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His mouth moved higher, along with his hands. Using his fingers to part me wide open, he slid his tongue onto my center, right over the throbbing bud that all the tingling pleasure seemed to radiate from. My hips started to buck and roll in time with the movements of his tongue, desperate to find a release for the pressure building inside me.

Small gasps and moans escaped my lips, muffled seconds later as I covered my mouth again. Mason’s tongue quickened in its circuit around my bud, and I felt the stirring of a great release deep inside. So close, yet so far.

I closed my eyes and focused on the warm sensations seeping into every inch of my body. I never knew anything could feel like this. When I touched myself in the past, it wasn’t even one tenth as good as what Mason seemed to be capable of.

One more twist of his tongue and I began to come apart, shaking and clenching every muscle as pleasure saturated my mind, breaking through the darkness like rays of sunlight in the early morning. Warmth spread through my body in pulsing waves. As I trembled and whimpered, Mason pulled away and moved up the bed again, positioning himself between my legs.

I felt him at my entrance, and then he was inside me, carefully driving himself into my slick warmth. I clung to his shoulders and back, biting my lips so I wouldn’t scream as he slowly filled me up.

Mason let out a deep groan as I stretched around him, a sound which told me all I needed to know. That he was mine and I was his. That my body and soul belonged to him. Forever.

We stayed as silent as we could after that, knowing the ramifications if we were caught but never wanting to stop anyway. All I could hear for a long time was our ragged breathing, the rhythmic squeaking of the bed beneath us, the thud of our heartbeats. Mason angled his hips to stimulate me with each movement, and soon my body arched beneath him. I couldn’t help but let out a moan as more pleasure washed over me.

I felt myself clenching around him before opening up more. Then he moved faster. Deep, steady strokes inside me. I was wetter than ever now, spreading wider, and he was going deeper and deeper with each thrust, rocking his hips even faster and harder. He made a low growl in the back of his throat, and then he finally stilled, panting as his face filled with rapture. His expression reflected mine in every way.

“Thank you,” I whispered as he rolled off me and gathered me into his arms. “That was… it was perfect.”

“Yeah. It was,” he replied, breathing deeply. Sweat was beaded at his hairline, and there was a funny look on his face. Like he’d just realized something.

A moment later, he got up to rifle through his pants for some tissues and some matches. After lighting one of my candles, we used the tissues to clean ourselves up.

Mason was right earlier. I hadn’t bled one bit.

“You should probably go back to your section before we fall asleep and get caught,” I said with a tired yawn. After all that bliss, I was finally exhausted, and the sleep I’d craved so much earlier was well on its way.

“I’ll lie with you until you go to sleep, and then I’ll head back,” Mason said, rubbing my back affectionately.

We lay down together. I closed my eyes, feeling safe and secure in Mason’s arms.

“You sure you’re okay with what we just did?” he asked a moment later, his voice soft and gentle. “You don’t feel guilty?”

I hesitated. Once upon a time, I would’ve rather thrown myself out into the Wastelands than commit such a terrible sin. But things were different now. Mason had opened my eyes to so many things, and I was no longer sure if what we’d just done was even a sin.

If it was, then why did it feel so wonderful? Surely even a force as powerful as the Devil couldn’t be that enticing. That perfect.

No, the kind of pleasure I felt tonight must have come straight from the heavens.

I shook my head. “No,” I said, steeling my jaw. “I don’t feel guilty at all.”

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