Page 64 of Boundaries

The night breeze blew against the tops of my thighs as Mason took the hem of my skirt in his hands. He pulled it up to my waist, exposing my lace-thong underwear to his gaze. He rocked against me as I remained bent over the vehicle, his cock rigid, straining against his bottoms. Mason leaned further into me and pushed my hair over one shoulder and I turned my head, his face was purposeful as I glanced back, my eyes clashing with his.

“Do you want this?” he questioned. He was enraged and desperate for me but I knew he was asking for consent.

I arched my back, pushing the cheeks of my bottom against him and I heard his breath catch.

“I’m going to take you from behind Amy,” he whispered gruffly.

Again, the message was that he was waiting for me to agree. I didn’t need to think about it, “Yes,” I panted. It was like my body was at the mercy of Mason and there was nothing I could do about that.

I turned my head forward and swayed my hips and he moaned before repeating, “Are you sure Amy? It will be hard and it may hurt,” Mason warned in a deep voice charged with a variety of sexual ingredients. Some of those were on the darker side, but I didn’t care. He had broken me in gently and now I wanted something new.

“I said yes,” I repeated, grinding myself back against him, so he’d see how ready I was.

It was going to be a rough ride; I knew that and it thrilled me.

Mason released an animal-like growl and traced a hand down my spine, his fingers moving to the waistband of his joggers. I could feel the back of his large hand against my bottom cheeks as he freed himself, shoving the material down, the velvety softness of his large penis pushing against my naked skin. His other hand then reached down and tore my underwear off. At that point, I was soaking wet and totally ready for him.

And that was the first time I had sex with Mason, bent over the bonnet of my car. It was fast, hard, and rough and even better than those first two tender times.

He gave no quarter as he drove into me. I didn’t care that we were outside in the yard, I just needed to feel him again. He smacked my bare backside a couple of times, hard and I almost came on both occasions. Mason’s sexual grunts as he pounded into me took my impassioned frenzy to another level and it didn’t take long before we found our sexual release together. It was deep, hot, heady, and fucking amazing. I liked it rough it appeared. Just like those girls I read about in my books. The slight pain I’d felt had been manageable and partly masked by that level of excitement which exploded into me with each thrust of Mason’s body. He’d also bent his body over me and kissed my shoulder a couple of times as he rocked into me, a silent apology for the savageness of the sex.

Once we had both recovered, Mason then lowered my skirt, and yanked up his joggers, pulling me up from the car. It was only after he turned me in his arms and kissed me deeply and affectionately that I realised…

He hadn’t used protection.

Twelve

If it had been in a movie, what Mason and I had just shared together would have been certified an eighteen, easily. My whole body still tingled with pleasure.

We retrieved my stuff from the ground by the porch, including my torn underwear. I stuffed them in the pocket of my skirt as we climbed the stairs to the front door of my house.

Withdrawing my keys from my bag, I went to open the door, but Mason took them from my fingers and inserted them into the lock. He was such a control freak and I loved it.

The house was deathly quiet. I was pleased we had the place to ourselves. I wondered if he’d stay the entire night this time. Hoped more like.

I offered Mason a round of toast or a coffee and he declined.

As we got to my room and turned the lamp on, Mason shut the door and leaned back against it. Like he had that first time I’d come out of the bathroom to find him waiting for me. I wondered when to broach the subject of the fact that we’d just had sex without a condom and I wasn’t on the pill.

“You should have a bath, you’ll be sore in the morning,” Mason said, his face now unreadable. I felt my cheeks heat with embarrassment but nodded. I knew I needed to clean myself up anyway.

With my hand on the doorknob to my ensuite bathroom, I turned back.

“Will you stay the night then?” I asked in a quiet voice. If he said no, I’d be crushed.

He didn’t even contemplate my question, “Wild fucking horses couldn’t keep me away,” he replied with a smile. One that reached his eyes and relief crashed through me. I released a satisfied sigh and returned his grin.

Uncertainly, I suggested, “I’ll run a bath for us both if you like?” The scent of sex lingered on my skin.

The slight shake in my voice was evidence that I felt nervous. Being forward wasn’t me really, but I was gradually gaining confidence.

Mason pushed off the door and lifted the tank top over his head, revealing his naked body, “I like,” he whispered gruffly with an arched eyebrow.

We bathed together; it was intimate and real. Mason climbed in first and took up most of the tub he was so large. I lowered myself into the warm water and it felt so soothing against my limbs, especially when I sat down and was pulled back against Mason’s chest. I was sitting between his legs and he grabbed a sponge and started to squeeze warm water over my chest, it trickled between my breasts tickling the skin there.

He kissed the cuff of my ear as I relaxed back against him, the back of my head on one shoulder. I started to fidget with my hands but I wasn’t nervous, not really.

Being with Mason like this made me happy. The prickly Amy had fallen well beneath the surface and in her place was a smoothed-out version. Like he’d filed away my rough edges.

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