Granted, I’d been in this spot before, feeling like everything had gone right after the kiss, but something about this just felt different. I was both clearheaded and certain things wouldn’t go wrong again. And if they did? I had faith in Mason that he wouldn’t run away or push me off.
That confidence, that peace, that faith in him allowed me to keep going.
I threw my arms around his neck and jumped into his arms. He carried me with his strength upstairs to the bedroom, where he laid me out. He crawled on top of me, and just as before, he went slow. Last time, I’d tried to force the issue and had it backfire on me. I took a different approach this time.
“Don’t overthink it,” I said as I gently nibbled on his ear. “Just do what feels right. I trust you.”
Mason nodded and went back to kissing me. He moved his hands up and down my body, exploring every curve and inch of skin, but he made no special note of any particular area; he didn’t hover over my breasts or ass, though he didn’t ignore them, either.
He sat up after a minute or so and removed his shirt. Without a sound, he motioned me up. I sat up, and he lifted my shirt off of me. He also unclasped my bra, and when my breasts fell out, he gently kissed them. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed tight at the pleasure coursing through me. There was a certain pace to this, an unexpected pleasure of it all, that left me feeling like I was on a gentle sailboat, sitting under the sun, having its rays wash over me.
The only difference, of course, was that this felt a thousand times better than being on any boat.
He lowered me back down and started trailing kisses to my belly. He went to unbutton my pants, and…
Honestly, all I felt was arousal and anticipation. Mason would have some hesitancy at some spot, I knew, but I would push him to keep going. All that mattered was us. Not the past. Not the Bandits. Nothing but him and I in this room.
“Do what feels right,” I said once more as his hands pressed into my jeans but didn’t pull down.
He nodded. He kissed me one more time before he sat up. His fingers curled under my pants and underwear and yanked down. I raised my hips, and seconds later, I was naked.
I hadn’t been naked before a man in a decade. It was easily the furthest I had ever gone since that fateful night. And just as I had told Mason, it felt soright.Had I forced it with anyone else, I doubt the feeling would have been good.
But this man had saved my life, and I didn’t just mean literally from the Bandits, though that was true. By spending time with me, by sharing himself with me, by allowing himself to open up, we had formed a sort of connection that could not be shaken. Not even flashbacks or traumatic feelings could topple this bridge.
I tried not to let myself get too carried away, lest I get too emotional during sex, but I really felt like I had found my one. And to think, he’d been around this whole time; I’d just never bothered to look closely enough.
“You ready?”
“Been ready,” I said with a gentle laugh.
Mason got the cue. He crawled forward, kissing the inside of my thighs and moving toward my pussy. I knew before I’d said it felt right, but here…
It still felt right.
Itstillfeltright.
That was amazing. Perhaps a part of me had nervously anticipated something awful happening, a part of my subconscious, but it was not coming to fruition. And—
“Oh, fu-uck,” I moaned.
He made contact.
And heavens, that felt fucking incredible. Like, there was nothing that could have compared to the feeling of going without something for a decade and then finally having it with the man you wanted to spend the rest of your time on Earth with. I had touched myself, yes, but that was like the difference between thinking that riding a tricycle was the same as being on the back of Mason’s bike. The similarities were only superficial, the differences vast.
“Mason, yes, baby,” I said.
I hadn’t anticipated it being this good, and my body more or less betrayed my desire for patience. I don’t know how the fuck he was so good at it—maybe we were just a natural fit for each other—but in what barely felt like any time, I could already feel tension rising and climax approaching. I was almost embarrassed that it was happening so fast, but luckily, I had an advantage Mason did not—I could orgasm multiple times.
And so, after that brief fear that it was happening too fast, I let myself go. My mind cleared. All I focused on was Mason’s face between my legs, his tongue on my clit, the rising tension in my groin, and the warmth spreading through my body.
It all came to a head right there just in the moment before I came. And in that brief moment of limbo, the one in which my body would go from extreme tension to the blissful relief of orgasm, I knew it to be true.
I loved Mason.
“Oh!” I yelled as the orgasm cascaded through my body.
I wormed and wiggled under his mouth and arms, my whole body twitching in a sort of delightful release. I just let the rush consume me, absorb me, devour me. It reached down my legs, up through my arms, even up to my neck and head. Everything just felt…pulsing. Warm. Hot.
