And now his fingers are inside me, and it feels even better.
"Grind on them," he growls in my ear, his voice rough with lust. "Feel them rubbing your pussy. Moan my name."
I do. Oh fuck, I do.
"Mason," I moan, rolling my hips, working myself on his fingers. "Mason, fuck, Mason—"
My hand reaches behind me, finding his cock. It's still hard, still thick, pressing against my ass. I stroke him awkwardly, probably doing an awful job because I'm so distracted by what his fingersare doing to me, but he doesn't seem to mind. His cock throbs in my hand, the head slapping against my ass cheek with each stroke.
I lean back, my face against the bunch of his shoulder as he fingers me faster. The hot water cascades down my body, over my breasts, between my legs. It's too much. Too overwhelming. Every sensation cranked up to eleven.
"I'm gonna—" I can't finish the sentence. Can't warn him before I'm coming, my pussy clenching around his fingers, my legs trembling.
He doesn't stop. Keeps fingering me through the orgasm, drawing it out, making it last longer than any orgasm I've ever had. My whole body is shaking, and I should tell him to stop, should tell him it's too much, but no words come out.
I've never felt anything like this before.
Then suddenly I lose control completely. Something breaks open inside me, and I'm squirting all over the bathroom. Water gushes from me, mixing with the shower spray, and I can't stop it. Can't control it.
I'm mortified.
I've never squirted before. Didn't even know I could. And now I'm doing it all over Mason's hand, all over the shower floor, making a complete mess.
I'm too ashamed to turn around and look him in the eyes.
"I'm sorry," I gasp out. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—"
He takes my hair and moves it away from my neck, his lips finding that sensitive spot just below my ear. "You have nothing to apologize for," he murmurs, kissing down my neck. "Fuck, Lily. I love it. Love seeing you lose control like that."
"You do?" My voice is small, uncertain.
"It shows how eager you are to take my cock." His teeth graze my earlobe. "Now bend over. Face down, ass up. Let me claim what's mine."
I obey immediately, bracing my hands on the shower wall, arching my back, presenting myself to him. I can feel him behind me, one hand spreading my ass cheeks, the other guiding his cock to my entrance.
Then he's pushing inside, and I gasp at the stretch. He's so thick. So big. Filling me completely.
He grabs a handful of my hair and starts fucking me.
It's incredible. Better than anything I've ever felt. I extend my arms fully, palms flat against the bathroom wall because I have nothing else to grab onto. My body is thrown back and forth as he fucks me harder than any man before him.
I was afraid he'd complain, afraid that after having a baby, I wouldn't be tight enough for him. But with a cock as big as his, it clearly makes no difference. I feel so fucking stuffed. So full. I can tell when his cock is only halfway in versus when he presses all the way inside, burying himself to the hilt.
"Mason," I moan. "Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good."
"This is only the first time I'm fucking you," he growls, his hips slamming against my ass. "But it won't be the last. No way I'm letting all this ass go anywhere."
No man has ever complimented my flat ass before. They always wanted more, wanted me to have curves in places I don't, wanted me to be something I'm not.
But Mason loves it. Loves me exactly as I am.
He keeps grabbing my ass, slapping it hard enough to sting. I hope he leaves handprints. Hope I can look at them later in the mirror, touch myself while remembering this moment. Remember what it felt like to be wanted this badly.
Then he pulls out, and I'm confused. I start to turn around, about to ask what's wrong, but before I can say a word, his cock is touching my belly. He steps forward, forcing me to step back until my back hits the warm tile wall.
"I want to fuck you while seeing your face," he says, his dark eyes intense.
"It's not a pretty face to look at while I moan," I protest weakly.
