We moved without really thinking about it. A step here, then another there, until the back of Mason’s knees bumped against the couch.
He pulled back slightly, breath a little uneven.
“You really sure about this?” I had to ask, cupping his cheek again.
“Yeah. I’ve never been absolutely certain of anything in my life,” he said.
His shoulders relaxed. Then he leaned forward and kissed me again, softer this time but no less sure. The world narrowed down to warmth and quiet touches.
My jacket slipped off first, landing somewhere behind me. Mason’s followed not long after.
My fingers brushed the edge of his shirt and paused. He caught my wrist gently. For a moment I thought he might stop me, but instead he gave a small nod.
The shirt slid over his head, revealing the smooth line of his shoulders. Mason looked almost shy under my gaze, arms crossing briefly before I caught his hands.
“You don’t have to hide,” I murmured.
“I’m not used to being looked at like that,” he said.
“Like what?” I had to ask.
“Like I matter.”
The words hit me straight in the chest.
“You do,” I said quietly.
Mason studied my face like he was searching for any hint of doubt.
Apparently he didn’t find any, because a moment later he tugged my shirt up over my head. In no time at all, we were both naked.
“Seems only fair,” he said softly.
I chuckled under my breath. “Guess it is.”
We drifted toward the bedroom slowly, stopping more than once to steal more kisses along the way. Nothing rushed, nothing frantic.
We were simply two people discovering each other piece by piece.
By the time we reached the bed, the outside world felt very far away. Mason sat on the edge first, looking up at me with that same shy smile that had been undoing me all day.
“You’re staring again,” he said.
“Can’t help it,” I told him.
“Why?”
I brushed my fingers through his hair.
“Because you look amazing,” I told him.
His laugh was quiet and disbelieving. Still, he leaned into the touch. I lowered him to the bed slowly, until he lay on his back.
Then I took my time, exploring every inch of his gorgeous body. I left a trail of kisses down his throat, his chest.
I took one of his flat nipples in my mouth, sucking softly until he cried out. Lower I went, licking and kissing him until I reached his stomach, his thighs.
His member was already thick and hard, and so was mine. I couldn’t wait to be inside him. I flipped Mason on his hands and knees, and he positioned himself at the edge of the bed.
