‘I fucking love you, too.’ His crooked half-smile finally widens to reveal his pure, genuine smile, the one reserved for me. ‘Now come here, Blush, and let me give you something toreallyblush about.’ Gripping my hips, he drags me slowly up his body. ‘Be a good girl and sit on my face.’
My stomach bottoms out at the raspy demand that falls from his lips. I climb up his torso, my heart in my throat. With his hands planted firmly on my hips, he guides me onto his face, and his tongue licks straight up the centre of me, running directly across my clit. An unrecognisable sound leaves me as I jerk in his hold. His fingers dig into my hips, keeping me in place as his tongue darts over me again. A groan leaves me as I begin to rock back and forth, grinding against his tongue, creating the perfect blend of friction. A choked gasp rips from my throat and I fall forward, gripping the bedhead – I’m so glad this hotel room has a bedhead – and curl my fingers around it as I continue my pace, feeling electricity shoot through my body, running straight down to the most sensitive part of me, making me feel like I have a heartbeat between my legs.
‘I’m going to—’
I don’t even get to finish my sentence as my whimper fills the room, and my orgasm crashes through me with an intensity like nothing I’ve experienced. My heart thuds in my ears as I move back down to his waist, barely able to catch my breath.
Mason smirks up at me, face completely soaked. Propping himself up on his elbows, he runs his tongue around his mouth. ‘So,’ he murmurs, his deep voice vibrating from his chest. ‘Did that make you blush?’
‘It made me see stars,’ I confess, recycling the words he threw at me a few weeks ago.
He grins, looking triumphant. Falling off him, I land on my back. He rolls on top of me, and the weight of his body on mine feels incredible. His fingers caress the curve of my hip as he gently moves against me, peppering the length of my neck with hot, wet kisses. His mouth moves to my breast, and he sucks my nipple into his mouth, circling his tongue around it. I squirm, loving the sensation. His other hand moves across my stomach, dipping between my thighs. His finger glides across my slick entrance, and he moans into my mouth, his erection hard and thick, pressed against my hip.
‘You’re so wet.’
‘You’re so hot,’ I say, not sure if I can even speak English coherently right now. My head is light and fuzzy, and my body scorches with heat and need. The ache to feel him inside me fills me so desperately, I can’t think straight. Roaming my hands across his broad shoulders and down the hard planes of muscles, I memorise every inch of him with my hands, with my eyes, taking in every single moment, not wanting to ever forget how he is making me feel.
‘I’m so sorry for last time,’ he whispers against my skin.
‘This is making up for it.’
He chuckles. ‘I don’t think anything could make up for it.’
‘Shh,’ I whisper, capturing his mouth with mine. ‘Just kiss me.’ I pull back, sucking his lip. Our eyes meet, and I release his mouth. ‘And fuck me like you’ve always wanted to.’
His eyes darken. I move my hand, wrapping it around the length of him and moving it up and down. He releases a sharp hiss, burying his face into my neck and biting me softly. I groan as I continue to move my hand.
Reaching over to his pants, he drags out his wallet and plucks a condom out of it. Bringing the packet to his mouth, he rips it open with his teeth, then rolls it onto himself in one fluid movement. My mouth feels dry as I gaze at him, finding every single thing he does intoxicatingly sexy.
Bringing his hands to my cheeks, he kisses my freckles. ‘I love you,’ he murmurs, eyes sizzling with electricity as we stare at each other, chests heaving.
‘I love you.’
Bracing himself on top of me, he settles between my legs, then gently eases inside me. We groan simultaneously, and I lift my hips, allowing him to sink deeper inside, hitting me at an angle that feels amazing. His hips thrust forward, and my head falls back into the pillows, my fingernails scraping over his shoulders as my legs tighten around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust. My skin feels hot all over as he moves inside me, stretching me deliciously, making me feel full.
I’ve lost track of time. All I can focus on is his pace, the weight of him and the way I’m getting closer and closer to the edge of release with each thrust. His thumb rubs circles against my clit as he quickens his pumps, and my moans morph into desperate sounding cries. The orgasm rising inside me detonates, pulsing through my body in violent waves, and I feel like I lose consciousness for a second because everything is bright and white and then suddenly, I’m back in the room, my body ebbing and flowing in my post-orgasm glow, the love of my life devouring my mouth with a deep kiss.
He pulls out of me, and I let out a cry at the loss of contact. Expertly, he flips me onto my stomach and yanks my hips back, sliding inside me all in one movement. A whimper leaves me, this new position feeling even better as he thrusts hard and fast, curling my hair – the bun long gone – around his knuckles. The pain of it, mixed with the intense thrusts, almost makes me feel like I could come again.
‘You feel so good,’ he groans.
I feel him pulse inside me as he spills his release, thrusting hard one last time before sagging against me, sweaty and breathless. Slowly, he pulls out of me, and we collapse in a tangle of limbs on the bed, neither of us able to form a sentence or breathe enough oxygen into our lungs. Dragging me to his side, he kisses the corner of my mouth, and I bury my head into his chest.
‘I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into,’ he murmurs.
‘Hmm?’ I hum, tilting my head back to gaze at him.
‘I’m never going to be able to stay away from you now,’ he says softly, that crooked smile I love so much back on his lips.
‘Good.’ I smile. ‘I’m hoping you don’t.’
36
ANYA
Three Years Earlier
EVERY DAY FEELS ENDLESSand unbearable. I walk down the beach, but it’s lacking its golden glow as the sky is grey and dreary, making the sand look pale. My gaze wanders to my left, to the empty space beside me.
