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With two fingers still pulsing inside me, milking the residual waves of pleasure that surged through me, he reached for the nightstand and brought a condom to his mouth, and then I heard the rip of foil opening.
His mouth found mine, and he kissed me more slowly, more passionately, like he was committing the shape and feel of my mouth to memory.
His fingers slid out of me for a moment, and then grazed over my still sensitive bud, and I whimpered into his mouth as he gently spread my legs open and lowered himself between them.
His hands threaded through mine above my head, and held them there, pinned to the mattress as he eased into my slick warmth. “Oh…” I breathed, remembering the fullness. My head fell back, and he wasted no time making a meal out of my neck as he slowly sank into me.
“You’re so wet for me, baby.” His hands floated over the sensitive skin on the inside of my arms as he trailed his fingers towards my face. Then his thumbs grazed over my eyelids, and my temples as he slid out of me and then so torturously, and slowly back in.
I gripped his hips, desperate to feel his full length. “Deeper.” I begged, and he greedily obliged, sinking all the way into me this time, causing me to arch my back as he swept over my sweet spot.
“You like that?” He growled into my ear.
“You’resohard.” I panted as his hips molded against mine. There was no escaping the rigid, unforgiving length of him.
“I’m always hard for you, baby.” He rocked against me, and I gasped as my sweet spot came alive with need. He rocked in and out of me as, once again, the world faded away. Only the slick sweat of our bodies and the ragged sound of our breathing existed now.
“You’re mine.” He growled into my ear as I approached another climax. “Riding my cock like such a good girl.” He praised me as I writhed under him, beginning to see white.
And then I shattered once more, clenching around his incredible fullness, the walls of my center fluttering around his length as he jerked into me. I screamed as the pleasure rippled through me, again and again.
With the words of love in the air, and the fear of nightmares under both our closed eyes, we ravished each other's bodies until the early hours of the morning; until we were both thoroughly and completely incapable of staying awake for another second.
I drifted off, wrapped in corded muscle, riding out the waves of my dizzy pleasure.
* * *
Mason patted his knee,and I gave him a glimmering look before sitting down on his lap. He went back to typing on his laptop with both arms on either side of me. I was wearing another one of his giant T-shirts and a pair of panties, and my stomach tightened as I pushed back and rolled my hips against him, feeling his fullness pressing into me from behind.
His breath was husky in my ear, but still he continued typing. I leaned back, letting my head rest in the crook of his shoulder and neck and began touching myself, running my hands over my stomach, and then up over my breasts.
I watched as Mason made a mistake typing and went back and corrected it. Three times he corrected what he was writing. I nipped at his throat, and his fingers went still, his own eyes closing.
“What’s the matter? Can’t focus?” I taunted while he stilled against me. I loved that when I touched him. His body responded just as much as my body responded to him. I was finally getting all of him, as he relaxed more fully into his desires for me. “Fuck me on this table, Mason.” I breathed.
We’d made love all night, and this morning there was nothing but thick sexual tension in the air. I wanted more of him, but he was determined to prove his innocence to me, that he wasn’t some international terrorist conspirator. He’d said the key to what we needed was on the hard drive, and I knew we needed to work quickly, anyway. This was so much bigger than just the two of us. But something in me had shifted in those early morning hours in his arms, here in this quiet beach house, just me and him.
Coming off the biggest adrenaline spike of my life, and what was undoubtedly the trauma of my life… I had thought for a solid twenty-four hours that he was going to kill me. So I went to kill him first, only, I realized I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t pull the trigger. In that brief moment of hesitation, I’d given him a window, and he’d taken it. When he’d disarmed me in the kitchen, I’d both felt relieved that I wouldn’t have to kill him, and terrified that he was going to kill me instead. And then, to my shock, he hadn’t…
Maybe I’d gotten everything twisted up, maybe I wasn’t thinking clearly. Instead of killing me, he’d cared for me, bathed me, held me, while I screamed in my nightmares, and then… he’d said those three little words.
Those three little words that I’d been feeling for years. Hearing his love confession, feeling my affections being returned in full. It was a dream come true; it was intoxicating.
He was all I could focus on.
I realized, even without the evidence, that was likely sitting at the edge of his fingertips at the moment... I believed him, and believing him meant that I could forget some of the reasons I’d run in the first place.
It was complicated, and layered, but in Mason’s arms last night, I knew deep in the fibers of my being that he wasmy person, and that maybe he’d made some shitty choices, but that I was safe with him, ultimately.
And that was all I needed to know that I wasn’t playing into some veiled, sinister plan. I didn’t have the evidence right now, but what I did have was the feeling in my gut. I believed him when he’d said Viktor was going to send a team for me. I’d understood why he’d made that choice now. I understood that it was the shittiest way he’d been able to protect me, but in its way, that’s what it was, him protecting me.
And if his motivation had been to protect me, then not only was I safe with him, but I was loved by him. And after everything that happened, I needed to be loved. Because the alternative was that I let the darkness inside me consume me, and snuff out my light.
For a moment there, I’d wanted to succumb to it, to slip into the darkness, but Mason was a tether, guiding me back into the daylight.
So I made a choice to forgive him, to receive the love I so desperately needed.
To stay in the light.
