“Oh, fucking hell,” she cries, squirming beneath me as her fingers lace through my hair to pull me in closer or at least prevent me from moving.
I wish I had two mouths at moments like this, one for each of her breasts as one always gets left out. As a compromise I use one hand on the nipple that’s not in my mouth; squeezing, rolling and pinching the peak of sensitive flesh as my free hand undoes the button of Olivia’s jeans that she is trying to wriggle out of. My mouth is sucking harder so that my cheeks hollow so much that I think I might be forming a suction. With a smile around her nipple I prepare to swap sides as I practice the words in my head.
Chapter 54
Olivia
What this man does to me. I hadn’t even been horny when he crept up behind me and made me jump with hishey baby,but I’m beyond that now and clearly Mase is a man on a mission judging by the state of me.
He is worshipping my breasts, of that there is no doubt. He has swapped sides twice and I think I might just come from this if he continues. My jeans are somewhere on the floor and Mase has just pulled his socks off after slipping on the floor as he attempted to pull my pants off. I was about to giggle at his slip until he scraped his teeth over my nipple and all laughter was lost at that point.
His pants are being pushed down his hips and then his hand, his free hand, the one that isn’t tweaking the nipple that isn’t in his mouth is pulling my remaining item of clothing off.
We work in unison now, my legs wrapping around Mase’s hips again, urging him closer and inviting him in. His mouth is releasing my incredibly swollen nipple to make its way back up my body until it settles on my ear, his heavy breathing heightening my arousal further, if that’s possible. Apparently, it is possible because as soon as I feel his erection nudging my opening wetness coats me, me and him it seems as he effortlessly slides inside me.
“Babe,” I cry as he pushes into me fully and then pauses to speak.
“Perfect, Livy.” He groans and withdraws almost all the way before lunging back in.
I am expecting him to pound away at me, I can feel his desperation, but he doesn’t. He’s taking this slow, gradually building it, stoking the fire that is beginning to ignite between us. Mase has his hands on my hips and behind, holding me so that I don’t end up being thrust across the table, but it’s more, I can feel and sense it, but have no clue whatitis.
“We fit, baby, seamlessly. It’s like we were meant to be, Livy. I never knew it could be like this,” he tells me in husky whispers as if he is confessing a great secret.
“Mase,” I reply as I wrap my arms around his back, needing to have as much skin to skin contact as possible as I feel my orgasm edging ever closer because of his rotating thrusts and his words. “Yes, like that.” I whine as he manages to brush against my nub with precision.
He continues like this until I am one big ball of sensation, arousal and gasps. My legs are tightening further until my inner thighs are beginning to hurt from the tensing of the muscles there. I think my clawing Mase’s shoulders when he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside me might have resulted in me drawing blood and my insides are now clenching in preparation for release but I’m not quite there.
“Baby, I’m going to come, come with me,” he huskily says as one hand releases my hip and finds its way between us to rub against the side of my clit, pushing me ever closer to the edge.
With his thrusts increasing I am ready to come undone when Mase pulls away from my ear to look at me, his eyes totally focused on me and with the fourth or fifth stroke against my clit our orgasms break as he says, asks, “Marry me?”
The words register in my mind, but I am helpless to say or do anything because I see nothing as my eyes roll while I convulse around him as he holds me to him as if frozen in time and fused as one.
What the fuck?are the only words I have but I’m unsure whether I think them or speak them.
Strangely, Mase says nothing as he pulls himself from me and helps me to stand on very, very shaky legs.
“Shit, look at the mess.” I look down and see my swatches and boards spread far and wide across the table and floor. “And look at the time,” I add when I notice it’s almost two o’clock meaning the police should be arriving any minute. “I’m going to clean up and redress,” I tell Mase who is watching me in silence but makes no attempt to stop me leaving the room.
By the time the police arrive I am nervous. Possibly, no, definitely because of Mason’s proposal more than what I need to tell the police. The fact that Mase hasn’t mentioned it since has me wondering if I imagined it, but then I reason that I virtually ran from the table to the bedroom at the earliest opportunity and then the police arrived meaning we haven’t really had an opportunity to talk and if I’m honest with myself I am glad of that, relieved, because I have no idea how to deal with it.
The police prove to be very nice and non-judgmental. They ask me how I know Conrad Mathers. I consider saying that he was my doctor then leave them to ask the questions that will unearth the details, but as soon as I begin, the floodgates open.
Mason literally holds my hand as he nurses me through the revelations of the systematic abuse I was subjected to.
They write everything down and share several glances that I find impossible to read; do they disbelieve what I’m saying or are my words securing the case against both Conrad Mathers and Raymond? I tell them about my mother’s disbelief at fifteen but leave out her recent visit to see me because of Scott.
They seem to be all but done when Mason’s phone rings and looking at it he excuses himself for the short journey he makes into the kitchen where I can hear him saying something about confirming flights, times and days meaning he is going away which makes me feel sad and relieved. Hopefully, we can both just forget about his proposal and put it behind us.
He returns to say goodbye to the police, but not before asking about some kind of protection. They explain that they don’t believe me to be in any kind of danger from, well anyone, but assure me that if I feel unsafe at any time, I should call them, on 999 if need be. I nod but Mase’s expression seems to suggest he is far from happy with that plan, although he knows about my mother’s visit and is still not convinced my break in was random, not that he has really said as much, but I can read him well enough to know he is still bothered by it.
I fall back against the door as it closes behind the police and nervously allow Mase to pull me to him, my nerves being due to the possibility of him mentioning his proposal that I have no desire to discuss.
“Okay? You were brilliant,” he tells me as a gentle kiss lands on the top of my head.
“Should I have told them about my mum?” I break free of Mase and head towards the kitchen.
Mase shrugs. “Not a clue, possibly. I’ll check with my dad.”
