“I remember,” I repeat, making us both laugh as I continue to stroke myself. “Touch yourself and show me what you did in the bath.” I’m expecting some kind of delay or refusal, but there is none as her hands cup her breasts, grazing her nipples with her thumbs before incorporating the use of her fingers to pinch them firmly.
Her head is rolling back at the sensations her own hands are triggering in her and the series of moans and whimpers could be my undoing.
“Is that all you did, thinking of me?” I ask as I pump my erection with increased speed.
“No,” she whispers and suddenly releases one breast and slides her free hand down her belly until it’s slipping beneath her pants that match the discarded bra.
Chapter 14
Olivia
Yet again, I wonder why I lose control around Mase as I find my wet arousal with my own finger that is moving to circle my clit. I spread my legs more widely to allow myself greater access to my own body and the pleasure I can feel thrumming through me.
This is something I have never done before, not so obviously anyway. Brad used to love to watch me touch myself, but I was never comfortable doing it like this, like I am putting on a show. Although, I used to touch myself when we had sex, partly because I knew it turned him on and also because I often found climaxing difficult. Suddenly, I realise that I experienced no such problems the other night with Mase.
“Oh God,” I moan as I pinch first one nipple and then the other without taking my eyes off Mase who’s on my bed pumping his own erection.
“Baby, you are so fucking sexy.” He groans as he slows his pace.
I can feel I am close to coming and at my own hands which I hadn’t expected tonight after agreeing to allow Mason to bring me home. My breathing is ragged and loud as I feel everything tightening inside and out.
“Mase,” I cry as I approach my climax.
“You want some help there?” He gets up from the bed to occupy the space behind me. “Show me, Olivia,” he demands, covering my hands with his and although I think his intention is to move his fingers over mine I have the opposite plan and move my hands so that they are atop his, my fingers now guiding his to move across my flesh. “This is going to be a very long night,” he whispers against my neck, kissing and nipping while his erection jabs into me as he pulls me back against him. “Come on baby, come for me.” His fingers circle my clit more determinedly, driving me to the precipice of my pleasure and with a pinch of my nipple between his finger and thumb I am diving headlong into an orgasm that has me crying his name as the world goes black.
The next thing I know I am in Mason’s arms, facing him and he is gazing down at me, tenderly tracing the line of my lips with his thumb. “So fucking sexy,” he repeats before dropping his lips over mine to kiss me firmly and yet softly at the same time making me hot and cold, soft and stiff and all other contradictions I can name.
My legs snake around his hips as my arms envelop his neck until I am literally wrapped around him allowing Mase to carry me to the bed that he is laying me down in the middle of. His fingers slip into the side of my pants and he pulls them from me then places himself between my thighs. His body blankets mine in an instant so that every inch of us is touching; lips against lips, chest to chest, legs and arms entwined or dancing over each other’s body and nothing has ever felt so right to me, not ever, and I am struggling to imagine anything else ever coming close.
I wake alone just after nine o’clock and wonder if Mason has done a runner, but immediately know he hasn’t. Rolling into the space where he had been lying next to me, I smile at the warmth coming from it and inhale his scent deeply. I am still processing the thoughts and feelings last night provoked and I can’t deny that I like how I feel, how Mase makes me feel, physically and mentally. I grin with gratitude that he and Sarah conspired to make last night happen and grin more when I remember the details of our night together.
I can’t help but reminisce about events after being put on the bed where we kissed, lots and lots and touched until we were both in a state of total elation and equally frantic for some kind of release which eventually came for Mase after he had brought me to climax three more times, each one more intense than the last.
I have never considered myself an oral sex aficionado and realised last night that I have never taken part in an actual69before. I have given and received oral sex but never together, simultaneously. Mase was insistent in his positioning of me with a knee on either side of his head so that I was literally spread across his face and then encouraged me to lie forward until I came face to face with his leaking erection and needed no further encouragement to lick him before consuming him fully.
The sensation of Mase’s tongue lapping against me had me on the verge of coming almost immediately, but I wanted to give him a small fraction of the pleasure he had already given me so increased the efforts of my mouth to take him there with me. Both of our groans were muffled by the other’s body but somehow the inaudible gasps and words only served as an aphrodisiac.
“God Livy, I’m going to come,” I remember Mase saying as what felt like two fingers penetrated me and brought about my own orgasm at the same time that the first spurt of salty, creamy fluid hit my tongue.
We somehow ended up lying together, wrapped in and around each other where I for one fell into the deepest and soundest sleep I have experienced for a very long time.
The smell of coffee wafts into the bedroom making me giddy on euphoria in the knowledge that Mase is not only still here but is making himself at home and then my euphoric state turns to horror as I remember that my mood boards are all over the kitchen table including the very immatureMason Harding is an arse board.
“Shit!” I leap from my bed naked. “Shit!” I repeat, grabbing the closest thing to hand, Mase’s t-shirt. I allow myself an indulgent inhalation of his scent as I slip it over my head and then purposefully stride towards my kitchen.
I mutter the sameshitexpletive, but only in my head this time as I see an almost naked Mason swanning around my kitchen like he owns it, which he doesn’t, although he certainly looks as though he belongs in it. My boards are still where I left them, and I hope beyond all hope that he has avoided looking at them if notmissedthem which would be pretty impossible.
“Morning.” I hope I sound less nervous than I feel to be coming face to face with Mase for the first time since last night.
“I think you’ll find morning arrived at six o’clock,” he replies referring to the time we woke up and decided it was definitely morning so had sex, following through with his promise, threat, whatever it was last night, when he insisted we wouldn’t be fucking until the morning. Oh God, when I asked if he would fuck me,in the morning.
It is ridiculous that I am casting my glance down with embarrassment after all we shared last night but that is what I do at his words and realise I am naked beneath his t-shirt and haven’t even showered. Yet it’s his reminder that we had sex that’s making me uncomfortable. Mason’s eyes are still fixed on me, I know they are even if I can’t see their focus.
“Coffee,” he announces, gaining my attention again as he passes me a cup of black coffee. “Nice t-shirt.” He grins, making me relax with a casual shrug. “I was right about you, wasn’t I?” My mind scrambles as I try to figure what he’d been right about. “Your ability as a designer. I like the mood boards.” I cringe when he adds a grin. “That one is my personal favourite, the one where the whole of my office is in the shape of a pair of pants, and my chair is actually in the design of a toilet which I assume is reflecting a time when you were going with theMase is an arse theme.”
“Sorry.” I begin reaching for the sketch I’d done the day before when I was pissed off with him still, when I thought he was married and an arse.
“Oh no, no, no. I am keeping this. I may even have it commissioned for my Christmas card this year,” he says, laughing now. “I do love that you printed my face from Google Images to complete the scheme.” He smiles, rubbing his finger over the image I cut out and stuck on the toilet behind his bottom shaped desk.
