When Mason pulled himself out, I felt the sting of pain and realised that he was a big boy. Losing his touch left me empty as I'd never felt before. I looked at him and smiled while he pushed himself off the bed and padded across the floor to the bathroom and returned with a damp towel.
" You were a virgin," Mason said as he plopped himself on the edge of the and cleaned himself. I was speechless. I felt naked, even though was still somewhat dressed and still wearing shoes.
" Yes," I breathed the words and tugged on the covers. I was surprised that he wasn't aware of that. He couldn't have, I told myself.
Mason hummed " You should've said something. I would've been a little more gentle with you." Mason frowned and tugged on the covers. I tugged back and pulled the towel out of his hand and slid out of the bed, feeling disgruntled.
I walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind me and slid down on it to the floor. I felt my eyes sting again. I was hurt even though this was my choice. His coldness was something that I could never stomach.
" Lily," Mason softly called and knocked on the door. I wiped my tears away and pushed myself off the floor. I wanted to open the door and hug him, but I knew that wouldn't happen. It wasn't in his nature to be caring.
" I'll be out in a minute," I whispered, slipping out of the corset, garter and everything else. I had nothing else to put on so I shrugged the bathrobe on and opened the door only to find him standing in front of the door.
We locked eyes, he smiled and pulled me into his arms " Let's get you to bed," Mason walked me to the bed and climbed in it. I was expecting him to leave, but he didn't. I sniffled and curled into his arms, and silence befell upon us.
He kept running his hand up and down my arm, in silence and I was happy again that he didn't leave. He'd stayed.
" You did amazing, Lily " Mason turned his head to the side and kissed my forehead.
I looked up at him and smiled. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to say something that would ruin the moment, something that would make him run away.
Mason rolled to his side, to face me and kissed my lips, running his fingers through my hair. He looked sad for some reason. I was sad, but I knew why I was sad. He could up and leave at any given time, and I couldn't fight it.
" Did I hurt you?" Mason worriedly asked resting his hand on my cheek.
" A little" I shyly said, looking into his eyes. That would heal but the gaping gash in my heart that he would leave behind once he left the bed would probably never heal.
" I'm sorry," He tenderly kissed my forehead again and I felt like ten feet tall. Mason had a soft side, I've seen it before.
" It's alright. I will be fine," I tried to get past it. It wasn't even that bad. That was the last thing I wanted to talk about.
Mason took a deep breath and nodded " How about round two? Maybe do it properly this time" He impishly smiled at me and I'm pretty sure my face fell.
" I thought that you don't sleep with the same woman twice," I retorted and rolled on my back.
" Well, technically it's not. I would call it a do-over" Mason nonchalantly said, tugging on the cord of my bathrobe and sliding his hand under it. I was a bit taken aback his caring side only stepped in to smooth things over, so he can do me again.
"A deal is a deal," I placed my hand over his and playfully glared at him.
" Yes, but you also gave me the choice to do whatever I want. And I want you again," Mason grinned and rolled on top of me, kneeling in between my legs. I did as well, I couldn't deny that fact, but he'd broken his own rule.
I squeezed my legs tight when tried to lean forward in between my legs and smirked at him, trying to keep my giddiness at bay. Mason chuckled, and lowered himself on his elbows, nose to nose, grinning at me. I bit my lip, to stifle a chuckle.
" I did," I locked eyes with him and wrapped my arms around his neck. I wanted him again. No matter how confused I was. There was one thing that remained constant. I wanted Mason Kinnaird in my bed, in between my legs, in my life.
" Now, open those beautiful long legs of yours," Mason rasped as he brushed his finger over my neck trailing down to my breasts, pushing aside the robe as his hand travelled down.
My body responded to his touch and felt every single brush of his fingers, all through my body.
" That doesn't sound like very good business to me." I grinned but it quickly fell when Mason slipped his finger in between my folds.
" It isn't," Mason hummed and slipped a knee in between my legs when I relaxed them.
When he pushed his finger inside me and gasped and closed my eyes, letting myself drift on the soaring pleasure. As he slid his finger inside and out of me, I drifted further. He didn't move, his forehead was still glued to mine, watching me, squirm under him.
" Mason," I breathlessly called when I felt the rush of pleasure wash over me and clung to him for dear life.
" Christ" Mason huffed and pulled his finger out, cradling my head with both his hands and pressing his lips on mine.
This time around I felt every inch of his length as he slowly pushed himself inside me and gently began rolling his hips. I moaned in the kiss and bowed under him, retuning his needy kiss. I felt him, not just with my body, I felt more than that, as we became one. Locked lips and hips, I soared, relishing each stroke of his cock, lips, of our bodies rubbing against each other. This time around he was tender, paced, it wasn't as wild as the first time around and I loved every second of it.
Mason grunted, thrusted harder and stilled, I could feel him throbbing inside me, the warmth of his seemen spreading inside me.
Mason sucked on my bottom lip, and pulled away from the heated kiss, letting his lips trail on my cheek and buried his head in the crook of my neck. I was breathless, his hot breath brushing against my skin, hands tangled in each other's hair, covered in sweat, we were a hot sweaty mess together.
I opened my eyes, even though I didn't want to. But reality called and it was loud. This would be the first and last night I would get to spend in his arms. When the sun would rise the spell would break. I closed my eyes again, trying to hold back my tears but one escaped. I couldn't let him see me cry. I couldn't cry, not in that moment.