Page 88 of Without Judgment

I did as he requested and locked my lips back on his as he walked us into the bedroom.

He lay me on the bed, following me down with a deep thrust back inside of me. He quickly became a man possessed, pistoning his hips, unrelenting in the possession of my body.

I exploded. There was no other word for it. I felt torn apart by such blinding pleasure that I was sure I could no longer be intact. As I was coming down from the high, I was turned over on my stomach. I felt his lips down my shoulders and back before he lifted my hips and pushed back inside of me. His fingers spread my wetness back to my pucker. A place I’d never been touched before.

“You’re tight here. Relax. Let me in.”

“I’ve never— Oh, God, that feels—ooh…”

“Tell me.”

“Good. Soooo good.” Yet so incredibly naughty.

“I want you there.”

“Now?” I wasn’t sure how he’d fit.

He laughed at my one-word squeak. “No, we’ll work you up to it over time.”

Over time? So this wasn’t only about tonight? I couldn’t dwell on it, though, because his hands were most distracting.

His climax followed, with him grinding it out with a grunt of satisfaction. Afterwards, he pulled out, but instead of snuggling me close, he flipped me over and crawled down my body. He lavished attention on each breast while working the wetness from both of our orgasms between my legs and over my clit.

When he got down to my stomach, I realized his intention and protested. “We just had sex; you can’t mean to— Oh, wow—” He did. He was diving in like a man on a mission. For a moment I wondered if there was such a thing as me dying from too many climaxes.

It wasn’t until two later, when I was barely able to move, completely unable to speak, that he curled me up next to him and lifted the blankets over us. I didn’t say a word before passing out.

When I awoke, the room was bathed in darkness, and Mason was spooning me from behind, his hot breath in my ear.

“I’m sorry. You’re probably tired.”

I reached back to stroke his length, already hard behind me.

“Mm, it’s okay.”

“Good, because I missed you so much, I can’t get enough of you.” He quickly spread my legs from the back and sank deep inside of me, letting out a moan of pleasure.

His movements were languid this time, thrusting slowly. When he reached around to rub my clit, it brought me to orgasm with him quickly following. The last thought I had before falling asleep with him inside of me was how happy I was to be with him.

***

I didn’t want to wake up. I was bone tired, not to mention sore, but Mason’s voice finally permeated my sleep.

“Avery, wake up.”

“Mm. No, thanks.” The last time he’d woken me like this, he’d been in a hurry to get away from me. I wasn’t sure I was prepared for it this morning.

His hand rubbed my back. “In that case, wait here and I’ll bring breakfast back. What do you want to eat?”

A tremendous relief washed over me. So he wasn’t freaking out about last night. “Pancakes with bacon would be great.”

“You got it. I’ll be back in a few. What time is your flight?”

“Two o’clock. What time is it now?”

“Eight. We have a few hours before I need to drive you to the airport. Do me a favor and stay naked.”

“Mm. Can do.”

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