by Opal Carew
Fuck, what was he thinking asking her that? He cursed himself, knowing he had already betrayed her faith in him, but she simply nodded, her blue eyes open and filled with trust.
“Okay.” He drew back, slowly, the ridge of his cockhead dragging along her sensitive flesh.
She quivered beneath him. When he was at the limit, his shaft missing her warmth, he changed direction and glided into her again. Still slowly, but less so than last time.
“Ohhhhhhh,” she murmured as he filled her, driving up his desperation to be home again, fully inside her.
Her fingers clutched his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh, setting a fire inside him.
When he drew back this time, it was faster than he intended, and even faster when he glided into her. She gasped as he penetrated fully this time.
“Are you okay?” he asked in concern.
“Oh, God, yes.” Her nails dragged along the skin of his back. “Please … I need more.”
Her words, and the rapt glow in her eyes, drove him over the edge. He drew back, then glided deep. She gasped at his invasion, but clearly in pleasure. His body took over and his pelvis rocked in a steady, gentle motion. Pulling out, driving deep.
“Mason, yes.” Her soft moan filled him with sudden need.
He’d been ignoring the pleasure building in his own body, shutting it out so he could concentrate on her, but her soft murmurs and the sensual rhythm of her body caressing his cock, filled him with bliss.
Like a man possessed, his movements sped up until he was thrusting into her. She moaned, her nails biting into him now, driving him wild. He drove deeper and faster. She squeezed him as he entered her and he groaned.
He stroked her hair from her face. “Baby, I’m close.”
He bit back his question about whether she was close. This was new to her. It was one thing to bring her to climax with his tongue or his fingers like he’d already done. That was focused. Easier to ensure her pleasure. But many women found it difficult to climax with penetration alone. Maybe she—
She arched against him and gasped, then let loose a long, erratic moan. He gazed at her face, as he continued to ride her, seeing the bliss glowing from her eyes. He drove faster, feeling his groin tightening, and filling with heat. She gasped as he drove deep, then moaned even louder.
It was too much. His cock swelled and he exploded. Not just erupting into her sweet warmth, but blasting into a new dimension of time and space … infinite … yet fully contained in this one moment … in this one place … with Dana and him sharing this bliss as if one being. Joy burst through him as he reached the pinnacle, feeling utterly and wholly complete … for the first time in his life.
* * *
Dana clung to Mason, his big, hard cock still deep inside her.
That had been incredible. His thick shaft gliding into her. Driving her pleasure higher and higher, until she’d burst into ecstasy.
She was glad she had waited. Held off on giving herself to a man so that this had been possible. Being with Mason was all she’d ever dreamed of, and now that she’d lived the dream, she was overjoyed. It had been everything she’d hoped for.
He shifted, then drew back, his cock slipping from her. As he settled on the bed beside her, she immediately missed his big body on top of her, and the feel of him inside her.
She gazed at him, his head on the pillow next to hers. Should she talk? Should she just curl up against him?
Or did he need space now?
She didn’t know what was expected. What she should do.
But she was being silly. This was Mason.
She stroked his chest. “Thank you, Mason.”
He glanced at her, and the sight of his eyes dark and full of emotion startled her.
“Is something wrong?” she asked.
“No, of course not.”
But she wasn’t so sure.
She drew her hand away, but he grasped it before it could escape, then pressed her palm to his mouth. The feel of his lips pressed against her flesh sent her heart skittering.
“Dana. Thank you.”
Joy swelled through her at the warmth in his voice, but the somber look in his deep blue eyes unsettled her. She rolled toward him and swept an errant hair from his forehead, then smiled. A raft of emotions swirled in his eyes, but he reached for her and drew her against him, his hand cupping her head and pulling it to his heart. The steady beat soothed her.
He tugged the rumpled sheets from under them and drew them over their bodies.
She felt herself reluctantly dozing off, wanting to linger in the joyful afterglow of their sublime encounter. Her eyelids dropped closed.
* * *
Mason held Dana close, her breathing deepening as she drifted into sleep.
God, she had given him such a tender gift and he had been a total oaf. He pressed his lips to her hair and kissed it softly. She was everything to him and he wanted her so badly. He longed to roll her over right now and take her all over again.
But she needed sleep and he … Damn it, he needed to think.
He would love nothing better than to bring her into his life completely. To marry her and keep her by his side always. But that wouldn’t work. Even beyond the total calamity of everything that would be thrown at them, from their families, from friends, from everyone around them, he couldn’t do it.
He was wrong for her.
He could tell that she hoped this relationship would continue after the two weeks they’d agreed to. That once he’d tasted what it would be like to be with her, that he wouldn’t want it to end.
And that was exactly what had happened.
But it would end. It had to.
He didn’t want to break her heart, so he would talk to her. Be gentle. Explain exactly why they couldn’t be together, so she wouldn’t feel rejected. She was an intelligent young woman. She might not like it, but she would understand.
She was fully asleep now, so he slipped from the bed without disturbing her. He needed a little space right now. He grabbed his boxers and pulled them on, then glanced back at her as he started toward the couch.
