“You can’t be a man who takes what he wants when it’s willingly being given to you,” I admitted.
As soon as the words left my mouth, his lips were on mine. Lifting his hands, he entangled them in my hair and I did the same to him. I felt his erection pushing through his pants as I pressed myself harder against him, my need taking over my actions.
He slowly started walking me backwards until my back met the wall, then he pulled back, breaking our kiss.
“Turn around and put your hands up on the wall,” he commanded in a low tone, breathing heavily.
Excitement coursed through me and I did as I was told. My arousal had soaked through my thong and was dampening my thighs, something that had never happened to me before. With Mason, I was always so ready, the excitement of being with him overwhelming.
All thoughts of the way the night was supposed to go quickly went out the door as soon as I felt him gathering up my skirt. I bowed my head and took deep breaths as I felt the material slowly move higher and higher.
“I’ve been craving you,” he breathed, leaning in to me. I tilted my head back until the side of his face was pressed against mine. “To feel that tight pussy around my cock.” He bunched my dress up around my hips and pulled back. “If you don’t want this, princess, tell me now,” he growled.
“I want it,” I moaned as he ran his fingers along the outside of my thong. “Don’t stop.”
Grabbing both sides of my dress, he lifted it up, pulling me away from the wall so he could yank it off completely.
“Lean toward the wall, place your hands above your head and stick your ass out for me.”
I did as I was told; all the while, he was running the tips of his fingers up and down my spine.
“You’re so beautiful.”
I turned my head and looked behind me to see him unbuttoning his dress shirt. He was glorious underneath his clothes, although I hadn’t been able to fully appreciate what he looked like with his pants off, too. When I saw him naked in his bathroom that night, I wasn’t exactly looking at him in a sexual way to appreciate his hard-earned muscular lines.
Meeting his gaze, he smirked at me as he removed his shirt, tossing it to the ground. Then he grabbed my hips and leaned forward, placing his lips on my shoulder blade, kissing his way down.
I looked away, dropping my head again, and closed my eyes. I savored every delicate touch of his lips on my skin.
He slowly worked his way down then licked the skin right above my thong, and I moaned in anticipation. Slowly, he grabbed the material between his teeth and started pulling them down until they eventually fell on their own.
With my ass sticking out for him to do as he wished, I waited not so patiently for what he might do. What I didn’t expect was for him to spank my ass, causing a yelp to escape my lips.
I felt him get closer to me as he ran a hand from my ass all the way up until his fingers splayed in my hair, grabbing a handful and tilting my head back.
“I wanted to go slow with you, but I need this,” he confessed as he reached his other hand around to slide a finger between my lips, rubbing my clit in the process.
My mouth hung open and moans escaped as his finger worked its way up and down as his other hand tightened in my hair.
“Then take it,” I commanded.
I needed this just as much as he did. My body could only take so much sexual tension before I’d go into a frenzy. I was also learning that Mason was more open with his thoughts in a sexual setting.
Removing his hands from my flushed body, I heard him rustle with his clothes then felt him rub the head of his dick at my opening.
He pulled me away from the wall slightly then pressed his hand on my back, lowering me into a better position.
I was completely exposed and ready for him. Ready to be taken to a level of pleasure only he’d ever shown me. When he finally entered me, I let out a moaned sigh of content.
He grabbed on to my hips, pulling me back to meet his thrusts. It was slow at first, but then he quickly gained momentum. I wasn’t able to contain how vocal I was and hoped like hell Lexi had gone home for the night.
With every hard thrust, he pounded into me; air was pushed from my lungs, causing me to be louder. I loved every minute of it. Hearing him groan behind me with his fingers digging in to my hips was such a turn-on.
“You feel so fucking good, Emma,” he breathed.
He removed one hand from my hip and brought it around to my breast, squeezing it before he pulled down the material and pinched my nipple.
My core pulsated at his touch and I could feel my orgasm looming.
Unable to control my need, I pushed back on him and lowered my hand to rub my finger through my wetness.
Just one touch caused my knees to start shaking. I closed my eyes and bowed my head, concentrating on every touch, every feeling he caused within me.