Chapter Forty-Four

Chapter Forty-Four


“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Mason asked me huskily as we stood together in the caliginosity of the bedroom.

“No.” I admitted. “But I know I want this.” And I let my dress slid down my body to pool at my feet.

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I gave myself over entirely to Mason that night.

I laid down on my back, telling the butterflies in my stomach to calm the heck down as he protected himself with a condom, then got atop me.

When he penetrated me, I gasped and tightened up, but I was used to his heat now; I was comforted by being in his arms, instead of being freaked out.

“Are you okay?” He asked in a whisper, smoothing my hair back from my face.

He let my body adjust to holding his girth and length inside me.

I wasn’t used to having a man within me and I don’t think I’ve ever had a man as well-endowed as Mason; as big in general. Let’s just say that he was proportioned perfectly, head-to-foot.

I was tight from lack of use, but it wasn’t painful. I could get used to it, I think.

Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I nuzzled his throat.

“Yeah. Mason, it feels amazing. Just...be gentle, okay?”

“Always.” He promised, then he tenderly turned my face towards his. “But you have to do one thing for me.”

I smiled as I realized what he meant, then closed my eyes and let him kiss me.

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Mason gave me the best night of my life, loving me with that big body of his until I was a wet, whimpering, quivering mess, begging him to show me mercy.

Afterwards, we cuddled and I planted kisses lovingly all over his chest until we both fell into a peaceful slumber, holding each other close.

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I had been starving myself for so long of pleasure and human contact that I felt myself falling apart in true pathetic fashion; mewling like a kitten as I clawed his back.

All I knew was that I had desperately needed this; him filling up my insides and making me whole.

I felt both incredibly feminine and weak in a way, while also incredibly safe and protected in his arms.

Even when he began to give in to his own primal male urges; digging into me with increasing force, I didn’t mind it. I wanted him deeper, tapping into my aching core. His groans and grunts filled my ears and nothing had ever sounded sexier to me, because it told me that he was coming just as undone for me as I was for him.

Mason touched me all over, setting my nerves on fire before soothing them with his sweet, cool rain of kisses.

He paused between switching different positions to kiss me all over. He kissed me in places I had never been kissed before; behind the ear, along the underside of my calf, even between my toes. He kissed my tummy and licked the side of my neck, making me squirm. He had me all but begging for him to give it to me again.

He must’ve read my mind because he fetched a fresh condom, then mounted me again, without permission or apology. He slid his fingers through mine to gently pin my hands down on either side of my head.

Normally, this would’ve been much too much for me, but to my own amazement, I found that I actually liked it.

Even with his weight and his heat smothering me, I felt safe.

Even as he took away my control; took me and pushed me and overstimulated me, I still felt safe. I was with him, and he was with me, fully, in that moment.

I called out his name as I climaxed.

Then I lost track of the times he made me climax.

I was a sopping mess by the time he was done with me, but I had never felt happier.