Mason then reached for my legs and started pulling me toward him, while my lips were still locked on him.
I heard him say in the most sensual and dark voice, “Let me taste you.”
So I positioned myself to where his face was inches from my core. He hugged my hips to keep me still and continued his tongue assault on me.
“Shit baby, you taste so fucking good,” he told me.
I tried to control my body’s reaction to him, but I couldn’t. He undid me.
“I need to be inside you, baby.”
I turned around to where our lips instantly connected, and he easily entered me.
“Fuck me baby,” he asked in an almost pleading voice, and I did.
I kept my eyes on him as I moved up and down, pulling my hips towards him each and every time I came down on him. I moved slowly at first. Then I moved faster, until I felt both of our releases coming.
“That’s it, baby… Ho-ly shit,” he growled.
We both moved our hips, as we pleasured each other. We came together, and I fell on his chest. I was spent after bringing myself to multiple orgasms before we both went over the edge. The next thing I knew, he flipped me over to where his body was on top of mine. His hips withdrew, and he then plunged forward…rolling to drag pressure against me.
“I’m not done with you yet…You’re still mine?”
“You know I am,” I said, breathless as I felt another orgasm careening its way through me.
“You’re fucking right. You belong to me, baby, and not to anyone else. You feel so good, baby; like heaven.”
We spent the next few hours making love until we passed out still connected to each other.
I stirred to feeling fingers caressing my face. I smiled, stretched, and then opened my eyes. Mason was sitting next to me. I sat up still smiling, until I noticed he was dressed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him.
“I have to go,” he told me simply.
“Go where, Mason? I don’t understand,” I lied, because I knew exactly where he was going.
“Roland called me. He got the Intel that we needed. I have to go.”
I nodded my head. “I know you do. But can you promise me you’ll come back to me?”
Mason shook his head. “Maxine, I can’t…” he started, but I didn’t let him finish.
“No, Mason. You listen to me.” I crawled out of the bed and climbed on his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Don’t you let go of me, you understand? Let me help you get through this, okay? I’m so much stronger than you think. Baby, please promise me you’ll come back to me. Don’t let go of me…of us…please.”
He wouldn’t say anything to me. He wouldn’t even look at me, and I felt like I was losing him already.
“Mason, baby, look at me, please.” I waited until his blue eyes fell on mine. “I love you so much, and, damn it, I can’t live without you. I just don’t work without you, okay? You belong to me and I belong to you. We’re getting married, remember? You said ‘yes.’”
I rubbed his face, my hands going over the stubble on his cheek. Tears were falling down my face now, but I never removed my eyes from his. I wanted him to feel how much I needed him…how much I loved him. I needed to let him know everything.
“Just let me take care of you this one time, okay? I promise to give you your job back. Just don’t let go of me… Promise me, Mason.”
Mason leaned his forehead on mine. I felt the drops of wetness from his eyes on my thighs.
“I don’t know if I can, Max,” he whispered.
“Yes, you can. Let me help you.”
I moved his face so that his eyes were back on mine. I saw that they were now red and moist. I caressed his cheeks softly, ran my hands through his hair, and touched as much of him as I could.
“I’ll be home waiting for you. I’m yours, baby. If you want me, I’m all yours. Promise me you’ll come back. I’m all yours.”
I lightly pressed my lips to his, and I repeated that I was his. Finally, I felt the resolve in him. He touched my face and deepened the kiss.
When he parted, he whispered, “And I’m yours.”
“Then promise me.”
He still wouldn’t say the words, and I felt myself start to lose it. My breathing started to accelerate. It felt like the day Bunny’s brother was trying to come and get me…or the other times.
“Oh, God… Mason, please.”
I couldn’t stop the shudders that racked my body. I put my head in my hands and cried.
“Okay, baby,” Mason finally answered. “Please stop crying. Okay, I promise… I promise.”
He pulled me into a tight hug, as I rested my face in the crock of his neck. I inhaled him deeply, as I tried to control myself. He kept telling me over and over again that he promised. I wanted to believe him. I did, but my heart and my body felt I would never see him again. So I couldn’t stop crying.