Page 26 of If You Could Only See
The warmth thatflooded my panties had me shocked at how much I was looking forwardto it.
“Takeeverything off, until you’restanding in front of me in just your bra and panties, Shane,”he instructed, his voice dark and heavy.
I couldn’tdisguise the nervousness in myvoice. “Mason…”
“Shane, I knowyou’re anxious and I don’t blame you,” he interrupted, as his handsran up anddown my hips. “ButI’ve waited over three years to have you, so get rid of any hope ofthis going nice, slow and tender, because it’s not.” I gasped as hecontinued, “By the time the sun comes up, I will have touched andtasted you everywhere, baby. I will have kissed your lips, lickedyour skin, left my marks on you, sucked your tits, eaten your pussyand fucked you, balls deep, as hard as you can take me.”
I could feelheat crawling up from my neck to my face in embarrassment. Howcould he be so comfortablesaying things like that when he hardly knew me? “Mason,you…”
Hesmirked.Thebastard smirked at my embarrassment.“Shane, baby, you need to get over any shyness youhave and just trust me. I promise you will love everything I do toyou. In fact, you’re going to be begging me to fuck you raw anddirty every chance we get after tonight.”
Ilifted a brow. “Cockymuch?”
The edge of his liplifted. “Confident. Now strip, baby.”
It took me allabout five seconds before my shaky hands started pulling thetanktop over my head. I couldhear Mason let out a low hiss and it gave me the confidence tocontinue. I knew I wasn’t much to look at, but Mason’s reactionswere making me feel positively beautiful and foolishly brave. Ireached back and unzipped the back of my skirt, and Mason’s handsfell away so that the fabric could fall to my feet. Then, I kickedoff my sandals, so that I was standing before him in just my braand panties like he requested.
Mason’s eyesscanned my body, and I almostcovered myself with my arms and hands at his scrutiny. But then hesaid, “You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever laid eyes on,Shane.” And with no preamble, whatsoever, he placed a hand on theinside of my thigh and ran it upward until his fingers made contactwith my soaking wet panties.
Herubbed me over my panties and it wasunlike anything I’d ever felt. I couldn’t contain the moan thatleft my lips, “Oh, God. Mason...”
He kept my gazeprisoner as he said, “I cansmellhow wetyou are for me, Shane.” I closed my eyes, trying not toburst.
Oh,God, how embarrassing.
And, then, right before Icould die from humiliation from my lack of experience, Mason’sfinger slipped inside my panties and his touch was singeing myheated slickness.
My hands fellto his shoulders and all I could do was hold on for dear life as he expertly ran his fingerback and forth through my folds, bringing on sensations I neverknew could exist. I could feel my knees threaten to buckle and Ididn’t know what to do about it.
“Jesus Christ,your pussy smells so goddamnsweet, baby.” I didn’t know what to say to that, so I kept silent,relishing in the way he was making my body feel. But his nextquestion snapped my eyes open to look at him. “Are you on birthcontrol, Shane?”
“Wh…what?”Mason hadn’t stopped playingwith me when he spoke, so I was still a little foggy.
Mason’s eyes were lockedon mine as he went beyond rubbing me and finally slid a fingerinside my body before saying, “I plan on giving you something I’venever given anyone else and I need to know if you’re on birthcontrol, so I know what I’m getting myself into.”
I wasn’t surehow I was even managing tohold a conversation with Mason fingering my pussy, but I tried mybest. “What…what are you…what…oh, god…what are you going to giveme?” I asked, finally getting the words out.
Headded a second finger, and I thoughtI was going to combust. “My cum, Shane. I plan on covering you init,” he announced and the ache that consumed by body becamepainful. “I’m going to cum in your mouth, on your tits, on your assand deep in that pussy, baby. So, not that I give a fuck if youbecome pregnant or not, but I’d still like to know how this mightplay out.”
He didn’t care if Igot pregnant or not?
Who the hell saysstuff like that?
We were oneyear away fromgetting ourdegrees-from starting our lives; our real, grownup lives. Hellyeah, he should care if I got pregnant! Because I cared.
Icared…A.Lot.
“I…I get…th…theshot every three months,” I answered, hoping to end his crazy talk,but then he did somethingthatcompletely floored me.
Masonremoved his fingers and, neverbreaking eye contact, he put them in his mouth and licked themclean.
Oh, for the love ofGod.
I was every bitthe virgin I was in that moment. I mean, hearing him say what hewas going to do to me differedgreatly from actually seeing it-experiencingit.
SweetBaby Jesus, what was Idoing??
“Remove yourbra,” he instructed right before he reached for the waistband of mypanties andpulled them down.My hands were trembling so much, it took a couple of tries for myfingers to unhook my bra. But I finally managed it and my bradropped to join the pile of clothing pooled around my feet. Masonjerked his head. “Go lie on the bed, Shane.” I immediately ran forthe bed, hoping for a reprieve from his intense gray eyes, but Ididn’t get one.
