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“I’ll take notes for next time,” he teases.
I pull off the bra and drop it, and Mason’s expression immediately gets serious. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, taking one of my breasts in his hand and stroking it. “I can’t believe you’re even more beautiful than in my fantasies.”
“Mason,” I whisper, “keep touching me.”
Our mouths meet again for another long, hot kiss. Then his hands and mouth lavish my breasts, and everything in my body grows tight. I slide my hands down to his belt buckle and quickly undo it, then I move his trousers down past his hips, eliciting a deep groan from him that reverberates through my body. He rocks against me, and I swear all my muscles clench with need.
“I don’t want foreplay anymore,” I plead.
“Oh, you’re getting foreplay,” Mason says, hooking his finger around the clear strap of my black thong, then slowly, deliciously, running his finger back and forth underneath it.
I groan in both agony and ecstasy.
“Did I not tell you I love foreplay?” Mason teases. “Like for hours and hours.”
I prop myself up on my elbows and shoot him a dirty look. “That doesn’t work for me.”
“Oh?” he says, lowering the strap down on one side.
I bite my lip.
“I want this to be really good for you,” he says, his voice quiet.
“Mason. It’s already good. Because I get to be with you,” I say, my voice unexpectedly wobbly on the last word. I pause for a moment, swallow hard, and continue. “I thought this would only be a dream. And now it’s real.”
He moves back up and kisses me, this time slowly. Carefully. I have so many feelings running through me right now, but most of all, I am so grateful that Mason is the man in my bed tonight.
And my heart is full knowing he is the one who is loving me.
“Now, where was I?” he teases playfully, his hand moving down over my thigh and back to the strap of my thong.
“I think you were about to take off your trousers,” I say suggestively.
“Oh?”
“Yes. Because I want to see you,” I say, lifting my leg and lightly pushing my stiletto into him.
He grabs my ankle, then slips off my shoe before throwing it over his shoulder. I laugh. His hand skims down my other leg, slowly stroking me until he removes my other heel. Then he stands up, takes off his trousers, and he’s before me in black boxers, looking absolutely magnificent.
I scramble up onto my knees, moving before him. Our mouths come together again, our hands all over each other as we kiss as if our lives depend on it. But I do need this. I need Mason.
Just like this.
“Condom,” I gasp, my body so tight and throbbing that I can’t think straight.
“No.”
“Mason!”
He kisses my jaw. My chin. My throat.
“Baby, I promise I’m going to give you everything you want. But let me have this. Because I need to see you come undone first. That,” he says, his eyes swimming with desire, “is what I need.”
I finally understand. He needs to see me have pleasure first before he can seek it himself.
His mouth finds mine again, pulling my body tighter against his as he lowers me back onto the mattress, his athletic body pinned to mine, and I surrender to what he needs.
To what I need.
