Page 35 of The Night We Met

Starting a relationship in the thick of football season and then right when Rush Week was set to start was tricky in itself. Add on the holiday breaks and our relationship was off to a slow start. But with time management skills we made our relationship work. We would wait for each other outside of our classes to get our daily fill of each other. Along texting each other non-stop as it was the best way to talk to each other when time was short.

But now that I am officially a member of Kappa Beta and football season is done until the fall, Mason and I have more time for each other. With it now being spring semester things are looking up for everyone.

“So what do you have planned for the summer?” Mason and I are walking to dinner and it’s still a little cold out so we’re not as wrapped up together as I’d like to be.

“Easy cowboy. It’s not even spring break yet.”

“I’m just trying to make some plans. Seeing into the future and all.”

His words stop me in my tracks. “The future? You see me in your future?”

Mason turns to face me. “Of course I do. Kamryn, I know we haven’t been together that long but I love you. I more than love you.”

My eyes glaze over at his admission. I knew I had been feeling something more than like for him for quite a while. “How do you know?”

“How do I know?” He looks up at the sky before looking back down at me. “When I’m not with you, I wonder when I’m going to be with you next. When I’m with you, I lock away every little thing you do. I’ve memorized your different little laughs, the way your nose crinkles when you don’t like something, the way you stick your tongue out while taking pictures, and the way you look at me like I could bring you the moon and the stars. Kamryn I have never felt this way about any girl that I’ve dated. And trust me, there have not been many. So, I want to spend the summer with you. I want to travel and explore new things with you. Kamryn, I love you.”

A tear escapes from the corner of my eye. “I love you too. So much.”

Mason places his thumb and index finger under my chin and gently tilts my head up. He lowers his lips to mine in a slow kiss. I grip his hips to pull him closer to me and tilt my head to deepen the kiss.

“Let’s get out of here,” I say between kisses.

“I thought you wanted food?” Mason asks me.

Shaking my head, I hook my fingers into his belt loop to keep him anchored to me, “Later.”

Mason looks around to see if anyone saw what we weredoing. Once he notices that we’re in the clear, he leads us back to his dorm room. Luckily for us we don’t run into any of his teammates. We’ve had some very heavy make-out sessions and were both grateful for no interruptions. But tonight is the night that we give each other all of it. All of us.

Finally.

Once we’re in his room, Mason locks the door behind him and I turn around to face him while wringing my hands in front of me, a nervous tic that never went away. We both shed our jackets and beanies. For a few seconds we just stare at each other. And before losing all of my confidence, I walk over to Mason and bring his mouth down to mine.

Our tongues meet in a soft dance.

Rhythmic.

In sync.

That’s how I would describe this kiss. That’s how I would describe Mason and I. We’ve been in sync since we met.

Mason brings his hands up to my hips to pull me closer to him and then walks us to his bed. When the back of my legs hit the bed, Mason breaks the kiss.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to move too fast for you.”

I love that he’s so considerate of me. But I’m no virgin. He knows that. We took this slow for a reason. We wanted to get to know each other before we brought sex into our relationship. It’s made us as individuals strong, but made us as a couple even stronger.

So I answer him by pulling my shirt off and unclasping my bra. Leaving me completely bare from the waist up. Then slowly and torturously, I unbutton and unzip my jeans, then slowly pull them off. He’s still standing with his jaw slack eyes on my nipples that are pointed from his stare. I start pulling up the hem of his shirt to start withand with his height can only pull it up so much. When Mason tosses his shirt to the side, I place kisses on each of his pecks, flicking my tongue over his nipples; then travel up tasting and teasing him. I linger on his collarbones, and then trail kisses and nibbles up his neck. Mason’s breathing has sped up and I feel his erection through his jeans.

Before I trail up to his jaw, Mason hooks his hand behind my neck and brings his lips to mine. His mouth assaults mine and I welcome it. Not breaking the kiss, he quickly sheds his jeans and then his hands trail down my body to cup my backside picking me up so I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. Slowly he lowers us to the bed and is careful not to crush me from his weight.

“Are you sure?” He asks again.

Instead of responding, I hook my toes into the waistband of his boxer briefs and push them down. I bring my hand between our bodies, rubbing my thumb over the tip of him, feeling the wetness of pre-cum. Mason moans while I work him up and down, and circling the tip of him. He thrusts into my hand while he lathes my neck in kisses and nips of his teeth.

After I slow down and release him he continues his trail down my body. He pays equal attention to my nipples. With his mouth and tongue sucking my nipple to a hard peak, his other hand pinches and rolls my nipple until I’m panting and squirming beneath him. His mouth's attention goes to my other nipple until I feel like I could come like this.

“Baby I’m gonna come,” I pant out.

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