“That’s right, princess. Make yourself come all over my cock.”
I moaned in response as my fingers rubbed harder. I wasn’t one for sex talk, but Mason’s voice was so deep, husky, and sexy. It was what I needed to push me over the edge.
Rubbing my clit faster a few more times and feeling him hit that spot deep inside me, the dam broke and I moaned loud as my orgasm took over. My body became weak, but Mason wrapped an arm around my waist to hold me up. Still driving into me, he grunted at every thrust until he finally seated himself deep inside, groaning his own release.
It was euphoric, a moment I didn’t want to end. But all too quickly, he pulled out and I immediately felt empty.
It amazed me how he could make me feel. Nobody else before him made me yearn to be filled and to stay filled. At that very moment, I wanted him back inside me, to control and command my body.
I stayed where I was, leaning against the wall, willing my legs to stop shaking. I heard a door open and turned my head to see Mason walking into the house through the French doors. His pants were on, but left unbuttoned. I suddenly felt way too naked and pulled away from the wall in search of my underwear. Spotting them on the floor a few feet away, I slipped them on then fixed my boobs, adjusting my bra back into place.
So much for eating dinner, I thought as I smiled to myself. I picked up my discarded dress and pulled it over my head. I could smell the food that was abandoned on the table and looked at it longingly as my stomach growled.
“I’d like to say that I’m sorry our dinner went cold, but I’m not.” Mason smiled devilishly, walking through the doors.
I straightened out my dress as he strode toward me, his pants already buttoned.
“Would you like to take the food inside and warm it up? Maybe now I can eat and not focus so much on your lips,” he stated as he leaned down, brushing his own lips against my forehead.
I felt my skin flush as I laughed.
“Yes, I don’t want that steak to go to waste,” I answered, moving toward the table to pick up my plate.
After he grabbed his as well, we made our way back into the kitchen and I followed him toward the microwave. It was set in the far right corner of the counter and looked completely out of place. I’d assume if he had a kitchen this fancy and a cook, they didn’t need to have one. Mason didn’t look like the kind of guy who popped popcorn every now and then.
After our food was heated and he’d poured us glasses of water, I walked with him toward the bar stools. Mason grabbed some silverware along the way and placed them down beside my plate when we finally took a seat.
I dug into the food and closed my eyes as I chewed, savoring the flavor.
“Have you had many boyfriends?”
I swallowed and turned my head to look at him.
“Excuse me?” I asked. I thought I’d heard him wrong.
“Have you had many boyfriends?” he asked genuinely. He looked completely unaffected by asking me something so personal, so I was going to take that as my cue that I could do the same.
“Around four,” I stated, then placed some vegetables in my mouth. “And you?” I asked, raising a brow. “You said you’ve never dated, right?”
He took a bite of his steak and shook his head. “No.”
I turned my body toward him, ready to start asking some real questions.
“How is that even possible? You’re so…I mean, look at you. I can’t imagine you were ugly when you were young.”
He chuckled.
“Relationships were of no interest to me,” he answered flatly.
“But why?”
He regarded me with a furrowed brow then turned to stare at his food. I studied him as he pushed his vegetables around his plate. The way he acted about relationships made me wonder what had happened to him when he was younger. Maybe someone broke his heart. Maybe his mother’s death was too hard on him. I could see it going both ways, and I wouldn’t fault him for not wanting to talk about it. I really shouldn’t be pushing him to answer anything. I knew he was a private person, never divulging any specifics so nothing would get printed in the papers. And he didn’t seem like someone who trusted easily.
He was quiet as he took another bite of his food, and I figured he probably wouldn’t answer me. I also tried not to overanalyze the fact that he stated relationships were of no interest to him and not are, as in present tense.
“My life has always been complicated. There was never any room for anything else.”
I looked at him as he spoke then turned to my food. I didn’t want to question his vague answer, so I moved on to a different topic.
“Have you ever been in love?” I knew I shouldn’t have asked as soon as the words left my lips. I was getting too personal to the point where I was starting to feel uncomfortable. We’d just had a sexually enhanced encounter, and I was ruining it with my curiosity.
Curiosity killed the cat, but I would never learn.