason,” I say with a smile, waiting for him to open his eyes.
“I’m going to come, baby.”
“It’s okay.” I chuckle, with no idea why I find it funny, but he shakes his head and laughs with me.
“Fuck. That actually works.” His head drops back, and he laughs harder. I lean in and kiss him through our smiles, our teeth clashing as we share the tender moment. This is nothing like what I thought it would be, but I also know it’s important.
Rocking my hips slowly, I start to really move, dropping harder and deeper onto him until his hand moves from my hip and flattens over my clit.
“Mase,” I moan, my body flushing hot.
I grasp his arm as he adds more pressure to my clit at the same time as he rolls his hips into my ass, sending my world black momentarily. My body locks tight and finds its release.
“Nina, baby!” He groans, bucking into me uncontrollably before stilling deep inside me.
His entire body is wet with sweat, and the veins in his arms seem to bulge unnaturally as he rubs his hands over my trembling thighs. He forces my body flush with his and I land on his chest hard.
“I love you,” I pant. “It’s okay, and I love you.”
TWENTY-THREE
Mase
I brush my fingers over Nina’s forehead, moving the hair back from her face. She’s so peaceful. The true meaning of beauty—for me.
Being here, in this house, it doesn’t bring back a haul of memories. There aren’t smells or sounds that creak in the night that have me reminiscing about being a child here. Instead, I feel somewhat restless. Like I shouldn’t be here at all.
“Nina.”
“Hmmm.” Her hand reaches blindly, smoothing over my chest as her legs tangle tighter with mine.
I smile, kissing her wrist. “Nina.”
She stirs again, her chest rising as she inhales deeply. “Time is it?”
“Three a.m.,” I whisper into her neck as she rolls to her back.
“Masseeee,” she moans, her brows drawing together.
“I owe you a dance.”
Her eyes flutter open, and I instantly feel seen. “Right now?”
I nod, kissing her forehead before rising from the bed.
“Where are you going?” she asks.
“To the ball.” I smile.
“I don’t have my clothes,” she complains, watching as I search for my shirt. I don’t miss the hint of excitement in her voice.
