“Yes. Kind of inconvenient.”
“Why is it inconvenient?”
“Because it’s morning.”
“It’s still early. We can do something if you want.”
“We can?” My voice squeaks slightly from a hot surge of excitement.
He chuckles and moves one hand down to the strap of my nightgown. “Why not? Sun won’t come up for more than an hour. We might as well make use of the time.”
“Okay.” I shuffle under the covers until I take off my gown. He only has his underwear on, but he takes them off too.
“How were they doing it in that book?”
“Well, I don’t know. It was sometimes hard to visualize the positions. Once, she was on her hands and knees, and he was behind her.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Like the cows?”
“Y-yeah. I think so. Anyway, that was weird. And in another scene, she was on top.”
“Would our parts even line up?”
“I don’t know.” He’s lying on his back right now, so I adjust the covers so I can climb on top of him. I stretch out the way he does on top of me.
He’s smiling as he helps me move my body. He must be getting into it too because he’s already hard. I can feel his shaft poking at me.
But he’s right.
Our parts don’t line up.
“I think your book was lying to you,” Mason says, warm and amused.
“Maybe.” I sigh and lift myself so I’m upright so I can get a better view at how our groins might align. “Oh wait.”
He realizes the same thing I do as we stare down at his thick, firm shaft angled upward. All I have to do is liftmyself higher with my thighs and I can move myself above it.
He helps, holding himself in position with one hand and guiding my pelvis over him and then down.
Since I’m already wet and pliant from all my earlier sexy thoughts about the book, he slides right in.
I grin down at him, thrilled with this success.
He shifts restlessly beneath me and takes a raspy breath.
“Does it not feel good to you?” I ask, worried because he’s not smiling back at me.
“Fuck, it feels… so damn good.” He rocks his hips up a few times. “And I get to see you above me looking all…” He sucks in another hoarse breath.
“How do I look?”
“Beautiful and… and soft and curvy and… all mine.”
I’m already washed with pleasure and excitement, but his words add a new wave of warm feeling. “Yours?”
“Aren’t you?”
He’s really asking. He wants to know.
