Page 19 of Sensual Nights

He helped her roll it on the very end. Then he pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips firmly. He walked them the few steps to the bed.

As soon as the back of her knees hit the bed, he gently lay her down. She scooted toward the middle of the bed, and he scooted with her. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

He swallowed as he looked into her eyes. Man, he dreamed about this. Never, never, ever did he think that dream would come true.

But he dreamed about it.

He positioned his cock at her entrance and slowly slid himself inside.

She huffed out her breath and moaned when he entered her. He closed his eyes for a moment. He wanted to remember how this felt. He wanted to remember everything about this. It may have to sustain him sometime in the future.

He pulled himself out and then slid back in again. The feeling was just as good as the first time. Her body wrapped around him tightly. Her hands gripped his butt and pulled him into her again and again. Her hips rose to meet him at every thrust. The feeling was incredible.

In and out he moved with her. His lips kissed hers. Kissed her cheek, kissed her forehead.

Each time his body moved in and out of hers, the feeling was incredible.

They stared into each other's eyes for a long time as he moved.

Her face was flushed.

He felt himself sweating. The room was warm.

He pushed in again, and again, and again.

Her hands gripped tightly on his ass.

"Mason, I'm going to come."

"Do it," he growled.

"But I want you."

He pushed in two more times, and she cried out.

He watched her face as the pleasure washed over her.

He pushed in a few more times and followed her over the cliff of pleasure.

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Carley opened her eyes and looked around the room. It was bare, no pictures. She heard a noise. It sounded like a whimper or a grunt or something, and she froze, she heard it again and rolled over. Mason was sleeping next to her, and he was jerking in his sleep. His feet moved, thrashed. His hands pushed, pushed some invisible thing away on the opposite side of the bed from her.

She softly got out of bed, not sure if she should wake him up or let him finish out his dream or nightmare as it seemed. Wasn't there something about not waking up someone in a sleepwalking state, or...

Suddenly he jerked upright and stared straight ahead across the room. She froze and watched him. He shook his head. With the palms of his hands, he rubbed his eyes, then scraped his hands through his hair and sighed. His head slowly turned to her as she stood watching him. "I told you."

"I wasn't scared. I just wasn't sure what I should do. If I should wake you, or if I should just leave you alone. What should I do if that happens?"

He huffed out his breath. "I don't know. I don't know."

She felt a little embarrassed. She stood there naked. She slid back into the bed, pulled the covers up over her breasts, and faced him. "Have you ever..."

She looked at her fingers and twisted them together, then she looked at Mason. "Have you ever been with someone when you had a nightmare?"

"No."

"Okay. Do you see a counselor?"

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