“Just taking these off.” He assured me, pleased that I wanted his touch so much. He pulled my jeans and underwear down and off my legs, leaving me completely naked to his gaze.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I commented hoarsely. I pushed gently, and he obliged, rolling to his back, letting me unbuckle his belt. My gaze wandered hungrily over his muscular chest, down his ripped stomach, and finally to that delicious V that led beneath his Levi’s. His body was beyond my expectation with the peaks and valleys of muscle I couldn’t wait to explore. My fingers trailed reverently over his smooth skin, moving to his fly. When I pulled his jeans and boxers off and he sprang free, I sucked in an audible breath.
The man was huge. This was probably going to hurt.
He must have seen my expression and reached up to cup my neck in his palm. “We’ll go slow, okay?” he murmured.
I looked down at him, meeting his warm gaze, and nodded. I was surprised at how desperately I wanted my mouth on him and leaned down to taste him.
He groaned, encouraging me as he flopped back on the pillow. I took him in my mouth, enjoying the velvety firmness of him, and brought him deep.
“Fuck,” he groaned, causing more wetness to pool between my legs. “Stop,” he commanded suddenly, and I looked up at him questioningly. “You are way too good at that, and I don’t want this to be over too quickly,” he explained, rolling me beneath him. “Plus, it’s my turn,” he murmured with delicious intent, moving down my body to my core. He took a long lick before settling his mouth over me and sucking.
I didn’t even recognize the sound I made as the crest of a climax built with lightning speed before taking me over in a delicious onslaught.
“You taste so good,” he murmured, moving back up my body as his hand sought his jeans. He quickly found a condom, sheathing his impressive length.
“This is you and me, Ellie, the beginning of us. Do you get that?” he asked, his eyes staring intently down into mine.
And I did; I understood what he meant with complete clarity.
“I want you,” I said quietly, my eyes never leaving his as he began to slide inside me.
“Fuck, you’re tight, babe,” he said with gritted teeth, and I could tell he was holding his powerful body back so as not to hurt me. He pushed slightly further, and I moaned quietly, embracing the feeling of him inside me and the sting of being stretched beyond what I’d ever been before.
“Take me, Mason. It’s good. It’s so good,” I reassured him breathlessly.
He pulled back, and in one solid thrust, pushed to the hilt. He stayed still for a moment, taking my mouth in an urgent kiss before he pulled back and thrust back in with more force.
I called out his name, trying to get a handle on what my body was feeling. His powerful forearms were braced on either side of my head, his powerful muscles flexing with every move as he pounded into me.
I felt another peak looming, and its intensity scared me. I’d never felt anything like it, and I was afraid it would break me in two.
“Don’t hold back,” he commanded, somehow sensing I needed that urging. It was what I needed to haul me over the edge into a mind-blowing release that had me seeing stars. He wasn’t far behind, his thrusts growing more urgent before he groaned low, his big body collapsing on top of me.
I welcomed his weight as our hearts pounded together. After a few heady moments, he pulled away, and I missed the connection instantly. After stepping away to clean up, he lay back down beside me, pulling me close into his body. His hand stroked up and down my side, dipping with the curve of my hip. We didn’t speak for a while, and I relished the feeling of his warm body so close to mine.
“Your body is so beautiful,” he murmured, his hand stroking over my hip. “I fantasized a lot about what you would look like, but my fantasies had nothing on you,” he rasped, his gaze tracking the movement of his hand over my skin.
I blushed and looked over his body. “Spoken by the man whose body is like a sculpture.” I smiled, feeling shy for some reason.
“For a minute there I thought I might have been your first,” he commented cautiously as his gaze found mine.
“I wish you had been,” I admitted truthfully. “But there was only one other man and only twice, years ago. So I guess I’m like a virgin all over again. Or I was.” I blushed. “I guess that’s a little embarrassing at twenty-five years old…” I trailed off.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he insisted, kissing my hair. “It gives me an obscene amount of pleasure that after how selective you’ve been, you picked me. That you trust me,” he whispered. “And the caveman in me can’t stand the thought of anyone else having touched you, so I’m more than happy it’s not a long list,” he said ruefully.
I laughed quietly, burrowing my face in his arm, loving the way he smelled.
“Come on, I’ve got an idea,” he said, rising to stand in all his naked glory. I nearly swallowed my tongue as I looked up at him before taking his outstretched hand.
“This was a good idea,” I sighed minutes later as we sat soaking in the hot tub on the back deck beneath the stars. Mason had brought the champagne and some towels, and I was in absolute heaven as he rubbed my feet.
“What do you want to do tomorrow?” he asked as I sighed in utter bliss as his strong hand rubbed the arch of my foot.
“Keep doing that, and I’ll do absolutely anything you want,” I moaned.
“From the moment I met you, I’ve found it difficult to keep my hands off you. After tonight, you may be at serious risk of never getting anything done,” he warned.
“Is that your way of saying you’d like to stay in?” I teased. “That’s fine with me, but I would like to try to slip out for a run tomorrow, maybe do some hiking. It’s so beautiful here.”
“That sounds perfect,” he agreed, pulling my leg so that I had to get closer. I straddled his lap, cupping his strong neck with my hand. He looked up into my face with a reverence I was growing familiar with. “You’re so beautiful, Ellie,” he said quietly.
“Thank you,” I whispered. “And thank you for this amazing weekend. I love being here with you,”
“Me too.” He sighed, pulling me down for a kiss that soon turned wild. Before I knew it, I was sitting on the edge of the hot tub with his face between my legs.
“Shit, I don’t have protection,” he rasped as I came down from the amazing orgasm he’d given me.
“Um, I’m on the pill. And, I’m clean but if it’s too soon or you—” I didn’t finish my sentence before he was inside me in one solid thrust.
We both cried out as our bodies met urgently, thrust for thrust.
“You feel so fucking good, never had better. Never,” his deep voice rumbled in my neck.
Before I knew it, I was calling out his name, another tremor taking my body as he let go. It was an amazing feeling to have nothing between us, and I loved the intimacy of having him inside me.
His chest heaved as his forehead lay pressed to my breast. “I’m clean too, in case you hadn’t gathered that,” he rumbled.
“I trust you,” I replied simply.
His head snapped up, nostrils flared as my words struck home. “Good.”