And stopped cold.
The white sheets were marred by a dark stain. Blood red.
He sucked in a breath.
That stain represented what he’d stolen from her. Her sweet, gentle innocence had been violently torn away. By him. And worse, he wouldn’t even stay by her side for the long run, even though she clearly believed she was in love with him.
He would abandon her. At least, emotionally.
That’s how she’d see it, anyway. Him walking away from the love she offered.
But he knew that doing otherwise would cause her greater pain.
* * *
Dana awoke to find Mason standing at the foot of the bed watching her. She smiled, but her smile faded at his grim expression.
“We need to talk,” he said.
Her stomach clenched. Talk? That sounded ominous.
Her heart sank. Was this it? Was he going to send her away now? But he’d promised two weeks.
“Are you mad at me, Mason?”
“Mad? No, of course not.” He moved to the side of the bed and sat down beside her.
As her gaze flickered over the sheets, it caught on a stain marring the white linen.
Blood.
Her cheeks heated. His gaze followed hers.
He hadn’t wanted to take her virginity. He’d just wanted to give her the money, but she had insisted on this. Forcing him to follow through on her contract. He’d made love to her only to ensure she took the money.
He cared about her, but not in the way she wanted. And now that the deed was done, clearly he was ending their time together.
She dragged her gaze from the bloody stain to his face. He was watching her intently.
“I…” But unwanted emotion welled in her, closing her throat. She sucked in a breath, then felt the tears pushing at her eyes. She scurried to the opposite side of the bed, tugging the sheet
with her, then bundled it around her as she raced for the bathroom.
* * *
Mason cursed himself as he stared at the closed bathroom door. He waited, knowing she needed some time, but when she hadn’t come out after fifteen minutes, he couldn’t handle it any longer. He had to talk to her. Make sure she was okay.
He unlocked the door and pushed it open, then glanced inside. Dana sat on the floor, the big white sheet flowing around her fragile-looking body in a crumpled mass. The sight of her head hung forward, resting on her hands, tears dripping from her eyes, and the sound of her soft muffled sobs tore at his heart.
“Dana, what’s wrong?” But he knew what was wrong. He sucked in a breath. “You regret what we’ve done,” he said.
She’d said she wanted this, but he’d known it was a bad idea. He should have protected her. From herself as well as from his urges.
“Dana?” He knelt down beside her, resting his hand on her arm, needing to touch her again.
She peered up at him, her eyes puffy and red. “No, Mason. I don’t regret it.”
She reached for his hand and took it in hers, then rested her cheek against the back of it. The sweetness of her soft touch gripped his very soul with need.
“I’ll never regret it.” Her eyes shimmered with tears again, and she shook her head.
He sat down on the cold tile floor beside her. “Then tell me what’s wrong.”
She shrugged, wiping her eyes on the sheet.
“I knew this wasn’t going to last. That it couldn’t last.” She shrugged again. “I didn’t really think it through … how I would feel … Not that I would have changed anything. But now … When you said we have to talk.” She shook her head. “Well, that’s never good. That always means something is going to end. So you aren’t even going to give me until the end of our two weeks.”
He compressed his lips. What could he say?
She just nodded and leaned against him, resting her head against his shoulder. He slid his arm around her and she snuggled in closer, her head now resting on his chest.
Her breathing evened out. Uttering her concern, and taking his silence as confirmation, seemed to have calmed her. Allowing her to move on to acceptance.
Her breath wisped across his chest and, despite his need to comfort her, his body heated at her physical closeness. Knowing she was naked beneath the sheet loosely wrapped around her, his groin tightened.
Then he heard a soft giggle. He glanced down at the top of Dana’s head.
“What is it?” he asked.
She tipped her head and gazed up at him, amusement glittering in her eyes. “Well, here we are in this emotionally charged moment, sitting on the cold floor in a bathroom, and your … uh…” She glanced down his body again. “Your thing is standing at attention, ready for action.”
He chuckled. “My thing?”
She met his gaze again, light dancing in her eyes. “Yeah, your thing.”
“You had no trouble identifying it earlier. I think you called it … Now what was it again? Penis?” He shook his head. “No, that wasn’t it. Dick? Or…”
She grinned. “Erection?”
“No, that wasn’t it. I think maybe the word you used was cock.”
She shook her head. “Oh, no. I don’t think I’d use that word.” Then she grinned impishly as she turned in his arms, her body resting across his chest. “There is one word I know I would call it, though.”
“And what would that be?” he asked.
She leaned in and brushed her lips against his neck, sending ripples of awareness through him, right to his growing cock. Then he felt her warm, soft fingers wrap around him, and his breath caught.
“Magnificent,” she answered.
She stroked him, stoking his need. He wrapped his arms around her and stood up, lifting her to her feet. His mouth found hers and her tongue glided into his mouth, her hand still wrapped around him. He twitched within her grip. His hand slid to her ass and he pulled her in tight, rocking his pelvis toward her.
Her hand slipped from him as she eased back a little and opened the sheet. It dropped to the floor and she pressed her naked body close to his again. The heaven of feeling her soft, round breasts cushioned against him set his heart beating faster.
