When we pull into the driveway, I hold my breath. I’m not a virgin, but for some reason my stomach does flip-flops and I’m as nervous as if it was my first time.
Mason comes around to my side of the car and opens the door for me, extending his hand. I place my hand in his and let him pull me out of the car. He wraps his arm around me and places a too-quick kiss on my lips. While he grabs our suitcases, I wait by the car and follow him into the house for the second time today.
He unlocks the door and sets our suitcases just inside before reaching back to take my hand and bringing me into the house. He pulls me to him and slams the door shut as soon as I cross the threshold.
Our lips crash together, and he carefully removes the veil from my hair, pulling away only to set it across the back of his couch.
We continue making our way to the bedroom, and I help him get out of his tux jacket. I throw it behind me before unbuttoning his shirt as quickly as I can.
Mason struggles to undo the back of my dress and I flip around so he can see what he’s doing. His fingers brush down my back as he slowly unlaces my dress. The sound of the laces rubbing against each other is the only sound besides our heaving breaths in the silence of the house.
Once my dress has been completely unlaced, it falls to the floor around my feet and he draws me to him once more. I quickly work to finish getting his shirt off, and as soon as I do, he lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist.
I release his lips so I can trail kisses down his neck, nipping and sucking up and down. He lets out a growl when I nip just below his ear. He presses me up against the wall just outside his bedroom door while he reaches and turns the doorknob, opening it.
He holds me up, and I keep my arms and legs wrapped around him, running my fingernails through his long hair. His answering growls tell me he’s enjoying this just as much as I am.
When my back hits the bed, he pulls back and slowly removes his pants and undergarments and stands completely naked, staring down at me. His impressive length stands at attention, and I have no doubt he’s completely ready for me.
“We’re going to have to get these off of you, aren’t we?” He smirks down at me before twirling his finger for me to flip over for him.
Instead of simply unhooking the bra containing my breasts, he leans over me, completely covering my back with the heat of his body. Reaching around, he uses his hands to engulf each of my breasts, and as he does, he involuntarily thrusts against me.
“I should probably tell you something…” I start. Behind me, he freezes, hands releasing me when he pulls back. “I’m not exactly… I know you haven’t… but I’m not a virgin…” My voice trails off as I finish the broken sentence.
“Is that all? I deduced that when we were in the treehouse,” he says.
I look back and he has a smile across his face. Releasing the breath I was holding, I smile back at him.
“Let me assure you.” He trails his fingers along my spine and goosebumps pepper my skin as he unhooks my bra, infuriatingly slow. “I may not have had sex in this body.” I pull my arms out of the straps and he tosses it across the room. Leaning in close, he whispers in my ear, “But I have all of the memories of my past lives.” I shudder in his arms.
Next, he flips me onto my back and I wrap my legs around him as he presses his lips to mine once more. The feel of his chest against mine, his length just where I want him, pulls a moan from me. His hair rubs against my sensitive skin, directly connected to more intimate parts of me, while those same parts enjoy the friction of his hard length.
The only barrier between us is my panties, and he pulls back to oh-so slowly drag them down my legs. Once I’m completely naked, his eyes roam up and down my body and an appreciative hum escapes him.
He climbs up onto the bed and carefully brings me up with him, my head resting on the pillow before he lowers his glorious weight on me again.
I position my knees up so my legs rest on either side of his waist. He holds himself up on his elbows, looking down at me before bringing his lips to mine once more.
My impatience to have him inside of me grows and, finally, I wrap my legs around his waist once more and drag him to me. He leans back and asks, “Are you sure you’re ready? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ve been ready since you popped up in my bed.” I chuckle and drag him to me with my legs once more.
He kisses me again, and I run my tongue along the seam of his lips, asking for access. As soon as his lips part, my tongue darts out and tangles with his.
Oh-so painfully and blissfully slowly, he inches forward and eases just the tip in before pulling back again. I growl at the loss and use all of my weight to reverse our positions, so I am now straddling him.
He brings his hands to rest on my hips, and our tongues continue to dance. I make sure my legs are positioned where I want them before slowly lowering myself onto his length. We both groan when I completely seat myself, filled with his length. I stay where I am, allowing my body to adjust to the glorious invasion for just a moment before starting to move.
