“You’ve worn me out quite a bit already.” I tease, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
A flash of worry crosses his face. ”We can stop now if you’re not feeling okay.”
“I feel fine. Great even, although I know one way I could feel even better.” I smile making room for him to settle between my legs.
Mason adjusts us slightly, placing a few pillows underneath my head. He moves us closer to the edge of the bed before turning me on my side. I notice his closet doors are made up entirely of mirrors and I’m on complete display as he throws my right leg over his. His wild eyes take me in and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more beautiful. I watch through the mirror as he leans down to press a tender kiss on my temple and lingers for a moment before pulling back and adjusting himself, so the tip of his cock is at my entrance. He presses his lips to my ear as I continue to watch him sink inside of me through the mirror. “That’s it Violet. That’s it. God look at you. Look at what a mess you’re making taking my cock.”
His eyes are locked on where we’re joined, and he starts off slow. Teasing me relentlessly making sure to drag his cock against my clit as he enters me again, but I grab his hands in mine bringing one to my breast and the other down to my clit, both of which he immediately tends too. All while we both watch the mirror as he thrusts into me mercilessly. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Perfect Violet.” His thrusts become fast and deeper ashe places another rough kiss on my cheek, “I’m yours, Vi. All yours.” His thumb starts drawing figure eights on my clit and moves his head to rest it on my temple, eyes never leaving the mirror, as he continued to whisper words of encouragement into my ear - how good I feel around him, how tight I grip him, how he can’t wait to bury his tongue in me again.
His words were my undoing, “Mason, baby, I’m so close-”
“Come. Come Violet, I’m right there with you.” And with one final thrust we both go off, panting and gripping at each other. All I can see are stars as Mason leaves dozens of small kisses on my forehead while I stroke his arms as they wrap around me. “You’re perfect Vi. So perfect.” He gently pulls out of me, and then brings me fully back into his chest placing another kiss on my lips. A few minutes later he sighs, letting go of me, “I’m going to grab us some water, do you want anything else?” I shake my head but manage to sneak off into the bathroom and make it back before he does. When Mason returns, he’s holding two water bottles and a steaming mug. “Is that tea?” He hands over the warm mug and the familiar scent fills my nose.
“Honeycomb Black Tea to be specific. I told you I bought a bunch once they discontinued it. I figured you’d want something more substantial after all we just did.” He sat up next to me, the both of us propped against the headboard as I sipped on my tea.
I rest my head on his bare chest as he toys with my hair and eventually, I feel the mug being taken from me as my eyes start to shut. The next thing I know I’m being tucked under the covers as he whispers a small ‘goodnight’ into my temple.
thirty-two
. . .
Violet
The soundof the wind rattling the windows wakes me up the next morning. While the outside world is in the trenches of winter, in this bed with Mason’s arms wrapped around me and my head tucked under his, all I feel is summer. I look down and see my hand entwined in his and I press a tender kiss to his fingers. His head moves a few seconds later and he nuzzles my neck with his bearded chin.
“Morning.” Mason’s rough voice, along with the soft kiss he leaves on my neck, sends sparkling heat through my body.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” I yawn. My body feels a little sore from last night and I debate getting up and stretching.
“You didn’t, I was already up.” Mason moves one of his legs over mine, trapping me in place. “You looked so content. I didn’t want to move and mess that up.”
His hands trail up and down my legs while I trace the intricatedesign of his tattoo. “I’m going to need to bring over some silk pillowcases if this becomes a regular thing. I can’t have my curls suffer while the rest of my body is sated,” I tease.
“Ifthis becomes a regular thing? I thought I made it clear you’re stuck with me.”
“Yes, stuck with you, not your pillowcases.” We lay tangled in each other for so long I lose track of time. It feels like the whole world around us has stopped. My phone vibrating against the nightstand is a cruel reminder that the world is, in fact, still moving. Sometime after I had fallen asleep Mason brought all of my things back into his room, and while I loved his thoughtfulness, I wish he had left my phone in the living room so we could’ve stayed in our bubble for a little bit longer.
He loosens his grip on me slightly so I can reach over and send whoever it is to voicemail. None of my research assistants were scheduled to run participants today, so I don’t have to worry about any work-related emergencies. The call was likely spam. I make to nuzzle my way back into Mason’s cocoon. We get about 30 seconds more of peace before my phone goes off again. I let out an irritated groan, this time flipping over my phone to see who was this determined to ruin my morning.
Nice. My mother is cockblocking me. “It’s the matchmaker. She’s probably calling to get an update on how things went last night.”
He tucks one of my stray curls behind my head before wrapping an arm around my shoulders and grinning wide. “I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to know you’re in my bed.”
“Pervert.”
“Well, you don’t want to leave her hanging.” He nods his head toward my cell. “You know she won’t give up until you answer and every call that goes to voicemail is only going to increase her determination.”
Ugh. I make a move to slide off the bed so I can make this call as quick as possible, but Mason refuses to let go of me and instead reaches over to accept the call and puts it on speaker.
“I promise I’ll be quiet.” He whispers in my ear as my mom’s voice fills the room.
“Violet Amin, did you send me to voicemail?”
“Who is this?”
“That’s funny. So, tell me all about last night. How’s Mason? What did you two get up too?”
Mason’s eyes widen as he hears my mom’s question, my face flushing a bright red remembering all the things he did to me last night that no mother should ever hear about.
