“I think this is going to be it for me.” It was already one too many.
“I’m assuming there’s a sentimental meaning behind it since it has those names in it? Something you brought in for them to do?”
I just nodded my head. I knew that he wanted me to tell him the story behind it, why I had chosen that particular design, but I decided not to tell him about Evie’s death quite yet. I wasn’t ready to relive the entire event and my brain needed an escape from analyzing the what-ifs and the what-nows that had begun while I sat alone in my living room earlier. Also, I didn’t want his pity. I wanted him to be with me because he wanted to be, not because he felt like he needed to make my hurting feel better, like it was some duty. Not like Ash.
I kissed his neck and deflected the conversation off of any mention of Evie. “I did miss you, smart ass.” I pulled back slightly and smirked. I traced my finger down his jaw line, “Are you ready to show me just how much you missed me?”
He didn’t answer with words. Instead he captured my mouth with his and kissed me with intense passion and fervor. There was no gentle brushing of the lips or timid touching of tongues; it was open mouths, clashing teeth, dueling tongues, and roaming hands. He lifted me up so that I could wrap my legs around his waist and he walked us out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. Our mouths never left one another’s.
Mason lowered me onto the bed with my head nestled into the pillows. He hovered over me still completely dressed and I reached for the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head. He obliged and I was rewarded with the sight of his impressive upper body. I could never get tired of studying the tattoos that covered him, I loved tracing each one, first with my finger and then with my tongue. I looked down at his pants, they needed to go too. I unknowingly said the last phrase aloud and he shook his head and smiled, “Not yet. First, I’m going to show you just how much I missed you, angel. Now, put your hands above your head here and grab hold of the headboard. Don’t move your hands, just enjoy me enjoying you.” I didn’t think twice. I lifted my arms above my head and held the wooden slats tightly. I needed this so fucking bad. I needed to forget everything else.
He lowered himself on top of me to where our bodies were pressed against each other, but not to the point where his weight was heavy on me. He started at the place right behind my ear that I knew he loved, and then made his way down my body exploring every square inch of my body with either his hands, his lips, or his tongue. He left behind a wake of fire, his touch searing my skin and leaving a warmth entrenched deep inside me.
Mason traveled all the way down my leg to my foot and then back up again. He was extremely careful around the raised and irritated skin on my leg. When he reached my already slick folds, he didn’t hesitate to extend the treatment to my most private of areas. He utilized all of his weapons of mass pleasure at once - his tongue flicking my clit, his mouth sucking on my lips, and his fingers deep inside my core. It didn’t take him long to bring me to my first orgasm. He knew my body probably as well as he knew his own, and he loved knowing that he could bring me to the edge and then push me over so fast. I sure as hell didn’t mind either. I had heard that many girls didn’t experience regular orgasms either because the guy they were with didn’t care whether or not she came or didn’t know how to bring her there. I guess I lucked out that my sex coach without sex was so experienced, and I often got to experience multiple orgasms in a night, all by the magic he worked with his hands and mouth.
It took me several minutes to come down from my trip into sensual outer space. Mason continued working his way up my body, rubbing and kissing me, until he reached my face. He hesitated to kiss me, I had never kissed him on the mouth after he went down on me, but for some reason, at that moment, tasting myself on Mason’s mouth seemed like the most natural thing to do. I released the headboard and grabbed the back of his head while rising up to meet his mouth halfway. That was the sexiest kiss I had ever experienced and by the sounds that came from Mason, I think he felt the same. I felt his cock jerk on my stomach and my body instinctively pushed against him. We groaned into each other’s mouth, we were both struggling against the carnal need that was fighting to be fulfilled.
“Scarlett, you have no idea… I’m trying…” he whispered. I cut him off by putting my index finger over his lips to shh him. I used my other hand to reach between our bodies and push down on the elastic band of his pants. He lifted his body so that I could rid him of his last piece of clothing.
