“Mason,please.”
I take a nipple into my mouth and lightly bite down, enjoying how her entire body shudders.
“Please what?”
She reaches between us and circles her hand around my aching cock, and I almost come right then.
“Please stop teasing me,” she says as her hand begins to slowly move, stroking me until I’m the one panting.
Her smile is pure sin. I’m not the only tease. I also can’t hold back any longer.
“Do we need to have the condom talk?” she asks, not stopping the rhythm of her hand as it pumps up and down my length.
Her question sounds casual, but it’s far from it. She wants to know if I’ve been with anyone else. The answer is a solid hell no.
“I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
I hadn’t noticed how tense she’d been while waiting for my reply until now.
“Me either.”
Good to know. It wouldn’t have mattered. Made me insanely, murderously jealous? Absolutely. But the past is just that—the past, exactly where it belongs. No more looking back. No more letting it control me. The only thing that matters is the woman under me. Our present and our future.
With one smooth thrust, I enter her. Aria mewls out her pleasure, moans my name. I’m making it my mission to hear those sounds over and over all night long.
Not breaking our connection, I gather her in my arms and lift her up. She wraps every part of herself around me as I hold her close, chest to chest. And we begin to move.
Our lips meet, our kiss slow and sensuous, mimicking the languid tempo of our lovemaking. One hand drops to her hip tohelp steady her as she rides me. The roll of her hips is torture of the best kind. When her inner walls begin to flutter, telling me she’s close, I ease her back to lie on the bed and lift her left leg by bend of her knee, opening her more fully for my next thrust.
Slow turns into punishing. Languorous into feverish.
Aria breaks our kiss and buries her face in my neck as I pound into her, taking her higher and higher. Giving everything I have to go deeper. Harder. Telling her with my body how much I love her. That she’s mine. But words are nice, too.
“Aria, I have loved you since the day we met,” I tell her, pulling out then pushing back in. Wet, warm. Perfect. “I loved you before, I love you now. I will love you always.”
“Don’t you dare make me cry right now.”
Too late. I see the lovely, lone tear escape, and I kiss it away.
I drive into her over and over again, pushing her for more. I angle in and hit the spot deep inside of her that I know will cause her to detonate within seconds.
Just as her walls clamp down, Aria cries out, chanting that she loves me too. She bows in my arms, and I bury my face between her breasts as the force of her orgasm obliterates every nerve ending in my body and triggers my own release.
She goes boneless as I collapse on top of her. We’re slicked with sweat and utterly spent. Remembering how much she enjoys feeling my body weight pressing her down, I cage her in and brush butterfly kisses over her face as her shudders die down.
Her eyes are bright and her smile goofy. I’m sure my face wears a matching expression.
Touching a finger to the curve of her mouth, I ask, “Happy?”
“More than happy.”
We grin at each other.
“Want to take a shower?”
“Depends.”
She swipes a piece of my hair off my forehead. I return the favor by twirling a strand of her coal-black hair around my index finger and enjoy how the silken tress glides over my knuckle as it unfurls.
