I crossed my arms across my breast. “So you mean to tell me that you came to this cabin with the intention of fucking me?”
“Like I said, I’m always prepared. But I won’t lie, of course I wanted to fuck you, but I never thought it’d happen.”
I grinned, burning with the need to feel him inside of me. “It isn’t if you don’t hurry up and get those pants off!”
He didn’t need any further encouraging. His jeans dropped in about half a second, his big dick flopping out in front of me, throbbing and swollen with purpose.
His cock was so large that the condom only covered a little over half of his shaft.
“Looks like you should’ve got an extra large,” I remarked.
“I couldn’t. They didn’t have monster-size.”
“Oh shut up.”
“You know you like it.”
Of course I did, but I’d never be able to take all of that thing.
Amusement fled the moment as he moved in close, his eyes burning with anticipation.
Suddenly, I was very anxious.
I placed a hand against his chest, stopping him. “Wait.”
“Huh?” Mason asked, his breathing heavy, and his eyes hooded with desire.
I paused, glancing apprehensively at his big, condom-wrapped dick, wondering if I should say it. “I’ve never done this before.”
Mason’s chiseled features twisted with shock. “Oh come on, you’re just saying that because you think it’s what I want to hear.”
“I’m serious. I was saving myself for you, and well, after it seemed like you’d never come back, I never found anyone. Well actually I was close once in college, but we never . . .”
“I thought for sure you would have by now . . . who was he?
“Mason Keller, are you jealous?”
“Just curious.”
“No one of importance, just someone I dated for a short while. Nothing came of it.”
“So you saved yourself for me? After all this time and even with all the girls I’ve slept with?”
There was no use denying it. I nodded.
Mason kissed me on the lips. “Even though I don’t deserve it, you have no idea how happy that makes me.”
“It was worth the wait,” I murmured breathily, my chest heaving with anticipation of what was about to take place.
“I’ll be gentle,” Mason promised.
That still didn’t prepare me for when he entered.
He pressed into me, his big head pushing its way inside of me and I let out a gasp. He felt huge.
“You alright?” he asked softly.
“I think so,” I replied shakily. “Just need time . . . to adjust.”
He was only barely inside and he gently pressed against me, pushing, until I’d taken about half of his shaft.
“Damn,” he said with awe, his voice strained. He made a face. “So tight.”
I was so aroused that by now, the pain was starting to mix with pleasure, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, my thighs trembling. I felt completely full.
I scrunched my face, gasping as he gently thrust in and out slowly. I was starting to get more and more used to his size, and the pain had completely given way to pleasure.
Sweat beaded our bodies, melding us together, and we locked lips into a deep kiss. Mason worked himself up into a slow, deep thrust that made my stomach clench like a giant fist.
The sound of smacking flesh filled the room as he swiveled his chiseled hips with expertise, leaving me breathless.
“A little faster,” I urged him in his ear, feeling that same fiery tempest in my stomach and wanting to release it. By now, I felt more relaxed and confident that I could handle more of him.
“You sure?”
I nodded.
Mason picked up speed, not going too fast, but harder, fuller, and deeper. I cried out each time he went deep, not in pain, but in pleasure, wanting more and more of him.
My stomach twisted into a tight knot, the sensation so powerful that I could hardly breathe.
“I’m about to come,” Mason croaked. His face and chest were covered with sweat and his eyes were hooded from pleasure.
His breathing was heavy, and he started to pick up speed, bringing us both to the brink, until . . .
A gasp escaped Mason’s lips when it hit.
And my world exploded into ecstasy.
Chapter 15
Carly
“I can’t believe that just happened,” I murmured lazily, tracing a finger up Mason’s broad chest.
We were lying naked in my bed after hours of exploring each other’s bodies. As if the hot sweaty sex on the counter wasn’t enough, we moved on to the couch, and finally to my bed, each time more exciting and promising than the last.
Now we were entwined in each other’s arms, exhausted by it all.
“They should call you Endurance instead of Razor,” I joked. “Do you ever tire out?”
Mason chuckled and squeezed me softly against him. “It was all you. You and that tight little * of yours.”
It was strange hearing Mason talk dirty to me, and I was sure it would take some getting use to, but I liked it. There had been sexual innuendo before, but it wasn’t quite the same. Maybe because now I knew he wasn’t just teasing me, but he was actually serious.