I nod and Mason unbuttons and unzips my pants. He pulls them down eagerly, slipping them all the way down and off my legs.
Mason takes this opportunity to kiss my knees, my thighs. Every patch of skin those lips greet seems almost to ignite in a new flood of pleasure.
He comes up to my red, cotton panties, and he teases my sensitive skin just outside where I’m covered. I’m arching my back, half of me hoping he takes his time while the other half just wants him to tear off my underwear and put himself inside, the back and forth only adding to my desire.
“You sure you don’t want to—” he starts, looking up at me again.
“We’ll figure it out later,” I tell him. “Just don’t stop what you’re doing.”
There’s no easy way to tell whether this feeling is so mesmerizing because it’s been a while for me or because he’s just that accomplished at foreplay, and right now, I’m all about finding out.
With the index finger of his right hand, he brushes the fabric a little to one side, exposing my meticulously-trimmed center. He doesn’t waste any time.
His tongue sends jolts of liquid electricity through every part of me, and I’m already trying to catch my breath.
This is all happening so fast.
I’m grabbing my breasts, rocking my hips. My body goes on its own, growing ever more receptive to Mason’s magnetic touch.
His mouth settles over my clit and he gently tongues, sucks and teases me while the world moves beneath me.
Mason’s lips brush over my lower lips, and he slides a finger inside before returning his mouth to my sensitive bud.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask through a thick wall of breath.
“Yeah,” he whispers and he gets up, walks over to his dresser and opens the top drawer.
Me, I’m just taking these next few moments to try and catch my breath.
My muscles are gelatin, and I feel like I’m slowly sinking through the bed toward the center of the Earth.
Mason produces a condom from within the dresser drawer and he walks back over to the side of the bed, removing every last bit of clothing in the process.
He’s rigid and throbbing in front of me, and I reach out, wrapping my fingers around him, feeling the warmth of his hardness which, soon enough, will be inside of me.
I glance up at Mason to gauge his reaction and his head is tilted back to where I can’t see his eyes. He’s breathing hard, his skin on fire.
I can’t remember ever feeling this eager, and I take his first few inches into my mouth, slowly working my tongue over the underside of his shaft.
My free hand finds its way between my legs, and I slip it under my panties to the hot wetness underneath.
I hum contentedly as I hungrily suck him. I keep sucking him until I can’t take it anymore and I pull back. Lying back down, I pull my panties down below my knees, which I bend, letting go of the fabric and allowing it to fall off of me.
“Now,” I tell him.
His mouth is open and he’s smiling through heavy breath.
Mason takes the condom out of the wrapper and puts it on his sizeable member. I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him move between my legs.
I can hardly bear the anticipation as he leans forward, putting his hands on the bed, one to each side of my shoulders, and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close for a kiss.
The instant I feel him against my opening, I can feel my body give a quiver and then he’s inside me.
He’s moving slowly at first, though with as dripping wet as I am, he probably doesn’t have to, and I’m trying to remember any time I’ve been this aroused. I’m not successful.
My legs are open, but relaxed, and Mason slowly works himself all the way in before hooking my knees with his arms and guiding them up and out until my knees are almost at my shoulders, allowing him to go even deeper than before.
Our eyes are open and fixed on each other, his weight adding powerful presence to the sensuality in every slippery motion.