Page 28 of Mason Wilder
He glanced down at her near-naked body, as if he couldn’t believe this was really happening, but she’s the one who was lost somewhere between fantasy and reality. She didn’t want to think about how surreal this was, or how shocked she’d been that he’d come back and admitted he loved her. She only wanted to enjoy a moment she’d dreamed about too many times to remember.He loves me, her inner voice echoed for the hundredth time.
Mason put his lips to her belly and rested them there while his hands held her waist. A soft breath escaped her as she automatically closed her eyes, but she forced them open to watch. His powerful hands covered most of her midsection, his face between them. She ran her fingers through his short hair then over his shoulders. “Mason.” How she had longed to touch him in this way. She’d brushed her fingers through his hair and rested her hand on his bare shoulder many times, but never in an intimate gesture, and she couldn’t get enough of him, but he was the one who perused her body, as if he wanted to take in every inch of her. The thought that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him, sent her emotions spiraling.
He looked up at her when she sighed his name and the intense gaze they shared held them together. There had always been a tie between them, only this time it was filled with longing and lust. He kissed his way up to her lips. The strength and depth of his kiss left her chest heaving. Feelings of desire filled her with insurmountable passion and urgency, something she never experienced before. She craved his touch, and she wanted it all over her body at once. “Mason,” she called his name again.
He pulled back and looked at her, questioning. Hesitant. “Do you want to take it slow?”
Slow? No. She definitely did not want to take it slowly. She’d waited too long for this moment. She was impatient, and answered by taking his face in her hands and kissing him, feverishly, twisting and turning her mouth.
He pulled back and smiled at her eagerness, which caused his cheeks to dimple under her thumbs. She let them fall into the soft gullies that made him so irresistibly adorable and gently stroked the little indents. She had wanted to caress his dimples for so long. She stared at his tattooed chest, shoulders and arms, only inches from her face. They were beautiful and masculine and accentuated the tight curves of muscle they rested upon. Her eyes went back to his face. He was watching her watch him. “Kiss me,” she whispered.
He fell into her and she wrapped her arms around him tightly, pressing his body against hers. His bare chest rubbed against her bare breasts. His hips bumped against her hips. His erection pressed into her lower abdomen. His razor stubble scraped against her jaw, then her neck, then her right breast, sending a tingling reverberation throughout her body.
With his lips moving from one breast to the other, his hand made a slow, soft descent across her hip and over her belly. She held her breath, practically shaking with anticipation, as his fingers gently touched her mound, tentatively, as if he wanted to make sure he didn’t rush anything. She quivered as she exhaled and raised her hips, inviting him to touch her more intimately. He kissed her as his fingers slipped between her legs and inside her. Unused to the rush of stimulation and sudden pressure, she gasped and broke the kiss. He paused to read her eyes, and she nodded. His fingers began to move again. In and out, then knocking inside of her. She never felt so alive. Every pore, every cell, every nerve ending shimmered with sensations. She pulled on his shoulders. Tugged at his back. Then reached down and boldly took his hard length in her hand and stroked it. Touching him amplified his touch on her. She responded twofold, panting and grunting. As her hand moved up and down his shaft, she pushed up and down with her hips. His breaths began to match hers, and she realized she was bringing him pleasure. It filled her with an intense rush to know that he enjoyed her touch.
Mason shifted on the bed, then paused as he gazed at her. He rolled off the bed, found his jeans and wallet and returned to the bed with a condom. He covered his shaft and positioned himself on top of her. Kissing her gently, he ran his hand down her cheek. “I’m going to go slow. Let me know if I’m hurting you.”
She nodded, unsure what to expect. She’d never done this before. She’d never been touched by a man nor had she ever touched a man. She wanted all of her firsts to be with Mason, and it was worth every agonizing second that she had to endure as she waited for this day. She still couldn’t believe she was about to lose her virginity. To Mason Wilder. She let out a relieved breath through a smile. It was about damn time.
He moved his hips forward and pressure tugged at her body with a deep burn. He paused when she tensed and waited for her body to get accustomed to his girth. After a moment, he slowly started rocking his hips and it soothed and relaxed her. His movements sent waves of stimulation through her body as he filled her, and she began to respond to his thrusts. She held onto his buttocks and clenched the tight muscles as she pumped her hips upwards taking his full length. She stared into his eyes, allowing the sensations to overtake her until they became too much. She panted heavily, as if she was absorbing his energy through her pores and lungs. She was lightheaded, but not from the lack of air, from the amazing man in her arms who she’d been waiting for her entire life. He was finally hers, and it brought an overwhelming sense of relief along with a strong bout of emotion. Oh God, she was going to cry. He was making love to her and she was going to cry. Embarrassed, she couldn’t let him see her tears, so she feigned wiping her brow, and let her hand slide across her eyes.
He must have noticed, because he slowed his momentum, cupped her cheek in one hand and kissed her. Not a lust-filled impatient kiss, but a hypnotic brush of lips against lips. “I love you,” he whispered.
The beauty of his declaration, at the most intimate moment, left her helpless, too overcome to find her voice and respond.
He picked up speed, a little at a time, maintaining eye contact, until he was slamming into her. Everything vibrated and hummed inside of her body. Her vision began to blur as the world spun around her. A multitude of sensations collided at once, and she cried out as an orgasm rushed through her. The years of pent up passion finally found release, and the emotion returned full force. This time, though, Mason didn’t notice because he was lost in his own state of euphoria. She ran her fingers through her damp hair and wiped a single tear from the corner of her eye. She regained composure quickly, as happiness and joy filled her to her core, and she gazed at Mason with a full heart. His eyes were rolling upwards, his jaw clenched. He stiffened for a few moments and then he lowered himself so their bodies were pressed together. He rested his face in the crook of her neck, and she wrapped her arms around him as her heart rate settled and returned to normal.
“That was incredible, Mason.”
He rolled off her, onto his side, but kept his face tucked into her shoulder. “I love you, Tessa.”
She smiled and placed her hand on his cheek. She’d never tire of hearing those three words from him. “I love you too, Mason.”
Mason’s head was reeling. How the hell had it taken him so long to realize how much he loved this unbelievable girl? He couldn’t tell her enough times, and planned to tell her every day for the rest of his life. He rubbed his cheek along her shoulder and listened to her even breathing. Her hair tickled him and he smiled. He found her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed her fingers. He kept her hand in his and brought it to his chest as he replayed the latter part of the evening in his head. He’d gone home early, feeling uncomfortable because he saw how hard Tessa was trying to win him over and his heart went out to her. He had just crossed through the Midtown Tunnel and turned onto 34th Street when he realized what a fool he’d been. Something had gone off in his head like a bombshell. As if a fog had cleared and his subconscious finally let the rest of his brain see the truth. He was in love with Tessa. He had spun the car around so fast he almost sideswiped a parked SUV and drove frantically back to Long Island. And then, when he found out that she was a virgin, he realized the extent of her love for him, and that love seeped into his soul and became part of his spirit. This extraordinary girl had actually saved herself for him. She was sweet and pure. Chaste. He’d never known anyone like her.
Exhausted, he rolled over and pulled off the condom. He probably should go to the bathroom and clean up, but he didn’t want to leave Tessa. She stirred and sleepily reached for him. He took her hand, kissed it, and snuggled against her. “I’m here.” And he was never leaving her side.
