Bonus Chapter—Sophia

I slumped back against the door as I panted, trying to catch my breath. My legs felt weak, the one I had around Mason’s hip trembling. I knew I couldn’t keep the stance I had for long, but Mason wasn’t moving, either, and he was still inside me, so I couldn’t bring myself to move.

“Are you going to move or what?” I huffed once I caught my breath, pushing lightly over his shoulder.

Mason took a deep breath, then chuckled. “Yeah, I’m moving.”

Slowly, he pulled himself back. My breath I hitched as his softening cock spilled out of me, Mason letting out a hiss.

“Sensitive?” I guessed.

He nodded, sighing as he reached down to tuck himself back into his pants.

“Are you gonna let me go, too, or…?” he teased, arching an amused eyebrow.

I moved my leg from around his hips, holding on tightly to his shoulder as I put my foot on the ground. It was a good thing I was holding onto him because when I got both feet on the ground, my legs buckled.

“Shit.”

How long had it been since we last fucked? Besides, we’d never done it against a door. My whole body ached, besides some trembling in my thighs, my lower back ached.

Mason caught me around the waist and chuckled, but when I looked up, his eyes were filled with worry for me.

“Are you all right? Was I too rough?”

I frowned. “I’m not that delicate, Mason.”

There were aches all over my body, but it wasn’t as if I hated it. In fact, I loved it. And I had definitely missed it.

“I hope not,” Mason murmured. “I’m not done yet.”

Suddenly, he ducked down, one arm going underneath my knees, the other supporting my back as he picked me up, making me yelp.

“Mason!” I gaped, my arms automatically wrapping around his neck so I wouldn’t fall. “Put me down!”

“Don’t wanna,” he quipped, turning around and walking us further into the apartment.

Well, I wasn’t sure I could walk on my own two feet, anyway, but what about Mason? Was he okay? He had his hip replaced! It didn’t suddenly make him old, but could he walk properly? I knew for the first few days after his surgery; when he walked, he had to use a cane to get around. I just didn’t know if he still used it.

In any case, he seemed to be doing okay…

At least, until there was the slightest misstep. It was so tiny I almost didn’t feel it in my blissed-out state, but he was carrying me, so it was impossible to ignore.

“Should you be carrying me?” I asked suspiciously.

He smirked down at me. “I won’t drop you.”

Idiot! I was worried about him, not about whether he would drop me!

He rolled his eyes at me, seeing me glare up at him. “I’m not actually an invalid, Sophia. And my apartment isn’t that big. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten already how close the bedroom is.”

My face burned as I lowered my eyes to his chest. I couldn’t say I had. I came over to his place pretty often before; if he didn’t have to be out a lot of the time to go with his team, I would have moved in with him already. By the time our conversation was made, he’d already walked into the bedroom, and he set me down gently on the bed.

“Strip,” he commanded, standing back up as he reached for the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up. “I want to see you.”

My eyes immediately dipped to his chest and abdomen. Mason used to have six-pack abs because he was one of those guys that worked out every day to keep his body in shape, even if it was just a bunch of sit-ups or push-ups for an hour. His abs had gone soft, because he’d obviously spent weeks not doing too much, though his chest and arms were still thickly muscled. He kicked off his shoes, and shoved his pants down, leaving him in only his briefs.

He had definitely changed in the time since I last saw him. It was inevitable after losing something precious to him over an injury. But Mason was still Mason. And my body still reacted to his like always, growing hot and needy in seconds.

“Sophia?” he called, arching an eyebrow at me. “Want me to undress you?”

“I can do it myself,” I grumbled, then fumbled to get my dress off and to the floor.

Mason looked at me in amusement once I had it off.

“You know, I kinda realized already, but you actually came here without a bra?”

I didn’t talk reply to that, because I was actually a little self-conscious about it. The dress was tight enough at the top and had enough support that I didn’t need a bra with it, even though my breast size wasn’t that small. It was the first time I’d ever left home like that, but I’d hoped, even though I didn’t think I could bribe him with sex, that I could still tempt him.

“Are we doing this or not,” I grumbled, laying back.

I was a little embarrassed, but it wasn’t going to take away all my attention. I cupped my breasts and squeezed gently, giving him a provocative look as I spread my legs wide.

“Didn’t you say you weren’t done yet, Mason?” I challenged, giving him a sultry smile.

Mason made a grinding noise in his throat as he crawled onto the bed after me. He caught me underneath my thighs, spreading me wider as he lowered his head to place his lips just above the line of my panties. With his fingers, he moved the crotch of my panties to the side and just watched.

I squirmed, feeling both hot and shy. My walls squeezed, and I felt something thick and warm slide out of me and down between my butt cheeks. He was watching me drip with his come, and I could tell it was making him hot.

“Mason, don’t just look,” I grumbled, reaching down to grab onto his hair and tug on it. “Do something.”

He grinned up at me, then leaned forward, tongue out, and he pressed the tip of his tongue to my clit, flicking on the hard nub and making me gasp and tremble beneath him. He gave a few broad licks, then moved down, circling around my entrance, dipping in lightly. He just teased my entrance at first, then slid in and out, slowly fucking me with his tongue.

Fuck. I squirmed some more, letting out a few gasps. The thought of Mason licking his own come out of me was making me hot.

“Mason, please,” I moaned, tugging on his hair again, even as I rocked my hips into his face, wanting more.

I was both glad and disappointed when he stopped, then knelt up to tug off his briefs. His cock was already half hard, and I reached between us before he could to cup his cock and gave him a stroke. I glanced at his face, but he didn’t look uncomfortable. He nudged a little closer so I could hold him easier, and stroke him as I slid my other hand between my thighs, circling my fingers around my clit.

“Such a beautiful sight, Sophia,” Mason groaned, his cock growing harder and thicker in my hand. “So fucking pretty.”

I let out a moan as I squeezed the head of his cock, my toes curling into the bed sheets just from him looking at me with eyes so full of desire. Soon, he reached for my hand to pull it off his cock, then caught my thighs again and raised my legs. He was looking down at me with such intense concentration; I forgot to be shy. I just wanted him in me, fucking me. Making love to me.

“Now, Mason,” I whimpered. “In me, now.”

I held the crotch of my panties out of the way and spread my lips for him. I looked down between us as well, but could only moan that my view wouldn’t be as good as his would. My breath hitched when I felt the head of him touch my entrance, then he slid inside me, inch by slow inch. My body let out a shudder as I breathed out, tilting my head back and closing my eyes.

It really had been too long since I felt this, Mason’s thick cock sliding into me, filling me to the brink. And still, I wanted more. As soon as he was seated inside me, I didn’t let him waste time, wrapping my legs around his hips as I rocked my hips up, taking him in as far as he could go, making us both groan.

“Sophia,” he growled, lowering his upper body and bracing above me on his elbows.

My hands circled around to scratch at his back as he ground his hips against mine, slowly, then thrusting in and out, mixing it up to drive me right to the brink and keep me on edge. I rocked underneath him, using my hold around his hips to rock my hips against his. Gasps and sighs fell from my lips as I took him in, again and again. Pleasure pooled low in my stomach, ran down my spine, building until I finally burst, arching my body into Mason as I tilted my head back and moaned.

Mason wasn’t far behind me, giving a few jerks of his hips before I felt his cock swell, then spurt inside me as he came.

He was slumped against me, and I could feel his body crushing mine, making it a little hard for me to breathe. But I didn’t mind. I kept my limbs around him, holding him to me as if it would stop him from trying to leave me again.