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challenge as I set to work enjoying more of him on me like this, holding his thick hair with both hands, my head thrown back and my legs over his shoulders as he takes his time to show me just how special he can make this for me.

The feeling of floating comes back, and I lose all sense of time and place, and who I am. It’s like Mason and I have become one single unit of pleasure.

A perfect connection of that feeling that’s drawn us both together. I lose all my hang-ups, my shyness, and from what I can tell, my quietness.

I’m practically screaming my head off by the time I can’t control myself any longer. The first climax I have is with Mason’s mouth fully covering my streaming heat.

I gasp and stiffen, and my whole body goes rigid as the waves of pleasure start to wash over me, pass through me, right down to him as he hungrily takes my essence in his mouth.

I don’t want it to end, but it also feels like as it subsides, I feel even more tender, more sensitive to his touch until finally, I’m shivering, almost sobbing. Unable to believe that anything so beautiful, so perfect could happen between two people.

Chapter Twelve

Mason

Once I feel her lips on mine, I know without a doubt, not that I ever did doubt it, that she’s the one.

Everything I’ve felt since I first laid eyes on her makes sense, and all without words. The words I’ve been trying to find, to use, they’ve just complicated things.

But this, her, it’s perfect.

I almost think all my Christmases have come at once, but once I feel her reaching for my cock, pressing so hard on it with her palm, I know she wants more than just kisses.

And I have so much more to give her, much, much more.

But once she really starts to moan, and I can see how close she is, I have to take charge. I almost lose control of myself, once she starts talking the way she does, begging me, ordering me to suck her.

I want to watch her. I could stare at her body all night. Those smooth, creamy thighs are just right in my hands, and that sweet pussy of hers, quivering with excitement.

Doing as she’s told though, she lets me take charge and I pleasure her with a natural tenderness, met with her own urgency as she finally yields to her climax after what I know will never be long enough for me.

But I don’t know which I love more, pleasing her, or having her come so hard for me.

Either way, I plan on a lot more of both from now on, and my need to claim her is only stronger than ever now.

My own arousal is past its limits and I need to be onside her like nothing on this earth.

But something is holding her back. Lifting my face to hers, letting her taste herself in my mouth, I can feel her withdrawing again where minutes ago she was like a wild woman.

I relish every kiss from her though, and I don’t want to move any faster than she wants to.

Avoiding my own question, I content myself with her body pressing against mine. Her chest so soft against my own hard body, her warmth and the smell of her hair.

There’s more than one way to love a woman, but I can’t help wondering.

I have to ask.

“What’s wrong?”

She holds me closer or rather pulls herself closer to me, her small hands wrapped around my neck.

“I’ve never… I’m a virgin,” she whispers, and huddles closer still, hiding her face in my neck so she doesn’t have to look at me.

I feel my heart melt again for the second time today. I’m lost for words and can only hug her closer, kissing her head in reply until I find the only words I can think of.

“I’m glad. It means you really are going to be all mine. I’ll be your first and you’ll be my only… forever…”

Kissing her again, I only register how good she feels. How much I want her with me always. We don’t have to rush things.

Try telling that to the pole between my legs.

“I want to. I really do, Mason. It’s just…” she trails off.

“It’s been a long day,” I reply, stroking her hair and feeling her relax. “We can take things however you want.”

I shiver as she rests her hand on my aching cock again, feeling a rush of heat