Jocelyn’s heart thumped painfully in her chest, terrified of the future. The whole conversation had rattled her, but she believed in Mason. When Mason’s lips found hers, his arms crushing around her body, filling her with the safety and the security that he promised, it pushed the fear away. He was going to take care of her, give her everything she never knew she always wanted. And she was going to let him.
“I can give you all of that, and more.” He pulled back, brushing his hands through her hair. “Where should we go first?” The question had fire flashing in his eyes and a devious smile on his face.
Heat filled her cheeks, and an ache pulsed low. She had Mason’s heart and soul, but now she needed him; the man who made her panties wet and her toes curl. She pushed her body against his. The hard buds of her breasts rubbed against the clothing between them, the roughness not enough to scratch the itch that needed to be sated. Demanding hands clenched her hips, pulling them against an equally aroused body.
“Bedroom?” He grinned.
“Not the bedroom,” she whispered.
She now cringed at the thought of Mason taking her in the same place as… Her thoughts trailed off.
Jocelyn leaned in close, pressing her lips gently next to his ear. She let out a little puff of air before she spoke. “There’s so much house we haven’t explored.”
“You’re right.”
The ravenous glint in his eyes and his cocky smile sent a warm chill up her spine. She was so wanton that his look alone was setting her body on fire and might even make her come apart where she stood.
“Do you trust me, Joss?”
“Completely,” she answered resoundingly.
Mason pulled back. The coolness of the separation did nothing to put out the heat she felt. But his body returned once again, behind her, ushering her toward the back of the house. She wanted to ask questions, but the thrill of not knowing what he was going to do to her body was too exciting. She loved it when Mason took the lead, as he often did, and that was a true sign of trust.
They stopped in the entryway of a good-sized library in the home. It had sofas, chairs, and floor-to-ceiling windows to allow the best lighting for reading. This part of the house overlooked a lush, wooded acreage.
“How do you know about this room?” she asked with a coy smile, turning up at him.
“I might have given myself the grand tour when you were sleeping.” He kissed her. “Arms up,” he demanded.
Following his request, she lifted her arms, trying to control her erratic breath as his hands found the hem of her shirt, tickling her as he pulled the garment up and off. Mason massaged her satin covered breasts, causing goosebumps to spread over her flesh. His masterful fingers skated down her body, lightly scraping her skin before landing at her lace sheltered vagina. The pressure from his hands pushing her body into his was a small relief. She felt his warm breath on her neck before he took her ear into his mouth, nibbling on it. She was thankful that he held her steady as she was sure she’d melt into a puddle on the floor.
“I’m going to press you against that window and fuck you.” The low words had her panties soaked.
“Then do it,” she challenged. This slow business was driving her crazy.
“I’m enjoying myself too much. Let me.”
Mason rustled around behind her, removing his shirt, before unzipping her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. The crisp air brushing against the bare skin sent goosebumps as the thrill of the unknown throbbed in her chest.
Directing her toward the window, he carefully positioned her to his liking. Her bodice and face pressed against the cool surface, arms splayed out, but hips cocked back enough that when he tugged them she needed the support from the thick glass.
She jumped when his smooth hardness rubbed between her legs, over her pantie covered lips teasingly. Back and forth, he continued, finding a sweet rhythm. The top of his cock teased her sensitive clit with each passing graze. Pausing, he held them close together, brushing his face stubble erotically against her neck, making her body quake.
“It’s going to take everything I have to not come apart the moment my cock is inside your tight cunt. Skin to skin, stretching you full.”
She felt a tremor rock through his body, and she knew every word he spoke was true. And it was fucking hot to know that he desired her as much as she did him. Her breath hitched when his hands wrapped around to her front, dipping into her panties, and settled gently on her wet folds.
His fingers circled the hidden nub. “I’m going to fuck you like never before. You’re going to love it. You want me to own this pussy.” His words were husky against her ear as his hands massaged her mound.
His dirty words called to a place deep inside her. “Yes,” was the only response she could manage.
She was thankful for the window holding her in place as Mason slid her panties off, following them all the way down. His hands caressed the sides of her thighs on the way back up, before they landed a quick slap to her ass, causing her to jump. She was startled by the unfamiliar action, but the pulse in her pussy loved it.
Woah. Jocelyn caught herself on the window as her hips were hauled back, her legs forced open wider by Mason’s leg. There was a catch in her throat as his cock slipped into her wet pussy, settling deep. He wrapped her hair in his fist, pulling her head back enough that she could see his face.
“Feel me. I have you completely. My cock is owning your tight cunt.” He thrusted to the hilt.
“Yes. You know what I like.”
“Oh, I do. Do you need more? Tell me, are you greedy for this dick?”
“Mason.” Her voice was hoarse, dry from the lust.
“Tell me. Tell me you want it harder. Tell me I own this pussy.”
His possessive words were doing crazy things to her insides, making her heart race, and the low ache burn for release.
“You’re it, Mason. Fuck me. Oh God. I’m yours. I’m going to come. Please.”
A thrust, deeper, harder, that surely hit her cervix had her crying out with pleasure. Releasing her hair, his fingers bit into her hips as he continued to pound into her. She bobbed back, meeting his drive, grinding against him as he found that infamous superior spot.
“Right there! Don’t stop!” she pleaded. “Don’t. Stop.”
Spots circled her vision, and Mason’s name rang off the walls of the room as her body burst with pleasure, only to have the waves continue as Mason came hard inside her, sending over another wave of satisfaction.
The cool window gave a refreshing feeling to her fevered body as the sound of their panting breaths filled the room. Mason pulled her back against him, snaking an arm around her torso. His other hand tipped her face toward his as he captured her lips with a passion-filled kiss. She opened to him, letting his tongue dominate as she followed along as a willing participant.
“God, I love you,” Mason said, his blue eyes piercing her soul.
Jocelyn felt tears form in her eyes as her heart swelled with love, and pride. “I love you too, Mason. Always.”
What she felt for this man was too much: intense and real. Everything she expected love to be.
“I have something for you. It’s in the living room. I’ll be right back.” Mason slowly backed away, steadying her before pulling on his shorts and exiting the room.
Forgoing her damp panties, Jocelyn pulled her skirt back on before falling to the couch. Her mind, body, and soul were exhausted, and yet there was more.