Page 39 of The Sweet Part
I let my dress fall to the floor, wearing only a blue lacy bra with matching panties. Oh yes, I prepared for this possibility, veering from enthusiastic to sensible for the entire two hours it took me to get ready.
His gaze rakes over me before he closes the distance, cradling my face in his warm hands. “May, you’re so beautiful.”
I’m not perfect. I’ve had a baby, and I don’t work out much, but in that moment I feel beautiful. “Thank you.”
He gazes into my eyes. “Thankyou.” His lips meet mine, softly grazing one way and then another before settling over mine. I nearly sigh; the sensation is so delicious. One long kiss follows another as desire pools between my legs.
I press harder against him, needing more. He nips my bottom lip, shocking me. Then he claims my mouth, his hands stroking all over my body—my shoulders, my back, my hips. He holds my hips, his thumbs stroking in wide arcs that make me crazed, rocking against him. He cups my ass, pressing me against him right where I need it.
I grab his shirt and pull. “Get this stuff off.”
He complies with satisfying speed while I toss my bra and panties to the side. Then he’s on me, his arms wrapped around me, kissing me as he backs me up toward the bed. My knees hit the mattress. He pulls back the comforter and lifts me effortlessly onto the center of the bed.
I open my legs to him and belatedly remember protection. “Condom.”
“Not yet.” He kisses me, settling himself next to me while his hand skates up my side before finally caressing my breast. His thumb strokes my nipple, and I moan into his mouth. He breaks the kiss, lowering his body to taste and suckle my hard nipple. I thread my fingers through his hair, lost in sensation. He caresses the other breast before shifting to give it the same treatment.
I reach for him, but he pushes my hand away.
His voice is low and raw. “You first.” His mouth covers mine as his hand slides down my body, heading in a straight line to pleasure central. And when he finally touches me, my hips arch toward him.Oh yes. His fingers are amazing. I don’t even care how he’s so good at this. My hips rock to his rhythm as tension coils tight inside me.
He breaks the kiss, gazing hotly at me while he strokes faster. My breath comes harder as the intensity escalates, carrying me higher and higher. His mouth grazes along the cord of my neck before biting down just hard enough to shock me. My entire body arches, and then he pushes me over the edge in an explosion of pleasure. He stays with me, stroking gently, easing me through wave after wave of sensation until I’m spent.
I smile dreamily, reaching for him.
He grins, rolls a condom on, and joins me, entering slowly, filling me. This feels so good, so right. I wrap my legs around him and kiss him passionately. That sets off a wild thrill ride as he rocks into me with deep, hard thrusts. Pleasure escalates once more, only more intense. White hot with each stroke. I tremble, and then I break, rocking helplessly as he takes me over the edge and keeps going, pounding into me. My nails dig into his shoulders through a pleasure so intense it overwhelms. He lets go with a hoarse sound, pumping into me, rocking me with aftershocks.
He finally stills and holds me tight against him while we catch our breath. He lifts his head, gives me a tender kiss, and rolls to his back.
I stare at the ceiling, still breathless and dazed. “Wow.”
“Yeah, wow.”
Mason rolls out of bed and heads to the bathroom. I guess this is the part where I’m supposed to get dressed and leave. Pretty sure that’s how it goes when it’s casual.
He returns and pulls on his boxer briefs.
I’m not sure what to say afterwards in the casual-sex game since I’ve never played it before. I go with good manners. “Thanks.”
He climbs back into bed, grinning. “Thanks?”
“I mean, that was fantastic.”
He props up on an elbow, looking down at me. His deep brown eyes seem to see all my vulnerable places. He brushes my hair back, his finger tracing my cheek down to the sensitive skin under my ear. “What made you change your mind about being more than friends?”
He’s gorgeous, sexy, kind, generous, sweet. I can’t say all that mushy stuff. This is supposed to be casual.
“You make me feel good.”
He smiles. “You make me feel good too.”
I prop up on my elbows, gathering the energy to get out of bed. “I’ll get going now. Tonight was exactly what I needed.”
He smiles. “A helluva first date.”
I sit up, and he surprises me, cupping his hand on the back of my neck and kissing along my jawline up to my ear. “So no second date? We can start all over right now.” His hand slides to my inner thigh, and every nerve ending stands at attention.
“Another dinner?” I ask cheekily.
