Page 90 of Fun and Games
He surged forward and devoured my lips, taking total control of the kiss until my lungs burned for air. His hands left my hips and took both sides of my face, pulling me close and not letting up.
I finally had to break away with a gasp. My mouth tingled and my insides ached, more wetness seeping out of me. My inner walls fluttered around him as I realized I'd unconsciously began to rock back and forth.
"You tried to distract me," I accused.
"And it worked," he smirked.
I dove back down, demanding more kisses and letting myself bounce up and down on his cock as much as I pleased, no longer caring about teasing him, only caring about the pleasure rising inside me, begging to be released.
We panted into each other's mouths, clutching at hips and shoulders and backs, scratching with nails, fingers curling into flesh, until eventually we reached our peak together, both crying out in ecstasy.
We trembled against one another as we came down from the high, slowly floating back to earth.
"I love it when you ride me like that," he said against my hot, sweaty skin. "It's so goddamn hot to see you take control."
"It's a workout for the thighs, though," I said with a laughing puff of air.
"The sex will burn off the calories of the pizza," he said.
I shot right up.
"Shit, the pizza." I scrambled off his lap and reached for the box of tissues on the coffee table. "I completely forgot."
We cleaned ourselves up quickly and did a thorough wash of our hands, just in time for the pizza guy to knock.
Mason pulled me in with an arm hooked around my waist, giving me a quick kiss before I opened the door. He pushed a strand of hair away from my face, his eyes soft and warm.
"You're amazing, you know that?" he said quietly.
My heart thumped heavily.
"I'll get the plates," he continued with a final press of his lips to my forehead.
Then he smacked my ass with a wink and I yelped.
"Don't think I'm not going to get you back for that teasing, though," he said as he headed to the kitchen.
"Don't think I won't enjoy it," I called out.
I didn't know what the pizza guy thought when he opened the door and saw me grinning with messy hair, a barely buttoned blouse and a sappy expression on my face. I couldn't bring myself to care.
We sat on the sofa watching a movie, a historical piece this time, not Disney, because I thought it was only to fair to Mason that we watch one of his favorites once in a while.
Mason's arm was around my waist, and I was tucked firmly against his side. I tried to concentrate on the movie, but my thoughts kept wandering. It wasn't because the movie was boring. It was because my mind wouldn't stop whirring away.
I felt so good when I was with Mason. I felt so care for. So… loved. He was sexy, and he was thoughtful, and he was everything I could have asked for in a guy.
The things I felt for Mason, the way he made me feel, the way my heart lifted and glowed whenever he was around…
Was it love I felt for him?
I'd known what love felt like, once. This was different. It wasn't lesser. It wasn't more than. It was different. But just as strong. Just as powerful.
Was it really love?
I peeked up at Mason. His green eyes were focused on the TV screen, but his hand was absentmindedly rubbing circles along my hip. He must have felt me watching him, because he looked down to find me staring.
He leaned down and nudged my nose with his.