I lift and lower myself along his length, rolling my hips at the bottom, eliciting a moan from both of us. Quickly, I feel myself climbing toward climax, and when he releases my lips, I can hear his pants grow quicker. My own pants increase and I keep my mind focused on the glorious feeling of him inside me, the feel of his cock as it rubs against my most tender places.
He wraps his arms around me and reverses our positions once more. I bring his arm around my leg, showing him how best to allow for the deepest penetration. My breasts bounce freely as he continues to plunge into me.
I look up into his eyes and he smiles down at me, continuing the blissful assault on my long unused places. His movements start to change and I bring my fingers down to move in small circles on my clit and I shatter around him, followed by his release just a moment later.
He collapses on top of me and we breathe deeply, catching our breath. “That was, wow,” he says between pants. “Is it always like that?”
I chuckle before answering, “I thought you said you remembered from your past lives,” I tease, “but not always. A lot of women never reach a climax.”
He looks at me shocked before rolling off of me and asking, “What was that you did with your fingers at the end there?” He props his head up with one of his hands and looks down at me while I answer.
“Uh, well, you see… when you changed our position… it kind of distracted? my lady parts. And I needed something to help build me back up quickly.”
“So you helped yourself go off?”
“Go off?” Genuinely confused by phrasing I’ve never heard before, it takes me a minute to realize he’s talking about my orgasm. “You mean orgasm? Finish? Fireworks?” I laugh as I think about the many other terms for orgasming I’ve read in books.
“Dear wife, are you making fun of me?” He punctuates each word with a kiss.
“Just a little bit.” I hold my thumb and pointer up close together.
“I do believe…” A moan escapes me when he brings his hand to rest against the curve of my sex. “Like this?” he asks and two fingers dip inside me.
My eyes roll back in my head at the same time my back arches off the bed. “What about this?” he asks when he curls those fingers inside me. Quickly, I can feel myself building toward another orgasm, and I pant as he continues to pet that place inside me.
“Thumb,” I choke out, needing a little pressure against my clit to get me there. Briefly I look at him and he looks confused. Reaching down, I use my fingers to show him what I mean, and he’s quickly able to replicate the motion with his thumb.
His fingers alternate between curling and plunging in and out. My pants and moans grow in volume. He adds a third finger and I can feel myself tighten around him before everything explodes and I ride his hand as I come down from my high.
He pulls his hand out and brings me to him with his other arm. My arm rests across his abs and he runs his hand up and down my spine while my breathing slows.
Once I’ve caught my breath, I look down and see he’s back to standing at attention. I run my fingers lightly up and down his length and he hisses out a breath.
“Callie, you don’t have to,” he starts. His fingers start to weave into my hair before the pins stop their entry into my blonde locks, and he gently tugs on what he can to bring my face up to his.
“I want to.” I climb back on top of him. This time, when I lower myself on him, my insides feel gloriously used. I look down at him and prop my body up with my hands on his chest. Slowly, I rock back and forth and he looks down to where our bodies connect, watching the motion, and we can both feel the effects on our bodies.
This time I keep a slow pace, building us up, bringing both of us to the precipice before pulling back and changing position. Time and time again, I bring us both to the brink and pull back, both of our bodies building tension with the continual denial of what we’re both ready for.
This time he lets me stay in control and I begin to pick up the pace a little. I squeeze my inner muscles along his length. A low moan escapes him and I roll my hips each time I hit the bottom. He brings his fingers to my clit and my body takes over. I start to move faster and faster, building us both to a climax so life-changing, I collapse on top of him, falling quickly to sleep.
I awake to his fingers running through my loose hair while he whispers sweet nothings in my ear. Tilting my face up to him, I smile and he says, “If I’d have known it was going to be like that… I may have let you take advantage of me in the treehouse.”
“Oh, take advantage of you, huh?” I tickle his side and he jerks and twitches until I’m flung to the other side of the bed and he rolls onto all fours and stalks back over me. “Did you take my hair down?”
“While you were sleeping, yes. Dear wife, I do believe we should get something to eat. I’m famished.” I look over at the clock and see hours have passed since we got to the house.
“What do you have?”
“Perhaps we should have thought about that on the way here. I’m afraid my options are limited to canned soup or mac and cheese.”
“I can always go for some mac and cheese.” He rolls out of the bed and marches out in nothing but his birthday suit. I shrug and move to the bathroom so I can clean up before making my way to the kitchen.