That must have been enough for him because he suddenly clutches my hips and crashes me down on him. I cry out. His size makes my stomach tighten and my head fall forward.
Mason finds my eyes to make sure I’m alright. “With how much we’ve been fucking the last few months, I’m surprised you’re not used to me yet.”
When I bite his lip in return, he lifts me up and rolls me back down again. His head draws back with a loud groan. Sliding himself in and out, slowing down just toward the front in orderto set fire to the bundle of nerves in my clit. I break out in chills. My arms wrap around the nape of his neck as he lets me take the lead, riding him with the same rhythm he had. My legs burn, my nipples are hard, and I’m soaking him. The sounds of wet flesh slapping together ricochet off the walls of my condo.
“I need to be on top of you.” His voice cracks before hooking an arm around my body and quickly flipping me over so I’m lying farther up on the bed. I relax, letting him take control over me, moving and positioning us how he wants.
I look up at him now on my back, patiently waiting for him to fill me again. My body is humming. I squirm under him as he repositions himself so he’s hovering over me. Seeing his large body caging me in makes me feel helpless, vulnerable, and extremely turned on. I skim my fingers along his chest, his abs, and down to his stiff cock. I tightly wrap my hand around the base, sliding my palm along his length. He sucks in a gulp of air, pulling his head up.
“Bailey,” he says, lowering himself on top of me.
“Hmm?” I muse, continuing to pump him.
His elbows rest on the softness of the mattress before his hand cups my face. “Look at me.”
My heart jumps into my throat, and I instantly stare into the flare of his burning eyes.
His thumb and his index finger grip my chin, holding my focus. “Put me inside you.”
I nod, opening my legs wider. Our gaze tethered to one another. I witness his eyes change from emerald green to a darker moss color the moment I slide him into the welcoming heat between my legs. My eyes flutter closed, but Mason keeps his tight grip around my face, forcing them to stay open.
His hips roll back and forth as his thrusts slow, working himself deeper inside of me. I watch his jaw tense and his tongue dart out to lick his lips. Both causing me to tighten around him. Ilift my legs, wrapping them around his back, trying to keep him in place for fear he’ll pull out and the pleasure will be ripped from me.
Mason’s thrusts go from slow and purposeful to frenzied and desperate. An unclear amount of heavenly time passes as I’m multiple levels deep within the hunger that’s passing between us and the banging sound of my bed frame hitting the wall behind my head.
“I’m coming already. I’m sorry.” His voice is hoarse as he begins to lift off of me so he can pull out.
“I’m going too. Oh god, Mason!” I scream.
A decision made from pure pleasure and desperation, he remains inside of me while we both watch each other ride out our climaxes together, never breaking eye contact. The aftershocks send vibrations through my body while shivers roam freely through me.
Mason’s body twitches on top of mine, then he lowers himself down for a kiss that is hard and passionate. I’m barely able to catch my breath as his tongue possessively dives back into my mouth, devouring me once again.
Unexpectedly, a tear slips out from under my eyelashes and rolls down my cheek.
Mason notices and lifts his head above mine. “Are you alright?” he asks, wiping the tears with his thumb before sliding them down my neck. I feel a gentle tug as he twists a loose strand of hair in his finger while his other hand rubs the side of my cheek with the back of his knuckles.
“Yes.” I smile when I answer him, but for some reason, I’m overcome with emotion.
We lie like that for a few moments before he slowly lifts from inside of me, and I scoot myself to sit up. A combination of our arousals runs down my leg.
“I can see everything I gave you, just dripping down your leg, and that just makes me want to fill you again,” he says, biting his balled fist.
My cheeks burn, and I smile at his words.
“I’m gonna jump into the shower. I put a couple of bottles of water on my nightstand for you. I’m sure you’re going to need them,” I say, getting up to head into the bathroom, but Mason is quick on his feet, and his arm comes out to clutch my wrist.
“Thank you,” he says slowly, pausing before saying my name. I step back into his arms. We hold each other with no clothes on, allowing me to feel more vulnerable in this moment with Mason than I ever have.
I want to ask him so many questions about his dad’s diagnosis and about us. I want to offer words of encouragement about how advancements in cancer treatments allow people to live longer today than ever before. And if he senses something changing between us too. But I don’t. I don’t say anything. Instead, I stand here holding him, allowing him to experience his sadness without being alone. And without being aware that I think I’m falling in love with him.
“You don’t have to thank me.”
He rubs his thumb along my bottom lip, then takes two fingers under my chin, gently drawing my mouth to his for a soft, quick kiss. “I need to sleep,” he says through weighted eyelids.
“Yes, you should get some sleep. I’ll be in bed with you soon,” I tell him, just as he walks around to his side of the bed.His side of the bed.I watch as Mason folds himself into the thick down comforter and quickly falls asleep.
The minute I am alone in the bathroom, my body quietly melts against the closed door. I purse my lips together, taking a heavy breath in through my nose. My eyes sting; I squeeze them together dulling their pain. But despite my efforts, they leak.
