Page 82 of The Night We Met

Kamryn

It’s as if someone put our time together in fast forward. From the drive to my house to the walking into my house. Every second has felt like it’s on a time crunch. Like we’re racing against the clock to get to the finale. But I want to remember this.

As soon as we make it inside my house, I go to let Lucy out to the backyard to do her business. And when I turn around I’m met with lust-filled eyes. My heart is racing a mile a minute as Mason slowly saunters over to me. We’re standing toe-to-toe. Even with heels on, he still towers over me. It’s almost like we’re afraid to ruin this perusal of each other. His hand reaches out for mine as he tangles our fingers before he lifts our arms and places my hand on his neck.

“This can’t be real life,” Mason murmurs as I watch him categorize me into his mind. What do I say to that? Because I’ve been saying the same thing since the night after the club. Of all the cities in the states and we’re in the same one.

As much as I want to make Mason work for this, my heart can’t take the longing.

The sound of our breathing, or maybe it’s just mine, is the only sound in the room. My arms and hands drop around Mason’s lower back. As his hand slides up to cradle the back of my head, our lips meet for the first time in almost a decade. My lips tremble and I do my best to disguise the shakiness by pressing my lips harder to his. His tongue licks at the seam of my lips begging for entrance and I part my lips just as his tongue tries again. As soon as we touch, nothing goes slow.

I start to walk us backward, pulling Mason with me. Stumbling into the doorjamb of the spare bedroom. The small laugh that escapes us breaks our kiss before we’re pulled to each other again like magnets. Our steps are like a forgotten dance as our feet mirror each other as we reach the foot of the bed. He pulls my jacket down my body and lets my arms slip out one by one, tossing the item to the side. Mason breaks the kiss as his hands reach up and unbutton the neck clasp on my bodysuit, peeling it down my torso. When he steps back to look at me his eyes go wide with lust and he covers his mouth letting loose a groan when he sees I had nothing on top.

“You’re even more beautiful than I remember,” Mason’s eyes are slow to undress me as my body heats with the intensity of his gaze. It’s as if all sense has left me and I’m frozen; waiting for his next move.

His body crowds mine as his hands ghost down my back to my thighs before hoisting me up. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist and a moan escapes as he licks at a nipple that’s now in his face. I look down and watch as he blows a puff of cool air on my nipple to a pointed tip. He pulls my nipple into his mouth with a suction that sends the signal straight to my pussy. My legs tighten on his waist as his free hand goes to my other nipple, twisting and pullinguntil the pain turns to pleasure. I’m a panting and moaning mess when he lowers us to the bed. My hands guide him up to my mouth. Our lips melt together as his tongue twirls with mine.

Mason’s hands go to the button on my jeans and flicks them open, unzips them, and pulls them down my legs. My bodysuit follows leaving me bare beneath him.

“You are way too overdressed,” I observe in between kisses.

He sits back on his knees and holds up his arms like a little kid. I slide out from under him and slowly and teasingly start lifting his shirt up. Lightly touching his skin as I go, his stomach clenches as I run light feather touches upward. When I get to the top with his shirt, he helps me remove the rest of it.

I bring his mouth down to mine as I unzip his jeans and slide my hands to his backside to pull them down his muscular behind and give it a little squeeze. When his jeans are removed, my hands make the journey back to his butt and give it a little squeeze again. “I love this.” I tell him with one final squeeze. He rolls his hips into me causing me to lose my breath. He looks down at me with so much love and adoration that my heart skips a beat.

Mason nuzzles his nose against mine. He takes off his boxer briefs and what I see of him causes me to lose my breath. I look back up at him and he’s got that same smirk on his face that I fell in love with nine years ago. He pulls a condom out of the back pocket of his jeans and rolls it onto his length. Mason bends down to kiss me deeply as we fall on the bed and my thighs fall open to accommodate him more. His hand travels down my body and I tense with nerves before his fingers tease my clit before dipping into mypussy.

“Fuck. Your pussy is sucking my fingers in.”

Our mouths stay fused together as Mason finger fucks me into oblivion. His tongue and fingers matching in movement has my orgasm slamming into me. As my pussy flutters from my orgasm, Mason enters me in one thrust.

“Oh god,” I moan.

“It’s just Mason,” he drones out as he waits for my body to relax around the intrusion. I don’t have time to make a retort as he cants his hips back and thrusts back into me, taking my breath away.

Our lips meet and Mason starts to move in and out of me at an agonizingly slow pace. Every stroke of his tongue matches the stroke of his cock tunneling inside of me. My hips meet his and the rhythm we set is indescribable. I wrap my legs high around his waist and feel him go deeper. With my hips at another angle, his cock hits my clit every time he enters me. I feel the familiar tingling of another orgasm coming. I pull Mason down to kiss him deeply and clench my muscles around him. My orgasm overtakes me on a slow wave and I moan out his name. Mason drives in harder and faster, prolonging my orgasm. When I feel him swell inside me his thrusts get more erratic and he lets go on a roar.

We stay connected like this, sweaty and satiated, for minutes after our orgasms fade and I feel him soften inside of me. I jolt when I hear Lucy scratching at the back door, begging to come back inside.

“I should go let her back in.”

I make to untangle myself from Mason and whimper at the loss of him inside of me.

He stands to grab his boxer shorts. “I’ll do it.”

I stifle a giggle as he ducks his head to leave the room. Hearing the muffled sound of him talking to my dog warms my heart. The sound of my kitchen sink turning onintrigues me and the blush that covers my face when he comes back with a washcloth solidifies that.

Going to hold out my hand, I shriek when he grabs my leg and pulls me to him.

“What are you doing?”

“I got you dirty. It’s only right I clean you up.” Mason replies with a cheeky grin. Once he’s satisfied, he tosses the washcloth to the bathroom and climbs into bed with me.

“Did you think that we would be here?”

We’ve been talking non-stop. It’s well past two in the morning and I have no clue what time Mason needs to go home.

He kisses the side of my head before breathing out deeply. “Honestly…?” He asks me. I nod my head in reply. “No. Only because I knew I hurt you pretty bad. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again, let alone get a second chance. But now that we’re here, I’m never letting you go.”

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