Page 68 of Mason Wilder
He took her by the waist, his large hands practically covering her petite frame, and pushed her to the center of the table. He climbed on top of her, his knees pressing painfully into the hard wood, but he never flinched. Anticipation had his heart galloping and his length hardening with excitement. He would be with the woman he loved without anything separating their bodies.
She was so fucking tight that every time they made love he almost came the moment he entered her. This time, without any sheathing, the sensations would be multiplied so he reminded himself to go slowly. He touched her entrance with his tip, immediately feeling an onslaught of tingling vibrations that made his head roll back and caused him to let out a deep sigh. He moved a little at a time, rocking his hips, allowing her body to pull him inside with a welcoming warmth that felt so fucking good.
He moaned, throwing his head back. Usually he waited for her to get used to his girth before he started pumping his hips, but this time it was him who needed to get used to bare flesh against bare flesh. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, his forehead hitting the unforgiving table. It broke his concentration enough so he could continue without climaxing immediately.
Tessa started gyrating against him, eager to consummate the unencumbered union of their bodies, and he groaned at the way she was making him feel. The way she moved, as if she couldn’t get enough of him, and her impatience, set his insides on fire. Everything she did was filled with enthusiasm and without restraint, including her lovemaking. She gave it her all, and his body reaped the rewards.
He moved in response to her needs, and she responded in a way that caused a rush of sensations to reverberate throughout his body. They were in tune with one another. They were a bassist and a drummer, in sync to the pulsating rhythm of the other’s body. Their harmonized movements fed the passion passing between them. His lower half tingled. His engorged shaft felt like a giant receptor, absorbing every impulse sent his way, be it from her body rubbing against him or the air filling his lungs. His nerve endings were hyper-sensitive, both from their unencumbered lovemaking and simply because of how much he loved her. It was all-consuming.
Her ankles locked behind his back and she hung onto his neck, flapping wildly. He didn’t need to move. She was running the show. A smile suddenly burst upon his lips. This girl took control in every situation, and he loved that about her. He straightened his arms and braced them on the table while pushing his hips forward, so he was buried deep inside her and let her take the reins. His head fell back, and his jaw tightened as he tried to restrain his orgasm, but couldn’t contain it. Euphoria ripped through him, causing him to let out a long guttural moan. His release filled her with a pulsating warmth and slickness, allowing their bodies to move together fluidly, and then he felt her inner muscles beating around his shaft with release.
Too spent to hold himself up any longer, he slowly lowered his body on top of her and kissed her.
She was out of breath and needed to break the kiss. “I can barely breathe,” she gasped.
“Me either,” he confessed, shifting onto the table next to her.
She rolled her head to the side and smiled through panting breaths. “Why are you smiling like that?”
“This was a first for me.”
She rolled over toward him and kissed the ball of his shoulder. “Having sex on the dining room table?”
He let out a short laugh, because that was true, but not what he was referring too. “Yeah. Actually it was.” He flashed his best grin. “But I meant that was the first time I didn’t use a condom.”
Her brow arched. “Really? I was your first?”
He chuckled again. “Yeah.”
She wrapped her arm around him, rested her head on his shoulder and let out a contented sigh. “I’m glad. Because you were my first. My Last. My everything.”
