He smirked at me as he stalked me like prey, standing only a foot away. "Only if it were untrue, princess. I'll let you be the judge of that." He poked my thigh with it.
I glanced down and bit my lip. If he wanted to call it the beast, that was fine with me. I gazed back up at him to tell him just that, but his lips crashed against mine. His hands cupped my face, and I dropped the loofa to grab onto his forearms as he assaulted my mouth. His kiss was slow but hard, teasing yet demanding. I loved it. Kissing was one of the things that turned me on to the point of combusting, but they had to be an exceptional kisser, and Mason was amazing. My core clenched, begging for him to be inside me every time his lips were on mine.
He pulled back and I looked up at his lips, dripping with water.
"You've changed things for me, Emma."
I stared into his eyes, which were focused on my mouth as he spoke before they drifted up to meet my gaze.
"You've changed things for me, too."
Every fear I had washed away.
He smiled that half-grin he always displayed when he was about to do something delicious, and he didn't disappoint. Leaning down slowly, he brushed his lips against mine and I opened up for him, nibbling his bottom lip at first then joining our tongues in a passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. He moaned and ran his hands down the side of my body until they reached the bottom curve of my butt. I yelped into his mouth as he pulled me up, and I held on tight as he pushed my body against the shower wall.
He broke our kiss and leaned forward to suck a nipple into his mouth. I gasped in approval, rocking my hips against him, digging my nails into his neck as the sensations flowed through me. He moved to the other nipple, giving soft nibbles before sucking the whole thing into his mouth. I moved my fingers to grip onto his hair and moaned with every flick of his tongue. It was almost too much. I was so worked up that rocking my hips on him was about to release some of the ache I'd built up. I knew he could tell because I was working faster against him.
"Not yet, princess."
He pulled away from me, and we gazed at each other as I felt him position himself at my entrance. He pushed in slowly, and I watched as he bit his lip and his breathing increased. He was looking at me so intently, watching every expression I made as he pulled out agonizingly slow and pushed back in the same way. He was torturing me with pleasure, but I loved every minute of it.
He started to pick up his pace, but it still wasn't as fast as it had been all the other times we'd been together. It was as if he was trying to make it last, but with every slow thrust, his pelvis was teasing my clit and it pulsed with every touch, bringing me closer and closer.
He nuzzled his face into my neck as he slowed his pace again and I groaned, needing a release.
"Not yet, princess. Not yet," he breathed.
I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pulled slightly as I tried to rock against him.
The feeling he was causing in my body was unlike anything before. I didn't understand it. I felt connected to him in a way I'd never experienced. It scared me but liberated me all at the same time. How could I feel this way for a man I’d just met? A man I still knew very little about.
As he stared into my eyes and the orgasm built, I realized I was falling for him. It's cliché and unrealistic, but it was there. I'd said I didn't want anything serious, that I needed to focus on schooling, on myself. I don't think I'd told that to my heart, though.
With one more torturously slow massage against my clit, I lost it. The orgasm crashed through me and I moaned long and loud as my body shook with pleasure.
"Mason! Oh, God," I moaned as I rocked with his slow thrusts.
He nuzzled his face into my neck and thrust hard two more times before letting out his own release, biting my neck as he groaned.
We stayed in a sexual haze as we both came down from our orgasms, my arms still firmly wrapped around his body and his face still pressed against my neck. I took that time to go over the thoughts flowing through my mind. It must have been the excitement talking, the anticipation of release causing me to be nonsensical. There was no way I could possibly be falling for him already. The thought seemed farfetched, and yet I knew the connection we'd had was instantaneous. Why did I think falling for him would be any different?
Pulling away from me, Mason kissed my neck then my shoulder before he looked up to meet my eyes with a small smile.
"I think I might be becoming addicted to you, Ms. Blake."
I smiled at his formal use of my name and bit my lip. "And what shall we do about that, Mr. Cline?"
"I'm not sure," he stated as he kissed my forehead. "I can't lock you in my room." He smiled then raised a brow. "Or can I?"
I laughed. "I don't think you'd have to lock me in there. I'm pretty sure I'd willingly stay."