Page 19 of Housekeeping

He stopped and pulled back, rising on his elbows to look down at me.

“It’s your call how far we go tonight,” he said, his voice clear, eyes soft as they met mine. “You can keep your bra on if you want.”

I didn’t want that. Even if he was saying it for my benefit, it would be uncomfortable for me. Sex was messy and sweaty, and having clothes on when I fucked, especially my bra, just felt disgusting afterward.

“It’s fine,” I said. I arched my back a little and reached behind my back.

Mason didn’t try to help as I searched for the clasp of my bra to undo it, and I was grateful. Once I had the clasp undone, I settled back down, crossing my arms over my chest to hold onto the bra straps. I held that pose for a second, taking a deep breath, then slid it off and tossed it to the side.

My eyes wanted to look anywhere but at Mason. Still, I wanted to see the expression on his face, and when my eyes turned away for a moment, they flitted right back.

Mason didn’t even seem to hesitate. He leaned down to continue kissing me, starting from my neck and making his way down to my chest. He squirmed a little lower, so his face was level with my chest, his hands cupping both my breasts, squeezing lightly. His lips dropped little kisses all over my breasts, not leaving out my nipples, real and tattooed.

I was thrilled and so fucking happy, feeling shameless as I wrapped my limbs around him, wanting his body as close to mine as possible. His actions were enough to make me give in, and when he wrapped his lips around my nipple and sucked, I let out a little cry as my back arched, pushing my breast even further into his mouth.

“Naked,” I gasped, my thighs flexing around his once more as the throbbing between my thighs grew unbearable. “Please, Mason! Clothes off.”

He didn’t argue, letting out a little groan as he moved, so he was on his knees above me. I moaned a little because I had to pull my legs from around him, but his hand fumbling the button of my jeans was enough to distract me. I did the same, my hands moving to the waistband of his slacks, then around so I could undo his belt, then his button and zip. I tugged his slacks down, and they slid smoothly down his thighs. My jeans were a little too tight for that, and he pulled away to take them off, making me groan in protest.

Mason pulled my jeans lower off my legs as he slid down my body. He tossed them to the side, then did the same for his slacks, pausing for a second before he pulled off his briefs, too. I sucked in a harsh breath, seeing him erect for the first time.

“It’s not anything you haven’t seen before,” he murmured, crawling back over me, settling his hips between my spread thighs once more.

My eyes stayed on his cock the entire time. Fuck, he was at least ten inches, thick, the head already a flushed pink. Far from being daunted, I wanted him in me, fast. He didn’t seem to be in much of a hurry, and he let out a moan as he rocked against me, rubbing his cock against my sex through my panties.

“Don’t fucking tease me,” I growled, though I ruined the effect when he rocked his hips again and I let out another moan, deeper, throatier.

“I want this to last as long as possible,” he said, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck where he’d dug in his teeth before.

Letting out a growl, I ran my hands over his back, sliding down over his ass to cup his cheeks, then another moan as my hands flexed.

“I’ve dreamed of this ass,” I admitted, a little breathless as I squeezed his hard, toned globes in my palms. This time, when he rocked his hips against mine, I shifted my hips up to meet him, letting out a loud cry when the head of his cock rubbed against my clit. I squirmed against him, letting out more cries, feeling like I was close to orgasm already, and he wasn’t even in me yet.

Mason let out a husky little laugh that wasn’t helping the state my body was in. At last he moved, pulling back to tug off my panties, then reaching for the condoms. My hands got to them first, and I grinned up at him as I tore one from the strip and undid the wrapper. I wrapped my legs around his hips, tugging him lower as I reached between us, and smoothed the condom over his dick. I bit down on my lip, stroking him a few times so I could feel his thick length in my fingers.

He shifted his hips with a hiss, and it was my turn to grin. I was going insane with lust as it was. There was no way I going to hold out just to torture him a little. If we ever did this again, I could try it then. I guided the head of his cock to my entrance, then held my breath as he moved, slowly filling me up. I looked up, and our gazes held as he filled me to the hilt, then froze.

“Move,” I whispered, half urgent half pleading.

He didn’t wait for me to tell him twice. His hips started a gentle rhythm that had his cock rubbing my insides in all the right spots, ones that made my hips dance and my thighs tense. My hands moved back to his ass, and I moved my hips against him, my nails digging into his ass, trying to get him to move faster.

“Fuck me properly,” I moaned against his throat, my tongue nipping out to lick sweat from his silky skin.

“Oh, but I am,” Mason purred, ducking his head to place kisses all over my chest. “Don’t be so impatient, Laura.”

The way my name rolled off his tongue had another shiver running through my body. He didn’t make me wait for long, his thrusts becoming deeper, moving faster until he was fucking me hard and deep. I cried out with every thrust, loving the feel of his cock moving in and out of me, feeling so filled by him. My eyes squeezed closed as he fucked me, giving into the sensations pouring all over my body. Little shocks ran through my body, starting from every point where we were connected.

My cries grew louder the closer I got to climax, the pleasure climbing and climbing until I wondered just how high I would go. And then, before I was ready for it, the pleasure burst, and I let out a whimpering moan as my body shuddered, convulsing around Mason’s cock, still moving in and out of me. He buried his face in my neck, groaning, as his own body went still, then his hips jerked, his cock throbbing inside of me as he came.

We were both left spent, and he just barely managed to roll us over, so he didn’t fall on me and crush me, with his arms going around me and one of my legs thrown over his thighs. I felt drowsy as we caught our breath, and a small smile crept onto my face.

In the next moment, reality kicked in.

The sex was amazing. It made me feel so alive, like I hadn’t felt in ages, and I knew I wouldn’t regret my decision to sleep with Mason. I also knew that still, nothing would happen between us, because he was still out of my league, and it wasn’t like I was the first woman he’d ever taken to his bed. I couldn’t help but feel sad about it.

Well, I thought to myself, trying to find some silver lining, at least after this… his room shouldn’t be too hard to clean tomorrow.

Unless he decided to have a party or something.

“Should I leave…?” I murmured after some moments, a little unsure how we were going to go about this.

I’d never had a one-night stand or a fling before. I didn’t have the time or the chance to before I’d got sick, or the inclination afterward, so the only rules I knew were what I read of in romance novels.

Mason grumbled, his arms around me holding me tighter against his chest. His softening cock slid out of me as we shifted, and I let out a gasp at the feeling. Mason grumbled some more, reaching between us to pull off the condom, then dropping it off the side of the bed, before tugging me close once more. He reached for the sheets and wrapped it around us.

“Would it be a problem if you stayed?” he asked, his voice drowsy.

“I don’t have any clothes here…”

“Wear what you had today, then,” he said.

I wrinkled my nose. It would be more likely that I woke up to rush home for a change of clothes or something. He didn’t seem to want to release me, and I didn’t want him to let me go. This little fling would end at some point, but a night of comfort, sleeping in his arms, might not be too bad to indulge in.