No apology has ever been felt like this.
He tells me he’s mine, his body, his heart. I worship him with my hands, roaming over the beautiful planes of his back, squeezing and rubbing his muscles, his trim hips and his ass. I press my lips everywhere, his face, his neck, his shoulders. I tell him that I’m his and I always have been. When he hears my declaration, he moans and fucks me harder. My * clenches around him and soaks his cock. Wetness leaks to my ass.
Mason drops his head and circles my nipple with his tongue. He sucks on the other, lifting and squeezing my breast, using his teeth when I beg him for it.
I fist his hair and cry out, arching away from the floor.
“Baby. Missed you,” he rasps, grabbing my face and kissing me hard, rocking into me more steadily, drawing my orgasm. “It killed me being apart, Brooke. I need you here. Need you with me.”
“Forever?”
“Fuck yes, forever. I love you. I will never love anyone else.”
“Mason,” I groan, gasping into his mouth. “If you ask me, I’ll say yes. I’m not scared. I will always say yes to you.”
I feel the rhythm of his heart change.
He growls, leaning back to look at me with wild eyes, his breathing heavy and desperate between us, his jaw clenched tight and sweat dripping down his face. I can see him struggling, trying to slow down the fervent drag of his cock while the muscles in his arms flex and swell on either side of my face.
He loses the battle.
Swearing and moaning my name, Mason pistons his hips and releases inside of me. His orgasm is exquisite, the tensing of his stomach, the noises he makes. He drops his head against my shoulder and pants in hot breaths, only contented for a few seconds before he’s sliding down my body and nuzzling his mouth against my clit.
“Oh . . . oh, God.”
I reach blindly for his hair, my eyes closed in bliss. I feel his hands take mine and link us together on either side of my body, his fingers pressing into the tops of my hands.
My legs shake against his head as he sucks and sucks on my clit. I moan when he blows lightly across it.
“You’ll say yes?” he asks, and I know he’s smiling. I can practically feel it against my skin he’s so close to me.
“Yes,” I breathe.
He squeezes my hands. He rolls his tongue heavily over that smooth bundle of nerves, and I wait, I wait for him to ask while my body tightens and warms all over. I wait while blood rushes in my ears. I strain to hear his voice. Is he asking? The only thing I can hear is my own heartbeat and my answer, over and over as my orgasm pulls me apart.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”
I collapse against the sleeping bag, my skin slick with sweat. I feel Mason’s lips on my thigh as he presses them there.
“Will you marry me?” he asks.
Smiling, I look down my body between my legs.
Mason raises his head. He looks so unsure for a man who just got his answer multiple times.
Was I not loud enough?
I sit up and grab his shoulders, pulling him until he’s on top of me. I kiss his mouth. “I’m sorry. What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
His lip twitches. Leaning back a bit, he stares down at me, smoothing his hand over my cheek. “Will you?” he asks, staring at my mouth, waiting for that one word I will never make him wait for.
“Yes.”
He collapses, burying his face in my neck. “Baby.”
“Don’t let go of me.”
I feel the slight shake of his head, his lips on my skin and the wetness leaking from his eyes.
“Never.”
BROOKE
My hands are shaking. Sweat builds up on my palms.
Jesus. How hot are these people trying to make this fucking wedding?