When he lowered himself back on top of me, his erection was pressed against my clit and pubic bone. The pressure on my nub alone was enough to drive me crazy with lust. He kissed me softer and slower than he had earlier. I appreciated that he was trying to be gentle and tender, but my body was hungry and desperate.
“More. I need more,” I panted, wiggling my body against his.
Mason’s body stilled and he lifted up so that we were no longer touching. I whimpered at the loss of contact. He locked his eyes on mine. “Scarlett, you said you didn’t want to. Please don’t… I can’t say no to you.” He closed his eyes and shook his head slightly. “I want it to mean something for you. You need to love the person you’re with the first time, make it special. Look, I am hopelessly in love with you, but I know that you love Ash… and sometimes that’s just the way things work out. But I don’t just want to just fuck you, I want to make love to you. Like I’ve never done with anyone else.” He lowered his eyes at his confession.
I was shocked to hear Mason say that he was in love with me, but I selfishly wouldn’t give that moment back for anything - the first time a guy said he loves me. It made me feel comforted and wanted and alive. I knew that I loved Ash, but I was so angry at him. And I was so angry at Evie for dying and leaving me alone. Mason’s touch was the only thing that made me feel better, and damn it, I deserved to feel better. So I did the most selfish thing I could do, I lied.
I cupped Mason’s face in my hands and forced him to look at me as I said the words. “I love you, Rat. I love you so much and I want you to make love to me right now.”
Chapter 28
“I love you, Rat. I love you so much and I want you to make love to me right now.”
The words that had just tumbled from my mouth echoed loudly through my head. Still cupping his face in my hands just centimeters from my own, I looked in Mason’s hooded eyes to gage his reaction to my deceitful declaration of love. I feared that he would question my intent or sincerity, but instead his gray orbs lit up and sparkled down at me.
“Say it again,” he whispered, a smile playing at the edge of his mouth.
I took a deep breath and made the final decision to see this thing through. Lying flat on my back with his beautifully massive frame hovering over me, I felt safe, protected, and cherished in his presence. But most importantly, I didn’t feel alone. I couldn’t do alone.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“And what else?” He leaned down to lightly kiss my lips, but made sure to simultaneously lower the weight of his hips so that his erection was once again pressed against my clit. My hips naturally lifted up to his to increase the friction and I moaned softly into his mouth.
“Make love to me Mason. I need you inside me,” I panted.
“My pleasure, Angel,” he drawled and blanketed himself over me.
I had thought that the sexual interactions Mason and I had shared before were passionate, but nothing could have prepared me for the intensity that followed those three words. At first, he kissed me ever so delicately and purposefully, taking his sweet time assaulting my mouth and tongue with his own. My hands ran through his barely-there dark hair and grabbed the back of his neck. I pulled down on him, indicating that I wanted him to increase the force, but instead he withdrew from my mouth and shook his head at me.
Mason’s eyes twinkled mischievously, “Slow down, Angel. We aren’t in any rush.” He ran his nose across my jaw bone to my ear at a devastatingly sluggish pace, all the while making slow, deliberate circles with his hips against mine causing the buzzing ache between my legs to continue to build. When he finally reached my ear, he bit down on the lobe and I groaned with pleasure. He continued his pecking and nipping down my neck and sternum until he had shimmied himself down the bed to be eye level with my breasts. His hard cock was no longer in contact with my body and I sighed at the absence; however, Mason quickly rerouted my thoughts as he drew one of my nipples between his teeth and pinched the other at the same time. I squealed at the initial flash of pain but immensely enjoyed the warm, moist tongue that followed, kissing and sucking the discomfort away. He spent equal amount of time on each heavy breast and the anticipation building inside of me was reaching a dangerous level. I wiggled against him and I could feel him laugh against my sensitive flesh.
He slowly continued his tantalizing treatment by trailing kisses down my stomach towards the throbbing that I needed him so badly to address. Not quickly enough he had made his way down my body and was snuggled nice and securely between my legs. I could feel his warm breath on my inner thighs and again, I instinctively lifted my hips up to him, wanting him to abate the ache that was getting more powerful by the second.