Chapter 32

Iwoke in a cocoon of happiness the following morning.

Well, I was naked, and Mason's arms were wrapped around me, so it was basically the same thing.

The overwhelming rush of pure, unbridled lust was something I had never experienced before.

That is, until I met Mason.

Mason consumed me, body and soul, leaving me feeling alive and utterly changed.

No man would ever be able to compare to his intoxicating touch, the way he effortlessly ignited flames of pleasure within me.

He ruined me for every other man, and I didn't mind it one bit.

"Morning," Mason whispered into my hair when he began to stir.

"Good morning," I replied.

His large hand roamed my naked body until it found my breast, cupping it.

"It is a good morning," he said.

"Oh yeah?" I asked. "Excited for the day?"

"Extremely," he replied.

I wiggled my hips into his hard cock, "I can tell."

"Are you ever going to tell me about your dream?" Mason asked.

"My dream?" I asked. I was playing dumb. We both knew exactly which dream he was talking about.

"You don't have to tell me," he said as he pinched my nipple.

"Ow!" I giggled and swatted his hand away, but his fingers held on tight to my sensitive point.

He whispered into my ear, "Tell me."

"Are you going to hold me hostage until I do?" I laughed.

"Maybe," he said, and I believed him.

I sighed. "Fine, but you're not allowed to judge me," I told him.

"I would never," he said.

At least my back was to him. I doubted I could look into his clear blue eyes and tell him about my dirty dream.

"It has to do with your hands," I said.

"My hands?" Mason asked. He reached a single hand out in front of us, studying it.

"Mm-hmm," was all I said.

His large, calloused hand glided down the curve of my body, making me feel small and delicate in comparison. The contrast between his rough touch and my soft skin sent shivers down my spine.

I felt protected and overwhelmed at the same time under his dominating presence.

"What about my hands?" he asked.

"It's too embarrassing," I admitted, covering my head with the sheet.

Mason pulled the sheet down and grabbed my chin, bringing my lips to his.

"You don't have to tell me," he said.

A little squeak escaped from my lips when his hand slid down my throat.

"I had a dream that your hand was around my throat," I whispered, "while your fingers were inside of me."

It was so unlike me; I couldn't believe the words had escaped my mouth, though they were barely audible.

But when Mason's cock twitched against me, I knew he had heard me.

"Is that what you want?" he asked as his fingers playfully danced along my clavicle.

The pulsing between my legs told me it was exactly what I wanted.

But I was ashamed of my desires.

Mason's hand slowly covered my throat. The veins in his forearm tensed as his grip gently tightened, and the throbbing at my center only intensified.

He slid his free hand slowly down my breasts, down my stomach. "Fuck," was all he said when he discovered my slick entrance.

He curled two fingers deep inside me, his talented thumb massaging my clit.

"I think you like this a little too much," he said when he started to slow down.

"Please," I begged, my breath ragged.

I could feel my own wetness trickling down my thighs.

"You're right there, aren't you, Kenna?"

"Yes," I gasped. "Don't stop."

I needed a release, and unlike in my dream, I could ask for it.

His grip tightened ever so slightly on my throat while his fingers resumed their position, stroking my heat, coaxing my orgasm out of me.

Not a minute later, I was consumed by pleasure. My limbs trembled as I rode the roller coaster of pleasure to its peak and back down again.

Mason's hand disappeared from my throat, replaced by his lips, which pressed kisses all over my neck.

"You are something else," he whispered into my skin.

With his torso molded to my back, I could feel Mason's anticipation leaking from the tip of his member. With a confident and steady grip, I guided his length to my heat. I toyed with him, running his sensitive tip over my arousal, sending waves of pleasure through both of us.

The intense need that surged between us was undeniable. It filled the space with an intoxicating energy that left me breathless and wanting more. Wanting everything Mason could give me.

In the blink of an eye, I was on my back with Mason looming over me. "That was smooth," I giggled.

My eyes rolled back as he slipped his velvety cock into me.

"Look at me," he said.

My lids flew open, startled by his command.

A flicker of fascination danced in his eyes as he continued to move inside me. His thrusts were deep and powerful, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

"I could get lost in your eyes," he whispered. "You're so fucking beautiful."

I could feel my dorky smile as I tugged him down to my mouth and captured his lips. His mouth moved over mine with such intensity it told me more than words ever could.

And I felt the same.

When an involuntary moan escaped Mason's lips, a wave of ecstasy crashed over me. My muscles pulsed and contracted, drawing out his orgasm until we were both spent and breathless.