My gaze snaps back to hers, and we stare at each other for a moment. My eyes travel down her smooth body. ‘I’m clean, also. I’m game if you are.’
‘Yes,’ she murmurs.
As she raises onto her knees slightly, I shift underneath her, positioning her on top of me. She sinks down my length, and we simultaneously let out a groan. The feel of her clenched around me is otherworldly. She curses, glancing down at where my body meets hers, taking her lip between her teeth as she adjusts to my size. After a moment, she begins to roll her hips, and I move with her, finding the perfect rhythm together.
Securing her with one hand, I bury my face between her breasts and thrust up inside her. She chokes on her breath as she continues to ride me, matching me thrust for thrust. Her hands roam over my chest and slip around my neck as she leans down, kissing me hard. I continue to move inside her, feeling us both grow slick with sweat and breathless from the exertion. Her fingers tangle through my hair as she rocks forwards and back, pulling harshly on my scalp, and it feels fucking amazing. Slipping my thumb against her clit, I rotate it, applying pressure in the way I know will have her crumbling. She quickens her pace, both of us moving feverishly. I feel her tighten around me, and she lets out an incoherent sound. I thrust harder and deeper, and she rides out the wave of the high for a moment. She sags against me, breathless, a dazed expression on her face.
Recovering quickly, her limbs loosen, and she releases her tight hold on me. I use this lack of control on her behalf to yank her off me and flip us off the lounge. We fall to the floor, and I slam back inside her once more. She releases a half-cry, half-moan, arching her back as I pump in and out of her. Leaning forward, I sink my teeth into her shoulder, enjoying her cursing in that breathy way I love so much. My hand moves to her throat, lightly tracing its slender curve. I meet her eyes, and she nods. My hands tighten around her throat as I fuck her hard and relentlessly.
‘Harder,’ she gasps.
‘Of course, Blush,’ I grunt. ‘Anything for you.’
I tighten my hold a little more, and she whimpers, eyes rolling into the back of her head. Seeing how much she loves this is such a turn on.
‘Touch yourself,’ I demand, sweat dripping down the back of my neck. ‘I want you to come again.’
She almost sobs as her hand moves to her sensitive clit. My hips thrust forward one last time and I feel myself explode inside her. A gasp leaves me as she cries out my name, twitching and jerking against me as she also climaxes. I pump again, long and slow, draining every last drop before I pull out of her, and we collapse in a sweaty pile on the floor.
‘Fucking hell,’ she mutters.
‘I’ll say,’ I agree.
Turning to face her, I draw her towards me, and plant a kiss on the side of her head. We both sit in a breathless silence. I feel as if I almost blacked out from the pleasure rolling through me at the end. Curling my arms around her, I bury my face into her neck and hold her to me.
It’s the best feeling in the world.
44
ANYA
WHEN I BLINK AWAKE,I stare around in confusion for a few moments as the world settles, and I realise where I am. Mason is beside me, lying on his stomach, his arm slung over my abdomen. His tanned skin and dark hair looks perfect among his pale sheets. Reaching out, I run my nails lightly down his back. He releases a soft groan.
‘Waking up beside you is my new favourite morning routine,’ I say.
Slowly shifting, he gazes up at me. ‘Me too, Blush.’
After spending an hour rolling around in his bed, and then in the shower, we finally manage to detangle from each other long enough to get ready. I just can’t get enough of him. The feeling of his mouth on mine, his skin on my skin, the way he moves in and out of me. I sigh blissfully as I pull my brush through my hair.
Trotting downstairs, I see Mason is already there. Two mugs of coffee sit on the bench.
‘I’m cooking eggs on toast,’ he announces.
Walking over to him, I wrap my arms around his waist and press my cheek against his shoulder. ‘I love this,’ I whisper.
‘You love what?’
‘This,’ I say, tightening my hold on him. ‘You.Us.’
Twisting so that our lips can meet, he pecks his against mine. ‘Me too.’
Plopping down onto the seat, I wince at the pain between my legs. I lost count of how many times we ended up on top of each other over last night and this morning, but the soreness in my legs will remind me of it all day, I’m sure.
‘Have you got your results for the art assignment yet?’ Mason asks. ‘I’m assuming you have, since it got selected.’
I nod. ‘Yeah. I aced it.’
Grinning, he turns to face me. ‘I knew you would. It was awesome.’
