“Livy,” he gasps as I settle lower, eye to eye with Mase’s erection. “Baby,” he calls, and I feel his hands moving over and through my hair.
“You’re supposed to be lying back and thinking happy thoughts,” I remind him, my eyes cast up at his handsome face whilst keeping my mouth almost close enough to touch his throbbing and leaking erection and his heavy looking balls that I cup and stroke as I remain focused on his face.
“Sliding my dick inside you, having you come on my tongue, kissing, licking and touching you are all my happy thoughts, baby. Why don’t you get your arse back up here?” There’s pleading in his voice and yet there’s no mistaking the demand he’s issuing. I shake my head and with a little more pressure I stroke and rotate my hand around his balls, even allowing a finger to stroke across his perineum that has his eyes rolling a little.
Usually, in bed, when we are having or about to have sex, I am rarely the instigator or the aggressor. Mase is my alpha male and has no problem expressing his dominance and I love that, but today I get the attraction, the aphrodisiac of being in control and setting the pace.
“Soon. After,” I assure Mase as I take the very tip of him in my mouth and suck, followed by a slow sweep of my tongue around the head with a lap against the eye, consuming the overflowing arousal whilst never taking my eyes off him.
I continue to tease and arouse, gently lowering myself onto him a little more until I have consumed him completely. He is moaning and still holding my head and hair as I continue to make love to him with my mouth as he has done to me so many times. With his breathing becoming more rapid and his hips joining in with my movements I know he is close. I hollow my cheeks in order to increase the suction I’m using and with a hand still caressing Mason’s balls I am rewarded with the tightening of them meaning my efforts are working and he is close to climax. There is nothing more I want right now than to taste him, to feel his pleasure on my tongue. I love how he tastes, the uniqueness that is my boyfriend, the man I love and the man that loves me.
Chapter 47
Mason
I am no stranger to sex or blow jobs and honestly, my girl is top of the list, not that I have a list, but nobody has ever made me feel like she does. From the second her lips touched mine tonight I was done for. I was going to do whatever she needed or wanted, including lying back, doing nothing and having happy thoughts. She has kissed her way down my body, maintaining eye contact for the most part which is so fucking sexy and now has my painfully hard dick in her mouth, sucking, licking and laving it with love and adoration. I swear I can feel the emotions independent of the physical feelings that are fucking sublime.
Olivia’s hand is stroking my balls at the same time that she is increasing the suction around my dick and it feels divine, but I am going to come in her mouth any second if she continues and as much as I love that idea I want to be inside her when I come. I want to be gazing into her eyes that will be glowing gold at the precise moment that I come, so reluctantly I lower my hands from her hair to her jaw and stroke her face until she pauses and looks back up at me.
“Happy thoughts I am good for, lying back and not touching is over. So, are you coming back up here or am I coming to get you?”
She frees me from her mouth with a pop sound and a lazy smile which is quite possibly the look I am going to remember every time I touch myself from now until the day I die. It is so amazingly horny and is clearly her answer to my question, I am going to get her. Sitting up, I reach for her and easily drag her up my body and then flip her onto her back next to me. With no further delay I am blanketing her, positioning myself between her legs that I have nudged apart then I crash my lips to hers, devouring her more than kissing her, the taste of my own desperate arousal on her lips and tongue only adding to my desire and need to make her mine.
Of her own accord Olivia opens her legs further, inviting me in, an invitation I have no intention of refusing, but I don’t intend to rush this. I want to savour every second of it.
“Mase,” Olivia calls, her legs already beginning to wrap around my back and behind, preparing to pull me in.
“Ssh,” I assure her as I slip a hand between our bodies. I would never want to hurt her and am still startled, but overtly aware of her previous difficulties with sex, not that there have ever been any between us.
With a single finger I probe her and find her wet, warm and ready so add a second digit before gently pumping them, causing her to gasp and thrust her hips.
“Mase, please,” she cries as I skim her clit with my thumb. “I need you,” she groans.
I have done all the waiting I can and knowing that Olivia is physically ready for me I remove my hand and replace it with my dick, gently edging into her until I am fully embedded inside her. I pause, allowing us both to adjust. The tightness of her and the twitching of her body is likely to be my undoing if I don’t get myself together. I smile as I gaze upon her face and realise it’s her eyes that will undo me, the eyes that are glowing with desire and arousal, but more than that is the love, tenderness, adoration and devotion I can see looking back at me.
“Oh God, Livy,” I moan as I withdraw and thrust causing tremors to course through Olivia and in turn through me, but I refuse to take my eyes off hers. This is going to be over very soon if she continues to quake around me with every thrust, making me wonder just how slowly I can take this.
“Mase, babe, please, don’t stop,” she pleads, as if sensing my consideration for slow.
“Baby, this is going to be really quick,” I almost warn her, but clearly, she doesn’t care.
“That’s okay. I just need to come, both of us together,” she replies biting down into her lower lip as I rotate my hips.
Her desperation is as great as mine and although I don’t want this to end, I am going to give us both what we crave and need. Adjusting my position so that I am kneeling between Olivia’s spread thighs, I begin to move in earnest with an increased pace and one goal insight, release for us both with my eyes fixed on my girl.
I reach for her knees and push them in and back so that they are together and almost tucked in against her chest. With her knees gently cradled in my hands I use them as my balance mechanism but also to adjust my position, my position inside her, ensuring the most precise contact.
An extra push forward on her legs allows my body to press and brush her clit with every thrust I deliver. It is now Olivia’s turn to fist the sheets beneath her as her rising pleasure prepares to break. Just the sight of her in the throes of hedonistic desire is almost enough to make me come, but not quite. She releases the sheets from her clutching fingers and reaches for me, her hands coming to rest on my forearms and then she fixes her eyes on mine. I can hear, see and feel how close she is and I’m not far behind until she begins to flex and tense her internal muscles, coaxing my climax from me until with a roar I am emptying my release into her, the final thrust being enough to send her there with me.
Through it all we keep our eyes open and focused on the other until I am sure we can see each other’s souls because at that precise second nothing is hidden or concealed from the other; thoughts nor emotions, nothing in the past, the present or the future, our future.
It’s two a.m. and I still haven’t managed to fall asleep; my mind is whirring with a million different things and they all come back to the same source, Olivia. I still need to speak to her about moving out of her flat properly, formally. Then there’s what my dad has found out so far, but also the growing feelings between us, the same feelings that are deepening with every word, gesture and look we share, specifically the moment we were both laid bare for the other to see.
That was like nothing I had ever known, not even when Arianna and I were first together. It’s like something from a book or poem. Fuck, I was at the point where I expected flowers and birds to frame my girlfriend’s face. That’s how close to romantic fiction that moment was and yet it was perfect and totally real, a reality I don’t think I will ever be able to live without now that I’ve experienced it.
Suddenly, Olivia releases a funny little gasp and is rolling over towards me where she throws an arm over my chest as one of her legs hooks over mine. With her head nestled in close, under my arm, her nose and lips pressed into my side she makes a strange mewl and then drops into a deeper sleep, her breathing a testament to that.
The text alert on my phone sounds, but Olivia doesn’t even stir so I quickly grab it and see it’s a text from my dad, one that chills my blood when I open and read the message.
