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Grabbing me around the waist, he lifts me up into his arms bridal style and races up to the cottage.
We stumbleinto the house and kick off our shoes. Mason rips his shirt off while I fumble with the zipper on my dress. Growling in impatience, he spins me around, giving it a rough tug and sliding it down. My dress drops to the floor, and I turn back, grabbing hold of his belt and unclasping it.
Sealing his lips with mine again, I attack the button and zipper of his jeans. He breaks the kiss and cups my cheeks. “Are you really here?” His eyes well up, brimming with emotion as they roam over my face. “Please tell me this is real.”
“I’m here,” I croak. My heart on the verge of exploding as tears trickle down my face.
“F-uck baby,” he stutters, pressing his forehead to mine, his tears combining with my own. “I need you so much.”
He takes over undressing, removing his jeans and briefs in one go, his rock-hard cock springing free and standing to attention. I slide off my panties, and wasting no time, he lunges forward and hoists me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he marches us through to the bedroom.
Laying me down gently on the bed, he crawls over my body and plants himself between my legs, pressing his throbbing erection against my wet heat.
The fire burning between us calms into a gentle flicker as Mason slows the pace, giving me soft and tender kisses, breaking away every so often to look down on me with awe.
His fingers trail up to the underside of my jaw, and he pulls away to watch as his fingers sweep over every inch of my face. “I feel like I’m in a dream,” he whispers, running the tips over my lips, tracing over the outline with a featherlike touch.
“If this is a dream, I never want to wake up,” I reply.
His eyes meet mine. “Don’t ever leave me again. I won’t survive it.”
“Never.”
Sealing his lips over mine, his fingers move down and swipe through my wet folds. “Jesus, I want to take my time with you, but... if I’m not inside you in the next five seconds, I’m going to explode.”
“Mason—” I gasp as he circles my clit. “Now! take me now.”
Positioning himself at my entrance, he slowly pushes inside, stretching my walls and filling me, our mouths falling open and eliciting moans of relief as he buries himself to the hilt.
“I love you so fucking much, baby,” he rasps and starts to move, my hips rolling up to meet his with each thrust. The feel of him inside me again is phenomenal.
“I love you too.”
Pressing our foreheads together, he picks up the pace, his heavy breaths mingling with mine. “Say you’re mine.” He drives into me harder, hitting my cervix, his hips bottoming out with each thrust as if desperate to go deeper. Pressure spirals in my core, and my voice becomes lodged in my throat as I pant out sharp bursts of air. “Say you’re mine,” he repeats more forcefully this time.
“I... I’m…”
He angles his hips, the slight change causing him to hit that sweet spot inside, and I release a moan as electrical pulses fire up my nerve endings and gradually build in intensity.
“I’m yours.”
“Fuck yeah,” he growls, rolling his hips and driving me down into the bed as he pounds into me harder. The power behind each thrust making the headboard collide with the wall.
I lift my head and look down, watching his abdominal muscles flex and contract as he pistons in and out, the sight of it so mind blowingly erotic that it shoots zings of pleasure straight down to my clit.
“Do you like that, Flower?” Mason pants while I continue to watch him. “Do you enjoy watching me move inside you?”
“Oh god, Mason!” I cry, my belly tightening as my orgasm starts to crest, and I throw my head back, grasping onto my hair in desperation for something to hold on to. “I can’t—”
Removing my hand from my hair, he links his fingers with mine and holds on tight. “I’ve got you, baby,” his strangled voice rasps, his lips hovering over mine. “Come on, beautiful.” He closes his eyes for a split second before opening them again and locking back onto mine. “Come with me… fuck!”
His words are my undoing. I wrap my legs around his waist, holding on for dear life, as my walls clamp down on him and an orgasm—so intense it blankets the room white—rips through my body, forcing my back to arch up off the bed. He follows me over the edge, his guttural cries mingling with my own as we free-fall into an ocean of euphoric bliss.
Sweat drips off his forehead as he nuzzles his nose against mine, our bodies still trembling as the spasms from our orgasms fade.
“Jesus Christ that was intense,” he says, our chests moving in sync as our breathing slowly starts to return to normal. Placing his hand on my backside, he rolls onto his side, taking me with him and keeping himself firmly planted inside me.
We lie side by side, his eyes roaming over my face for a moment before shifting down and focusing on my tattoo. Lifting his hand and tracing circles around the outline, his brows slowly draw in.
