Page 60 of The Artist
“I can’t… Mason… oh wow… you need to stop, or I’ll scream.”
He growled low but didn’t stop.
My moans deepened and when I couldn’t hold back any longer, I turned my head and bit down on the duvet, which swallowed my orgasmic scream.
After I came, my body felt like I’d been tapped for energy.
Pushing the duvet away, I released the one hand I still had in Mason’s hair.
He moved up my body, kissing my skin along my hipbone, belly, and breasts. I lay with a dazed smile and caressed his face when he came close enough for me to reach him.
“Where did you learn to do that?” I asked in awe. It was something I’d been wondering since our sex last night.
Mason placed his hands on both sides of my face and leaned down to kiss me. “I told you I’d be a natural.”
“Did you?” My brain was mush and I couldn’t remember him saying that.
Kissing me again, he muttered, “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Mhmm.” When Mason drew back to kneel between my legs, I was pliable and relaxed. His erection seemed even bigger than last night when I saw it for the first time, but the way he looked down with his lips parted and his eyes shining with desire made me feel like I wasn’t a complete failure as a lover.
Lifting my butt, he pulled me onto his lap and inserted himself inside me. It felt like a massive intrusion and I gasped from the intense feeling of being stretched and filled.
“You okay?”
“Mhmm.” I reached out my hands and he pulled me up to sit astride him. Wrapping my hands around Mason’s neck, I lifted up and down at my own pace, challenging myself to take as much of him as possible.
He closed his eyes and moaned, letting me work my way up and down his shaft.
“Fuck, this feels…” His groan replaced any word he had intended to finish his sentence with.
Leaning back, I looked down to see the place we were connected. I wanted to take all of him, so I tried rotating my hips, which helped a little.
Mason wrapped his arms around me and kissed the side of my neck while holding me steady and pushing in and out of me.
I whimpered a little, which made him stop.
“Keep riding my cock,” he whispered in my ear and sucked on my earlobe. “You don’t know how amazing it feels to have your tight pussy wrapped around me.”
“I can’t take all of you.”
“Yes, you can.” As if it was a personal challenge, Mason cupped my butt and planted me back on the mattress with him on top of me. Alternating between rotating his hips and pushing in and out, he got deeper.
When I leaned my head back, he licked my neck and made sounds that melted everything inside of me.
Mason’s raw desire and uncompromising mission to conquer my body was the most arousing thing I’d ever experienced.
“You were always special to me, Mason.” The admittance escaped from a sealed part of my heart that kept all of my secrets.
Heat emanated from him as he pushed my knees up and sunk even deeper. No coherent words came from him, but I had to shush him when his moans and groans grew in volume. I hoped that the others were all sleeping and wouldn’t hear the creaking from the bed.
Mason made love to my entire body. His hands were touching and playing as if I was his new favorite toy. His kisses were deep and passionate. But the best part of it all was the way our bodies melded together. My second orgasm left me with a goofy smile, but I felt a greater sense of satisfaction when Mason fisted his hands into my hair and pushed deep inside me while whispering in my ear, “I’m coming.”
His moment as deadweight on top of me almost crushed me, but it was worth it tenfold. My first sexual experience had been a complete nightmare and made me doubt myself. But making love with Mason was everything the steamy books described it as.
For a long while we lay panting next to each other and then he put on some clothes and left for a moment. When he returned, he closed the door again, and brought a damp cloth to wash my body. It was sweet the way he cared for me and asked me how sore I was.
“I’m okay.”
