My mind wanders back to the days following my meeting with my ex-boyfriend and I smile broadly as I recall meeting Mase at his flat upon his return. I had disputed his claims to be missing me desperately whenever we spoke or text during his time away, although I made the same claims and meant them. Each and every passing minute increased my feelings of bereavement at his absence, but I couldn’t quite believe that he could or would miss me, still can’t.
However, when he called me from the airport and told me to meet him at his flat, I virtually ran around gathering belongings for the weekend, arriving at his home at the exact moment he did. We shared a reconciliation I have only ever witnessed in movies. I literally ran into his arms when I saw him then he picked me up to kiss me, well, we kissed each other. I giggle as I remember how romantic I thought it was, right up to the point where we entered the lift together and had sex, actual full on sex with me pressed against the lift wall. Mase pulled his clothes down and seemed thrilled to find me minus my pants again when he prepared to remove them in order toget at meas he phrased it and although it wasn’t romantic I was as keen for him to get at me as he was.
I was compressed between Mason and the wall of the lift, both of us sufficiently naked as he whispered against my ear, “I have missed you, baby.”
My fingers were running through his hair and across his shoulders as I encouraged him to hurry.
“Mase,” I moaned as his lips found mine again, the wonderful taste of mint and him mingling on my tongue, making me even more desperate for him than ever.
“This won’t last long, I need you so much,” he told me as his happy face turned into a frown. “Shit, no condom. We might just need to wait a couple of minutes.”
“No.” I complained wrapping my legs around his thighs, urging him closer, urging him inside me.
“Baby.” His protest was weak.
“Please. I told you before that I have the injection, so we don’t have to wait, unless you really want to.” I could feel the tip of him nudging against me, causing me to bite down into my lip with a stifled moan.
“You’re sure?” His hesitance somehow seemed to come across as consideration for me, making me want him a little more
“Please Mase, now.”
That seemed to be the only encouragement he needed. Cupping the back of my knee to open me further he slid into me easily because of how wet I was from our emotional but brief reconciliation. The feel of him stretching me without any barrier felt better than I ever imagined it might and while he’d been away, I’d imagined it numerous times, each time better than the last.
“Oh God,” I cried with my eyes feeling as though they were rolling back in my head.
“Yeah, fuck baby, you feel so tight,” he groaned into my neck that he was nipping.
“Sorry,” I said, making him laugh.
“No apology needed, Livy, it feels fucking fantastic.” He began to thrust firmly. “Touch yourself, I need you to come with me.”
I needed no further encouragement. The feeling of my own fingers circling my clit and occasionally touching the base of his dick only added to the excitement and need for release.
“You close Livy?”
“Mmm,” I moaned as my arousal took a step closer to climax.
“I need you there, baby, I can’t wait, I want you coming around me when I come inside you,” he groaned as his thrusts quickened and his fingers dug into my bare behind and that was the final push I needed.
“Shit!” I cried loudly as everything tensed inside while the world became a silent and blind place where all that existed was me, Mase and this moment, fused and frozen.
The next thing I really remember is being carried into his flat where we bathed together before going to bed where we made love, less frantically than previously.
I am grinning again in my own bed remembering that particular trip in the lift, not that I smiled much when Mase got up in the night after realising that his lift had CCTV. He did, and still does assure me that there is no permanent record of that encounter. My phone rings and breaks my thoughts about the last few weeks. I see that it’s Mase.
“Good morning, Mr Harding, how are you?” There’s a sleepy edge to my voice.
“I’m lonely and horny, Miss Carrington. How are you?” His reply making me laugh. “Your sexy laugh and just woke up voice are not helping.”
“Maybe you should hit the gym,” I suggest, thinking I need to get up or I will be late for work and I need to go into Peterson Michaels before going to Mason’s office.
“Baby, I have just left the gym, having been in there for the last hour so I think we can safely say that I need a workout with you. I am going to grab a shower, then I will pick you up and we will have time for our own fitness routine and breakfast before work.”
I love his plans but realise he has forgotten I am due to go into Peterson Michaels before going to his office.
“Nice idea, babe, but I am due at my office before I come to yours.”
“No! Since when?” He sounds almost angry now.
