After he pulled his fingers free, he replaced them with something much larger that nudged my entrance and made my vision gray. Oh, God. We were doing this. We were doing it right now. I held my body taut in eager excitement as his blunt tip pressed a little deeper.
The only other person I’d ever had sex with had been Jeremy, and he’d been so controlling and domineering, I wasn’t absolutely positive what the normal procedure was. What if Mason wanted me to be more involved, or less involved, or…?
As if sensing my sudden insecurity, Mason looked up, his face flushed. “Reese? Are you sure?”
That was it. His concern for me broke through all my fears about proper procedure. I needed this man now, in every way possible.
I nodded like a bobble-headed doll. “Yes. Yes. Please.”
He set his forehead against mine and thrust forward, impaling me fully.
Oh.
God.
I sucked in a sharp, startled breath, not expecting so much, so soon. Oh, God. So very, very much. He hadn’t hesitated once. My body couldn’t adjust and I slapped his back in uncontrollable panic. “Stop! Wait, wait, wait.”
He immediately fell still and pulled his shoulders back to look into my eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you okay? I thought you said—”
He began to pull out, but I locked my legs tighter around him to stop any movement whatsoever.
I shushed him, needing silence so I could clear my head. “I’m fine. I’m fine.” My mind was scrambled. I felt so stretched and full. He seemed everywhere. My thoughts were a scattered, disorganized mess.
It was too freaking overwhelming.
“I just…I need a moment. I wasn’t expecting it to be so…You’re so big. Bigger than…” I looked into the worried, frantic face above me, and once again, that was all I needed. I grew famished. “Mmm.”
My body warmed, adjusted, and accepted him. It actually relished the snug fit. In fact, it craved more and wanted to feel that delicious inner stretching again, wanted to feel him rubbing against the bundle of nerves inside me, and it wanted it right freaking now.
I arched up under him, burning for more. “Move, move, move,” I panted.
Mason looked conflicted and a little panicked. “But you told just told me to stop.”
I grabbed two handfuls of thick, wavy hair and clutched them hard. “Well, now I need you to move. Oh, God. Please, hurry. I feel so…I’m so…Jesus, what are you doing to me?”
Keeping a suspicious eye on me as his cheeks grew ruddy and his pupils dilated, he pulled out only to immediately rock back in. And oh my stars, the fit was just as snug and mind-blowing as his first plunge. I arched under him, moaning out my ecstasy in a low keen. “More.”
Mason set a hand on the pillow by my face, watching me as he steadily pumped my body. “You confuse the hell out of me, Teresa Nolan, Reese Randall, or whoever the hell you are.” His voice was raw and winded. “But I still can’t get enough of you.”
I was so happy he knew all my names and every part of me. There were no secrets between us. Just him and me, and this.
He plunged into me harder, shifting us just enough to slide deeper. Then he rearranged my legs, telling me it would make him feel bigger in me, and holy crap, he wasn't lying. Next he flexed his penis just so, hitting a spot that almost had me crossing my eyes. Damn, he sure knew what to do.
I thrashed my head from side to side, fighting the tightening in my loins as much as I embraced it.
“You feel so good, so good,” I chanted from between chattering teeth. “So good.”
Why were my teeth chattering? Why the hell was my entire body chattering? It seemed like the firmer my muscles pulled around him, the more my organs low in my abdomen swelled. And the more they expanded, the harder I shook.
“Christ,” Mason bit out. His teeth clenched and neck tendons strained. “Don’t say shit like that to me when I’m already on the edge. You feel good too, Reese. So…goddamn…good. But I don’t want it to end yet.”
I didn’t either. Except the faster he moved, the better it felt. And the better it felt, the sooner it was going to end.
“Oh, screw it.” I dug my fingers into his firm ass and moved with him, urging him to quicken the pace. “We can have long, drawn-out slow sex later.”
He groaned again, though this was more like a whimper. “Promise?”
I nodded. “Yes. Yes. Right now, just light me up. Please.”
“On it.” His hips slapped against mine. And…damn.
It was the first time I actually savored the carnal delight of this act. I cherished every wicked sensation vibrating through me. Hugging his hips tight between my thighs as he repeatedly entered and withdrew, I threw my head back and arched with him.
And yet, despite how hot and sweaty and primal it was, I felt a connection that ran so much deeper than the physical. The electrical current that had tethered us together the first moment I’d ever seen him across the college campus ignited inside me.