Page 71 of Untroubled Heart

His mouth crashes to mine as his hands scoop under my arse, and he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist, hands buried in his hair so I can hold him to me as our lips and tongues explore.

He lowers me to the mattress, our bare chests smashed together. The heat and weight of him are intoxicating, and the need for him spreads through my veins like a cure. Everything feels alive, renewed, powerful.

I thrust my hips up, frantically searching. For someone who had no trouble foregoing sex for a year, the desperation Mason evokes shatters my senses, and the only thing left is him. The way his lips linger at the end of every kiss. The way his hands move so unhurried as they roam my body, like he’s committing me to memory.

When I roll my hips against him again, he grips my hip. “Wait.” My body stills. “I just need to say something first.”

I nod, twisting my fingers in his hair.

“I told you yesterday it’s been a while for me.” Something I still struggle to comprehend. I’m certain it’s by personal design rather than a lack of opportunity. “I got myself a little treat, and I’m yet to experience it fully.”

“I’m not sure I’m following.” I’m certain I’m not.

“I… got my dick pierced.” My eyebrows jump, and my breath sputters. “This will be the first time I’m having sex with it, so it might be a bit of a learning experience on my end.” He chuckles.

The idea of him fucking me over and over until he gets it right has me failing to see a downside to this. The fact that I’m the first one who gets to do this with him fills me with a sense of possession, and just as quickly, jealousy flames the fire. I want to be the only one.

But that’s not something to worry about now. I just want to stay in this moment.

“I’m happy to help you figure it out.” I smile, bringing my lips back to his.

Mason takes over, greedily taking my mouth as his fingertips dig into my sides until he reaches the waistband of my shorts and underwear and pulls them down my legs. His eyes roam my lower half, and his fingers trace the skin around the scar from my C-section. I’m proud of my scar, a neat line, low on my abdomen, a permanent badge of honour for bringing my daughter into the world.

“Tell me you weren’t alone,” Mason whispers, eyes flicking to mine briefly before dipping back down to my stomach.

“I wasn’t alone.” I shake my head, my swallow filling the otherwise quiet room. Westley was there during Navie’s birth, Caspian arriving during my last hour of labour.

“Good.” Mason leans down, pressing a kiss to my scar, then shuffles back until he’s kneeling between my open thighs.

“Fuck.” He shakes his head. “I’m gonna have to grow some stamina when it comes to you. You’re so beautiful, I think I could come just looking at you.”

“That sounds like a fun theory to test,” I say, biting my lip as I draw a foot up the deep grooves on his stomach to his chest.

Mason catches my ankle and brings it to his mouth, pressing a kiss just above the bone. “I’d rather eat your pussy until I learn.”

I grip the sheets as I squirm under his studious gaze. “You drive a hard bargain, but I guess we can do it your way.”

He steps off the end of the bed and slowly unzips his jeans, then pushes them down his thighs. I lean up on my elbows, watching as he steps out of them. My pussy throbs as my eyes zero in on the outline of his hard cock through his grey boxer briefs.

I force myself to take a deep breath when his hands move to his underwear, and suddenly, he’s standing before me, naked. Long, hard, and pierced, Mason Heart is gorgeous.

I’ve never been with someone pierced, never really gave it much thought. The silver barbell through the top and underside of the head of his cock is the most erotically pleasing thing I’ve ever seen.

Mason kneels on the bed, and my legs fall open again, welcoming him between them, but he doesn’t rest on top of me. He lowers to his stomach, shoulders wedging their way under my thighs as he looks up at me with a hungry grin.

“Did you like when I did this yesterday?” The breath that escapes with his words ghosts over my exposed centre, making me shiver.

I swallow. “Yes.”

“Good,” he says, darting his tongue out to make one long, slow swipe from my opening to my clit.

My eyes fall shut as my head drops back between my shoulders.

“Eyes on me, Callie baby,” he commands as his hands push down on my knees, spreading me wider. “I want you to watch as I make your pretty pussy weep for me.”

I look up just in time to see him suction his mouth over my clit. My stomach coils tight as he flicks his tongue slowly. He explores all around my pussy with gentle kisses, little nips of his teeth and teasing caresses until I am a needy, weeping mess for him.

I moan when he presses a finger to my entrance, not venturing all the way in yet, just making small circles. I hold one hand to the back of his head as I thrust my hips to chase more.