Page 57 of Boundaries

It was bizarre as Mason McKenna was now on top of me and I was semi-naked and loving every minute of it. His touch ignited my soul.

I wasn’t sure how long we lay there with Mason kissing me, stroking my hair, and cradling my face, but suddenly his weight lifted and he kneeled up, his knees on either side of my body. I watched as he lifted his tee over his head, revealing his perfectly muscled drool-worthy body. My eyes fed on him greedily and he grinned. His hands then went down to my underwear and I lifted my bottom, allowing him to peel them down my legs. I heard his intake of breath as he exposed my most vulnerable area to his ravenous gaze.

After a moment of looking at me there, he pushed off onto his feet and I watched with wide eyes as his hands went to the buckle of his belt, yanking it out of the hoops. Without breaking eye contact he then started to unbutton his jeans. Everything he did was slow and unrushed, sensual.

I wiggled my body further up the bed and moved onto my side as I watched the strip show before me. I was about to see Mason in all his manly glory and whilst excited, I was also terrified.

He removed his jeans and kicked them to the side; he wore no underwear. I exhaled sharply. He was huge, much larger than I had expected.

Mason joined me on the bed, we were side by side and he reached for me again, kissing me deeply, intimately. Feeling brave I moved my arm from its position on his back and reached between us, running my hand along his slick length. He exhaled and his body jerked which made me smile. The fact that I was the one who had made him so sexually excited pleased me.

Mason kissed me all over my body and touched my breasts and it felt amazing. I writhed against him, wanting to feel that hardness everywhere. When his hand reached between my legs, I parted my thighs and lifted my pelvis against him.

We must have been together like that for quite some time, our bodies both hot and sweaty, the noise from the bed adding another sexual ingredient.

Mason drew back and looked down into my eyes, saying, “Do you want me, Amy?”

I smiled shyly and nodded wondering if I needed to remind him that I’d never done this before, even though he’d said I kissed like a virgin on the decking.

“I’ll try and be gentle and if I hurt you, you need to tell me. We can stop, OK?”

I looked away briefly, my cheeks feeling warm, that shyness back. “Amy?” he prompted, this time his voice was firmer and more serious.

“OK.”

What happened next was like being on a rollercoaster. As he carefully moved over me and parted my thighs, I looked up into his eyes. He was concentrating, making sure I was OK and it pulled at my heartstrings. Something else was happening to me, my emotions were a jumble. Being in his arms and under him felt so right.

I heard him tear off the foil of the condom he was holding and watched him roll it over himself. He then shifted into position and I lay back, my hands resting on my bare stomach.

As he pushed inside of me there was a slight pain and my toes curled. Nothing could have prepared me for that first penetration, he was so big I felt impaled.

“OK?” he whispered, his eyes searching my face.

“Yes, don’t stop.” I bit my lip and nodded and he continued to push slowly before one final thrust. I cried out and he stopped, giving me time to get used to him.

We remained like that, joined together for a few beats before he looked down into my eyes. That initial discomfort started to fade.

“Now for the best part,” he whispered against my mouth and I sucked in a breath.

Then he started to move and I was lost. The sensation and glide of his body against mine was sensational, each movement was unlike anything I’d felt. Even that day at the beach was no comparison and I wanted the feeling to never stop. He consumed me, demanding nothing less than my total surrender.

Mason kissed me deeply, taking some of his weight by bracing his hands beside my head. My own fingers trailed over his hard back and I cupped his buttocks which flexed with the pace of his thrusts as he rocked back and forth.

His body against mine was so hard, throbbing with the need to possess me and that euphoric feeling was building inside. It was the same one I’d experienced at the beach but it was more intense, raw, and fierce.

As that feeling continued, my emotions were so mixed. I lost track of time, the sensation of that pleasure smashing away all coherent thought.

I was panting heavily, as was Mason as he drove into me and that building feeling of excitement eventually exploded, my body arching as I climaxed.

“Sweet,” Mason whispered as he followed me over the edge and I felt his body jerk as his own orgasm hit him.

We lay together, catching our breath, the aftermath of that lovemaking still uncurling through my body. He remained embedded within me whilst we both came back down from that euphoric level of release.

After he withdrew and disposed of the condom, he didn’t speak. Neither of us did. Mason pulled me into his arms, spooning me naked and I shuffled back against him. His breath was warm against my neck.

During the early hours of the morning, we had sex again and it was sensational. That second time, there was no pain at all only pleasure.

Afterwards, we spoke briefly about Mason’s father again. I was surprised, as he was the one who brought him up. He was open about how his dad had treated him over the years and why out of all his brothers he’d taken the brunt of Mitchell’s temper.

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