He wanted her again. Desperately.
But the blood on the discarded white sheet lying on the tiled floor reminded him of her state.
“The shower,” he murmured against her ear, then turned her and guided her to the glass door.
He drew her into the big, tiled shower with him and pressed her to the wall, kissing her as he turned on the water. Once it was the right temperature, he guided her under the flow. She kissed him, her hands stroking downward until she found his erection again, but he gripped her shoulders and turned her away from him to face the spray of water. Then he wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her close.
* * *
Dana rested back against Mason, loving the size and strength of his big body behind her. So comforting. He grabbed a bar of soap from the holder in the wall and glided it over her stomach. Round and round. Then he took the bar in his hands and soaped them up, discarded it, and glided his hands over her breasts. The feel of his slick, sudsy hands gliding over them again and again filled her with heated need.
Then his soapy hands glided down her stomach, then lower. They slid between her legs and stroked over her intimate folds. But not the light touch of a lover during foreplay. Instead, his hands glided over her in steady, sure strokes, massaging her flesh over and over again. His confident strokes almost seemed disinterested, except that she could feel his hard, swollen cock pressed against her back.
“Oh, Mason, I want you inside me.”
He nuzzled her ear, then murmured, “You want what inside you?”
She giggled. “I want your cock inside me.”
One of his hands slid away from her, then she felt him grip his cock and the hot, hard flesh press against her. The large, bulbous head pushed against her yielding softness, then eased inside. She was sore from the previous night, but the small amount of pain was not enough to deter her growing hunger for him.
His big head stretched her wide. Pushing deeper. Until that thickest part of him was all the way inside her.
He continued pushing into her slowly. Oh, so slowly she thought she’d die of need.
“Mason,” she murmured, overwhelmed by the intensity of joining with him.
His lips brushed her neck in light kisses as his cock pushed deeper still. The thickness of him stretching her. Filling her further than she thought possible.
His arm came around her body again, his hand flattening on her stomach. His other hand still rested on the front of her mound.
She drew in some air, resting her head back against his solid chest.
“You feel so good inside me.”
He kissed her ear, then rocked his pelvis back, dragging his cockhead along her inner passage, then forward, pushing deep again.
“Oh, yes,” she murmured on a sigh.
“And you feel so good around me.” He rocked again, and she squeezed him inside. His groan stoked the fire inside her.
He continued to rock his pelvis, gliding within her. Sending electricity crackling through her.
He started pumping deeper, his body rocking against her, his big cock caressing her deeply. She began to tremble as her body blazed with desire and need. Pleasure rising inside her.
He thrust deeply into her now, his hands holding her tight to his body. His fingers found her clit and his first incendiary touch sparked joy within her. When his fingers glided over the bundle of nerves, her eyes widened at the intensity, then she moaned softly. The feel of the shower raining on her skin and his fingers coaxing her pleasure higher was simply exquisite.
She cried out as joy burst through her, carrying her higher and higher until all conscious thought fled. Ecstasy filled her as she moaned long and loud, the sound echoing around them in the tiled space.
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nbsp; He continued gliding into her as she rode the wave of pleasure, then he slowed, holding her tightly against him. His lips played along her neck as they stood, enmeshed together, his big cock still hard and twitching inside her.
Finally, he drew back, slipping himself from her body, and turned her.
“Mason, but you haven’t—”
He smiled down at her. “We’re not finished yet.”
He pressed her back against the tile wall and she felt his big cock slide into her again, entering her easily this time. His pelvis ground against her as his cock filled her completely.
The heat in his eyes as he gazed at her was intense. She could almost believe …
She reached up and stroked his cheek, their gazes locked.
“Mason, I—”
But he started to move, his cock stroking her inner passage as he drew back. Then he slowly glided forward again. His hot, hard flesh caressed her with each stroke. Slow and smooth. Pleasure fluttered through her like hot silk on a summer breeze. Calm and pleasant.
His sure strokes made her melt. The glow of her recent orgasm blazed brighter and she could feel the heat building once again.
She drew in a breath as she realized that … oh, God, it could be this easy. Pleasure effortlessly building. Filling her with each smooth, steady stroke of his cock. Until the heat washed over her and …
She clung to his shoulders. “Oh, Mason, I’m…” She moaned.
“Yes, sweetheart.” He gazed at her, his eyes glowing with incandescent heat. “Come for me.”
His words were too much. She gasped, then moaned as ecstasy swelled through again her in steady, cresting waves of sheer joy.
His thrusts sped up, his smooth strokes carrying her higher and higher. Her body shook within his arms as he drove into her faster and faster.
“Oh, God, Dana.” He surged deep, pressing her tight to the shower wall, then flooded her insides with liquid heat.
He groaned at his release and she squeezed him inside her. Then he slumped forward.
She wrapped her arms around him, loving his warm body so close to hers.
He drew back, smiling down at her.
“Oh, Mason…” Feelings welled up inside her and she couldn’t stop herself from uttering the words that fluttered in her heart. “I love you.”
